34. Jake
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
jake
So, what kind of games do you have around here?
” Caitlin asked, surveying the living room.
After I’d proposed moving into the main house and we took the horses back in for the day, we decided to have a night in.
Caitlin dropped Whitley off at Maggie’s house after horseback riding because she wanted a sleepover with Grandma, and it worked out for us because Caitlin and I never really got the chance to have an evening alone outside of going out with the rest of the crew.
I chuckled. “Not very many, unless you count playing cards.”
Her face lit up with an idea. “I’ll be right back,” she said, before rushing out of the house across the lawn. Five minutes later, she came back from the guest house with Uno in her hand. “Strip Uno.”
I raised my brows in amusement. “Uno?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know how to play poker, and I think removing clothing raises the stakes, don’t you think?”
“I’d give you all my clothing now if you asked for it.”
Cait playfully pushed my shoulder away. “Stop being a horny man!”
“Isn’t that the goal of strip Uno, though? Eventually one of us will be naked, and then what? Do you expect me to just go to bed after that?” I teased, knowing either way I’d be fine as long as she was next to me.
“Exactly,” she answered, but her voice came out breathy with a small rasp to it. Her tongue darted out, dragging across her lips, and my gaze bounced down to her mouth.
“Careful, Cait. You’re treading dangerous waters,” I whispered, stepping closer to her. My hands cupped her jaw, and I planted my lips on hers, tasting the wine she had been sipping on.
Our kiss swallowed her soft moan, and my dick twitched in my jeans before she pulled back.
“Naughty.” She tsked before handing me the card game. “Play fair, now.”
She walked over to the couch to sit, and my eyes tracked down her back, along her curves to her ass. I’d be taking a bite out of that later.
As I settled on the floor across from her, she dealt each of us seven cards.
“Okay, so how do we want to play this?” I asked, organizing my cards.
She tapped her lips. “How about every time someone puts down a draw two card, the other person strips and draws two. Wild cards require the other person to remove a piece of your clothing without using their hands, and with draw four cards, you have to perform an action of the other person’s choice.
And then whoever doesn’t get to Uno first has to completely strip. ”
I had no arguments, but I had to tease her a little. “Damn, Cait, sounds like you’ve played a lot of strip Uno in your life.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head. “Okay, who wants to go first?”
“Go ahead.” I gestured toward the draw pile.
She flipped the top card, revealing a blue seven card. Then she played a blue number three.
I scanned my hand, taking note of the draw two card in my hand. I wanted to wait and make the game more interesting instead of coming out guns blazing, so I ended up putting down a red number three.
The game went on for a few more rounds, neither of us metaphorically showing our cards yet.
Deciding to break the ice, I slapped down my draw two card. “Strip, baby.”
We both had a decent amount of clothing on, but it wasn’t anything crazy like several layers. She slowly pulled her arms out of her cardigan, tossing it to the side before drawing two cards and moving to the floor so she wasn’t sitting on the couch anymore. A smirk played across her lips.
“Get something good?” I asked, lowering my voice to a gravelly tone.
“Mm-hmm.”
Skipping her turn, I put down a yellow two.
Caitlin pursed her lips then put down a yellow nine before I put down another yellow card.
“Give me something good.” My tongue darted out to wet my lips.
“As you wish.” She giggled, putting down a wild card.
I dropped my cards face down before crawling over to her on my hands and knees.
Placing my hands on her knees, I lowered my mouth to the hem of her T-shirt, taking the fabric between my teeth.
My hands settled on her waist, her skin already warming beneath my touch, and I guided the shirt over her head.
She helped me by lifting her arms so she could shimmy out of the T-shirt and let it fall to the floor.
My breath hitched at the sight of her before me, even though she still had a bra and pants on.
“Your turn,” she murmured softly.
Clearing my throat, I scooted back to my pile of cards. This game was going to take a lot more patience and willpower than I expected. I would have removed all her clothing with my teeth if she’d allowed me to, but I knew she wanted to play the game.
I put down another number card, and the back and forth began again until she finally put down a draw two card. I’d never taken off my shirt so fast. Even though it got me farther away from an Uno, I wanted to get my clothes off as much as I wanted her to strip.
The game started moving faster. Caitlin had stripped down to her underwear, and I had taken off my socks but still had my jeans and boxers on. I set down a draw four card.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Show me how you make yourself come when I’m not around.”
Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she locked her eyes on mine before trailing her hand down her body.
She stopped right below her navel, and I sucked in a breath as she dipped her fingers beneath the band of her panties.
Rubbing her fingers on her clit in slow circles, she closed her eyes, mouth gaping on a soft moan.
I may not have been able to see much, but fuck.
I didn’t have to see more for my dick to twitch in my pants, growing harder by the second.
“Fuck, Cait. Not being able to touch you while you do that is torture.”
She moaned again, throwing her head back at my words.
I unzipped my jeans, reaching down into my boxers to grip my aching cock and give it a tug.
Her eyes opened, and she glanced at my hand in my pants. “Not fair.”
“My pants are still on, aren’t they?”
She shrugged, removing her hand from her pussy then moving over to me, holding her fingers out to my mouth. “Do you want a taste?”
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned before latching my lips onto her index and middle finger, sucking them clean. “All for me, baby?”
“No one else.”
“Do we have to keep playing this game?” I whimpered. She was so close to me. All I had to do was reach around her to unclasp her bra.
“Nah,” she replied, and I jumped.
My hands snaked around her back, undoing her bra and letting her breasts spill out. She slid the straps off her shoulders, and I lowered my mouth to her breast, swirling my tongue around her peaked nipple.
She threw her head back, hands grasping at my hair and lightly tugging on the strands.
