52. Chapter 52
Charlotte
We make out the whole way back to our room, only stopping to breathe every now and again. We can’t get enough of each other; I can’t get enough of him.
Tonight has been a dream. I loved watching Riley perform, but I loved sharing the experience with Jake even more. Add in the memory I recovered, and I’m on cloud nine—nothing can bring me down right now.
As Jake kisses up my neck, I try and dig the hotel key out of my bag, fumbling with the little plastic card—I can’t think or see straight. I know it has nothing to do with the beers we had at the concert and everything to do with the man touching me.
Finally, as I scan the key across the sensor, we practically fall into the room, and I brush my hand against the wall, searching for the lights. Our hats are thrown to the floor, and I’m hoisted round Jake's waist, my legs wrapped around him.
“God, Lottie, you’re so fucking beautiful. Every time I see you, I’m more mesmerized than the last. I can’t believe I wasted so much time by not telling you how I felt all those years ago.”
That has me pausing. Time. We have wasted so much time, although I can’t remember a life with him in it.
I’m now ninety-nine percent sure I loved this guy before my accident.
How could I not? So why am I waiting for memories that may never come back to give myself fully to him?
All he has ever done is show up for me and love me, and if the memories I have are all I get, then that’s enough. I’m certain.
Looking him dead in the eye, I say, “I want to take that next step with you, Jake.”
His eyes widen as he processes what I’ve just said. “I, ah, thought you wanted to go slow?”
“I did, but like you said, we’ve wasted so much time, and I don’t want to waste any more of it waiting on something that may or may not happen.”
Naturally, he’s still hesitant. Only last week, I said I wanted to take things slow—I’m probably giving the poor guy whiplash.
“Maybe, we should take the night to make sure this is really what you want. I don’t want you to regret anything,” he cups my cheek, his finger running back and forth.
“I know what I want, Jake. No regrets. My head wants this and so does my heart.”
As he tries to open his mouth to no doubt try and stop me, I lean in and press my lips to his, effectively silencing any lingering doubts he has.
“If this is what you really want, baby, then who am I to deny you?” With me still in his arms, we stride off toward the bedroom.
I can’t believe it’s actually happening. I thought I’d be more nervous than this, but I’m feeling pretty calm. Maybe it’s the buzz from the concert or maybe it’s just because this feels right, like this is the way it’s meant to happen.
Carefully, I’m laid out on the bed before Jake starts to undress, but I sit up and stop him. “I wanted to do that.”
His hands drop to his sides, eyes gazing into mine. “Have at it, baby.”
Kneeling in front of him, I reach up and start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing each new piece of skin revealed to me.
By now, I’ve kissed Jake’s body so many times, but this time? It feels different. It feels more, and I know once we do this, neither of us will be the same again.
He removes his shirt the rest of the way and I lift my arms for him to take off my vest and bra. “You’re so beautiful, Lottie, I could look at you all day, like a masterpiece in a museum.”
I’m taken in by the look of awe and wonder written all over his beautiful face.
Biting my lip, I look up at him, cheeks heating. “Thank you, J, you’re incredible too.” My breath heaves.
I undo the button and fly of his trousers and push them down his legs, where I’m met with his tented boxer briefs and those glorious hockey thighs.
Desperate to touch him, I reach out to pull his boxers down, but his hand grasps my wrist. “If you touch him, baby, this will be over a hell of a lot sooner than we’d both like. Lie back and let me get you ready for me. I need you to be as relaxed as possible.”
Settling against the pillows, Jake hovers over me, brushing his lips against mine, and moves down my body slowly, savoring every inch of me.
He pays extra attention to my breasts, kissing, licking, and sucking at my nipples.
My fingers run through his hair, and he groans into my skin. He loves it any time I touch his hair.
Once he’s finished worshipping my breasts, he continues his kisses down my body, swirling his tongue around my belly button before reaching the waistband of my shorts.
“Can I take these off?” He’s looking up at me with hooded eyes filled with love and a whole lot of lust.
Seeing me nod, he undoes them, and I lift up to help him pull them down, taking my panties with them.
I’ve been naked in front of Jake before, but he looks at me every time like it’s the first—eyes full of wonder as his hands run up and down my thighs, the callouses on his fingers rough against my skin.
