41. Caitlin
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
caitlin
Jake wiped my arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood. I stared into his blue eyes, and then soft lips were on mine. My eyes fluttered shut, and I ran my hands through his hair.
“I want to do something for you now,” I murmured against his mouth. “Don’t tell me it’s okay or that it’s about me. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
He broke the contact between us then backed up. The smirk that played across his lips was devious.
“Okay. On your knees, baby.”
My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip as I slid off the counter, lowering myself to the ground.
The clink of a belt buckle being undone then the tug of a zipper filled my ears before Jake’s jeans and boxers dropped to the ground.
He pumped his length in his hand a couple times before cupping my chin and lifting my face. “Open up,” he ordered.
Licking my lips, I did as he asked. Moments later, he inched the head of his dick into my mouth, and my lips closed around his velvety skin. The salty taste of precum spread on my tongue as I swirled it around his length, taking him deeper into my mouth.
I moved my hands in tandem, stroking him as I bobbed my head up and down his cock.
He gathered a fistful of my hair, holding my head in place as he began to thrust.
“God, fuck,” he moaned as I sucked harder, hollowing out my cheeks. “If you keep this up, I’m going to come before I even get a chance to be inside you.”
I let out a hum of approval, and he pulled back, removing his cock from my mouth with a pop.
“I need you so bad, Cait. As good as that was, I need to be inside you right fucking now.”
Before I could protest and say I was only getting started, his hands were on my waist and he was hoisting me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his middle, and he carried me into the bedroom while peppering kisses across my neck and collarbones.
Jake gently set me down on the edge of the bed and stripped off his shirt. “Condom?” he asked. “I’m clear, but it’s up to you.”
I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. “I-I don’t want more kids, Jake. I trust you, and I have an IUD, but I want to be safe.”
Even though I knew Jake was the complete opposite of Adam, a little twinge of worry about what he might say rose in my gut—worry about whether he would dismiss my feelings about not wanting another kid or press the issue of not using a condom.
But the thought vanished just as quickly as it appeared when Jake proved once again that he was nothing like my ex-husband.
“Of course, baby. Anything you want.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before grabbing the condom. After tearing it open, he rolled it over his length. “I’m going to schedule an appointment for a vasectomy.”
My eyes widened. “You don’t have to do that—”
“Cait, baby, you’re the only woman I plan to be with for the rest of my life if I have any say.
If you don’t want more kids, I have no reason not to have the procedure.
Condoms and an IUD are great, but accidents can happen.
I don’t want you to have any concerns. Besides, they’re reversible if you ever change your mind.
” He quickly added, “Not that you ever have to. You have the power here. It’s your choice what to do with your body, and if you don’t want kids, I will never force that on you. ”
“Thank you.” I blinked away the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “T-that means more than you’ll ever know.”
“I’m always going to consider you and have your best interests at heart.
If that means wearing a condom even after I get the surgery, then I’ll wear a condom.
If that means staying in the guest house, then I won’t fight it.
The only thing I won’t do is let you go.
I’ve waited way too many years to give up on us now.
I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how amazing you are if that’s what it takes to keep you. ”
“Jake,” I breathed out.
“Yeah?”
“Will you please just fuck me now?” I whined.
Something in his eyes shifted, and his expression darkened into pure want.
“On your hands and knees, baby. Face the headboard,” he growled.
When I turned over, getting on all fours, I wiggled my butt just to tease him, which only spurred him on.
A loud smack of his hand spanking my ass filled the room, and a sting of pleasurable pain jolted through my body. A gasp fell from my lips, and he chuckled behind me.
Jake’s hands gripped my thighs, and he pulled me back toward the edge of the bed. I looked over my shoulder just in time to watch him spit in his hand and rub it all over the condom before guiding his tip toward my center.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded, and he pushed inside, the head of his cock stretching my walls as he filled me, inching himself in.
A moan fell from my lips as he fully sheathed himself.
“I don’t know if I will ever get used to this tight”—he thrusted once—“wet”—and again—“cunt.”
On the third one, a cry fell from my lips, my legs starting to shake underneath me. I bit my bottom lip, trying to muffle my moans.
“Don’t be quiet, Cait.” He grunted, keeping a steady rhythm while reaching around to snake his hand beneath my shirt and pinch one of my nipples under my bra. “It’s just us, so you can be as loud as you need.”
“I’m going to—” I gasped as he plunged into me, hitting the perfect spot to send a ripple of pleasure down my spine. My head fell back as I climbed to an orgasm.
“That’s two,” Jake cooed in my ear. He pulled out, and the absence of him caused an ache in my core.
He climbed on the bed, lying on his back with his head on the pillows.
“Ride me. Take control. I want to see your face when you fall apart this time.”
God, his mouth. His words alone had me dripping, every ounce of my body teeming with pleasure.
I crawled up the bed to him, pulling off my shirt and unclasping my bra, letting both clothing items fall on the comforter.
Grasping his length, I guided him toward my center. He was already slick from my orgasm, and it took hardly any effort to sink down onto his cock. I rocked my hips back and forth, letting myself enjoy what was happening, free from worries about what my body looked like or the sounds I was making.
“That’s it,” he hummed. “You’re so goddamn sexy. How does it feel?”
“H-how does it feel?” I repeated, slowing my movements, though I didn’t stop completely.
“How does it feel knowing you’ve absolutely ruined me? That you occupy every single gap in my mind. There’s no one else for me. It’s always going to be you.”
“F-fuck.” My head fell back between my shoulder blades, and Jake grasped my hips, guiding me up and down on his length as he thrust his hips.
I was bouncing on his cock, and he was gripping my skin so hard I was sure he’d leave tiny marks for me to find the next morning. My hand reached down to circle my clit, the stimulation causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Jake moaned. “Look down. Watch how good we fit together. How well your pussy takes me.”
My eyes darted down to our bodies joining together.
The sight of his cock pumping in and out of me was fucking erotic, and I didn’t think sex had ever felt like this before.
Before Jake, sex was a chore, but he allowed me to lean into my pleasure and take what I needed.
It was empowering, and I never wanted it to stop.
Jake reached out, placing his fingers over mine, and we worked my clit together, bringing me to the edge.
“Jake!” I cried as I came.
He responded with a few grunts as his cock twitched inside me and he spilled his release into the condom.
My chest heaved as I came down from my high, and I placed a hand over his heart, feeling his pulse beat rapidly against his chest.
A strand of hair had fallen into my face, and Jake tucked it behind my ear.
“I love you,” he murmured.
“W-what?” My eyes widened. A love confession was the last thing I expected to come from his mouth at the end of sex, but there it was.
“I love you, Caitlin. You don’t have to say it back, but I’m in love with you. I have been, and I’m pretty sure I will be for the foreseeable future.”
“No.” My vision blurred, and I wiped the tears from my eyes. I realized I said that out loud when surprise flashed across Jake’s face. “I just mean, I love you, too.”
It felt right to say out loud, to admit what I’d been denying for months now. I was in love with Jake Flynn, and for the first time in the last ten years, I felt free.