One of my hands planted firm on the small of her back, while the other dipped below her waistband, swiping up her center.
I released her nipple with a pop, tilting my head up. “You’re absolutely soaked for me.”
She nodded, gasping when I curled a finger inside her. “Please, Jake.”
“Please, what, Cait?”
“More. I-I need more.” Her hands, still in my hair, pushed my mouth back down, and I latched my mouth onto her, biting, sucking, and licking away the sting until a small bruise flowered on the swell of her breast.
“Couch,” I mumbled before kissing the love bite I’d given her.
I removed my jeans as we hastily moved over to the sofa. I crawled over her, grinding my cock against her panties.
She reached down between us, cupping the bulge in my boxers.
“Take them off,” I told her, lifting my hips so she could hook her fingers in the waistband and pull them down my legs. Once they were around my ankles, my dick pressed against my stomach, hard and aching.
Caitlin wet her lips with her tongue and gazed up at me through her lashes.
“You look like you want something, Cait baby. Do you want me to stuff my cock in your mouth, is that it? See how far you can take it?”
She fluttered her lashes, eyes nearly rolling back as she nodded. “Yes, please. I want that.”
“Open up,” I said, fisting my cock as I moved to straddle her chest, supporting myself on the couch’s armrest. “Let me know if it’s too much, yeah?”
“Yeah. I will.” Her lips parted, and I guided the tip between them, inching my way into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and a moan tore out of my throat. She hummed around me as my length sank deeper, nearly halfway to the base.
I thrust a little deeper into her mouth, and Caitlin gripped my thighs as I settled into a steady rhythm.
“You take my cock so well, Cait,” I said between thrusts with greeted teeth. “Letting me fuck your throat like this.”
She moaned around me, the vibrations creating a new sensation. If she kept going like this, I was going to come. Hard. So, I moved to pull out, but she pulled my thighs back toward her, keeping my length in her mouth, and sucked.
“B-baby,” I moaned. “C-Cait, I’m gonna come.”
The tip of my dick hit the back of her throat, and my balls twitched, hot cum spilling down her throat. I threw my head back, a string of expletives falling from my mouth.
I pulled myself out of her lips with a pop and backed up, my chest heaving with deep breaths.
“How was that?” she asked, a bit shyly.
“How was that?” I parroted, still trying to catch my breath. “That was fucking incredible. I’m not done, though, Cait baby.”
She raised her brows. “You’re not?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Get on your knees.”
Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she rolled over onto her knees, resting her elbows on the couch armrest. Yanking her panties down, I swiped my fingers through her center then pumped them inside a few times.
She looked over her shoulder at me. “Jake. Please.”
I reached for my pants, taking a condom out of the back pocket. After ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and rolling the condom over my length, I pushed the head of my cock against her entrance, slipping inside with ease.
“Oh, God.” Her walls stretched around me as I continued to sink into her. “You’re so b-big.”
“You’re doing so good.” I leaned forward to press a kiss just below her earlobe.
After pausing for a minute to make sure she was comfortable, adjusting to my size, I slowly started to thrust my hips, the slaps of skin against skin filling the living room.
She lifted her hips slightly so her ass was in the air, and I gripped them, tugging her back toward me when I thrust forward so our bodies collided with delicious force.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her earlobe. “You’re so fucking tight. Your pussy feels like it was made for me.”
Her head fell back, and I took the opportunity to kiss her neck as I drove into her from behind.
“God, yes. You feel so good,” she moaned. “Keep fucking me just like that.”
My pace increased slightly, and her pussy clamped around me when I slammed into her. My hand skimmed up her back to the base of her neck, and my fingers tangled in her hair, the strands wrapping around them.
I tugged lightly. “Is this okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” she whimpered. “I like it. I don’t mind you being a little rough.”
“Are you sure?” I pinched my brows together. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m not breakable. Please. Pull my hair, spank me. I want it, I swear.”
I lifted my chin, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Fuck, this woman. I swore Caitlin Carson was the woman of my fucking dreams.
“God, I can’t even think straight right now.” The whine fell off my lips easily. “I want this image of you burned into my brain, baby.”
“I can feel how much you want it,” she gasped. “Are you going to come? I want to make you come.”
She moved her hips back so each time I sank into her was more forceful, more powerful, just more. Her arousal dripped down my cock and the inside of her thighs, and I knew I was getting close.
“I’m almost there,” I grunted, my hands grasping her body so tight I was worried I’d leave marks. With a couple more thrusts, my cock twitched, balls tightening, and my body started to go limp, all the strength being pulled from me.
“Jake,” she moaned as my chest pressed into her back, my weight settling against her.
I bit down on her shoulder, stifling my own groans as I spilled inside the condom, her walls fluttering against my pulsing cock.
Her thighs were shaking, and both of us were breathing heavily. A few seconds passed before I pulled out of her, a sigh escaping her lips at the loss.
She rolled over, a lopsided, sated grin on her face. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
I leaned down, kissing her on the nose before standing and taking care of the condom. When I returned, I lay down next to her and pulled her into my side. She rested her head on my chest, her hand splayed across my stomach.
“I could get used to this,” she murmured.
I wanted to do this every day with her. Learn every part of her and what made her tick. Get to know her so intimately that our bodies were in tune with each other, our souls connected.
All I managed to say, though, was, “Me too,” as I ran my fingers through her hair, tracing the soft curves of her face. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“Hardly,” she whispered.
“You’re perfect to me. Flaws, scars, and all. Let’s get cleaned up.”
I carried her to the bathroom and carefully wiped the inside of her thighs with a warm towel. When we finally crawled into bed together, wrapped around each other, it didn’t take long for me to fall into a deep slumber.