Need overtakes me, something I’ve only ever felt with Jake and never on my own. “Jake, touch me.”
“I am touching you, baby. You need me to touch you somewhere else?”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
“Where do you want me to touch you? I need you to say it.” He’s teasing me.
“I ah, uhm,” fumbling with my words, I can’t say the word.
“Say it, Lottie, say where you need my touch.”
“M-my pu-pussy.” Why I struggle to say the word is beyond me, especially with everything we’ve done so far.
“Well, why didn’t you say?” There’s a cheeky grin on his face, and then his thumb is on my clit, and two fingers are inside me.
“Jake,” I gasp out. I feel so full with his fingers, how on earth am I going to be able to take his dick?
“You’re so tight, baby, I need to try and stretch you out a bit.”
With a thumb still on my clit moving in small circles, he scissors his fingers, slowly stretching me so I’ll be ready to take him. Seeing me wince slightly at the sting of it, he leans down and replaces his thumb with his mouth.
I can’t speak, the action’s left me breathless. I love it when his mouth is on me. Especially that time he edged me to within an inch of my life.
The waves are building up inside me, and the pleasure is making its way to the surface. “Jake,” I gasp. “I’m going to come.”
He speeds up and I can hear a wet sound coming from where his fingers are. “That’s it. Let go for me, baby.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I scream so loud everyone in the hotel can probably hear me.
Panting as I come down from one of the most intense orgasms I’ve had to date, Jake moves back up my body and kisses me on the lips, letting me taste myself.
“Are you ready?” Biting my lip so hard I’m surprised I don’t draw blood, I nod.
“If it hurts too much or you want to stop, just tell me and I’ll stop. No questions asked, ok?”
“Ok. Jake?”
” Yeah?”
“I, uhm, want you to go bare. I don’t want anything between us. I’m on birth control,” I rush out in one breath.
Jake’s body shivers and his pupils dilate further. “I’ve never been with someone without a condom before, and I’ve been tested.”
“Ok, good. That’s good.” God, my nerves are starting to come back now.
“Relax, baby, I’ll make this as enjoyable for you as I can.” He strokes the hair away from my face, cupping my cheek.
The head of his cock notches at my entrance, and I tense up, gritting my teeth with what’s about to happen.
“Relax.” Jake kisses the furrow in my brow as his fingers move lightly over my clit as he starts to push inside. Fuck, the burn as he enters me is immense. My breathing is ragged as I try to push through it.
“Talk to me, Lottie, do you need me to stop?”
Shaking my head, I push through it, “No, keep going.”
He pushes in another inch, stopping each time to assess the emotions on my face.
“Jake, I’m ok, keep going. I promise to tell you if I need to stop.”
Sweat is starting to bead on his forehead from where he’s holding back.
Inch by inch, he eases himself inside me until he’s fully seated, and I feel my virginity slip away from me. He stills, letting me get used to the feeling of him there, and I’m not going to lie—it’s painful. He’s still rubbing my clit, which seems to be dulling the ache enough for me to carry on.
“Jake, you can move now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please. I want to feel what it’s like.”
He slowly starts moving with small thrusts, letting me get used to the feeling. It’s a weird sensation, but the more he does it, the less I feel that ache and start to feel a throb in its place.
“Holy fuck, you’re so tight, baby. You’re gripping me like a vice,” Jake grits out. He’s still holding back, and I can tell he’s not used to the slowness.
“You can go faster, I won’t break.”
His thrusts get faster and deeper, and I’m starting to feel a tiny bit sore. The circles he’s making are speeding up too, and even though the penetration is uncomfortable, I can still feel myself hurtling toward orgasm from his fingers alone.
“Jake,” I pant out.
“I can feel you getting even tighter, baby, you’re squeezing my cock,” he moans into my ear. My hands are on his shoulders, gripping him to me like a lifeline.
He moves to look at me and leans down to kiss me, his tongue caressing mine in time with his thrusts and circles on my clit.
I’m so close when Jake changes the angle of his thrusts and hits what I can only guess is my G spot—I detonate like fireworks. My whole body is spasming as I rip my mouth away from his and arch up off the bed in pleasure.
“Jesus, fuck, Lottie. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake shouts as he stills and comes deep inside me.
Oh my god. I just had sex with Jake.