Chapter Twenty Eight
JAKE
She wasn't kidding. It was past midnight when we arrived at her house, but it was still hot inside.
“What is this hell?”
"I told you," she muttered. Her stomach grumbled as we took off our shoes.
"Did you eat anything?" I asked her.
She slapped her forehead. “I forgot. I was running around all the time."
"You have to take care of yourself. You can't just go without eating. Do you have anything in your fridge?"
I headed straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge. "I can work with this.”
"You don't have to feed me," she said. "It's midnight."
"Yes, I do."
"Is this because you plan on a thorough workout afterward?"
"That too. Come on. Just sit and I'll do everything.”
Instead of sitting down, she came next to the counter, looking at me. I found eggs, so I decided I’d make her sunny-side ups.
"Do you have bread?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's right here." She pointed to an overhead cupboard.
I took out two slices, putting them in a pan as well.
"You’re a genius," she said. "That way we don't have to use the toaster."
I was starting to sweat bullets. I needed to buy her central air.
"You're my hero, you know," she said.
"Why?"
"Because you’re standing in my kitchen, which is hotter than hell, and you’re making me sunny-side ups. If that doesn't say perfect, I don't know what else does."
I took out the toast, putting it on a plate, and then immediately arranged the eggs.
"If I don't pamper you, no one else will."
She sighed. "That's true."
She immediately took the plate, eating one slice of toast and then the other one. My woman was hungry. At least for as long as we were together, I was going to make sure she was well taken care of.
As soon as she finished eating, she put her plate in the sink and said, "Let's get far away from the kitchen. I feel like it's gotten even hotter."
We’d moved to the living room when Natalie cleared her throat and said, "I thought we had a plan to strip naked as soon as we got home."
I pulled her against me and kissed her the next moment.
My cock twitched. I slipped my fingers under her blouse, digging into her skin. She rolled her hips against me, straight against my cock.
Oh fuuuuuuck.
I deepened the kiss as I searched for the zipper.
There was none. She had damn buttons in the front.
I undid them quickly, all the while kissing her senseless.
I took it off, revealing a white lace bra.
Her breasts looked absolutely delicious in it, so much so that I wasn't going to take it off yet.
I lifted her in my arms, laying her on the dining table.
I wanted to feast on her, and I needed the proper conditions to do so.
I traced the swell of her left breast with my mouth before moving to the right one.
Her hands were working tirelessly on the buttons of my own shirt.
I helped while moving my mouth farther down to her navel.
Then I went up, back to her breasts. I liked how that lace looked against her pale skin.
The sun hadn't touched her here. Nothing had for months but me.
And no one would ever again. I was the only one who could please her like this. Who could make her beg.
"Jake," she murmured, tugging at my hair.
I bunched her skirt up to her waist. It was the easiest way to access between her thighs.
I knew she needed pleasure. Her panties were wet.
Actually, the part covering her pussy was so soaked that I could see her flesh.
I liked that I could get her wet so fast, that she responded to me like this.
I took off her bra and clamped my mouth around her nipple at the same time.
Pushing the fabric of her panties to one side, I rubbed my thumb up and down her entrance, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her crazy.
I intensified the rhythm of my movement, wanting to give her exactly what she needed.
"Jake, Jake, Jake," she muttered before exploding beautifully. At the same time, I slipped two fingers inside her. I knew it would intensify her orgasm, and I wanted to feel her pulse around me. My cock threatened to explode even as she came down from the high of the climax.
"Oh my God, I can't believe this. You made me come without even taking off my skirt."
"Fuck, I love when you talk like that."
"I'm no match in the dirty talk department." Her lips were red, and the lower one had bite marks from how much she'd tugged on it. She hopped down from the table.
"You look so damn sexy like this," I said, and I couldn't stand not being inside her. "Turn around."
"Oh." She did just that, looking at me over her shoulder. "You’re really impatient tonight."
I brought my mouth to her ear, palming her ass before pushing down my pants and kicking them off along with my boxers. We'd gotten rid of my shirt before, throwing it to the side.
"And you're still going to keep me like this, half dressed while I'm mauled by you?"
"I want you like this," I admitted. Turning her around, I pushed her hair to one side while I rubbed my erection between her legs.
I didn't touch her pussy at first, but she gasped anyway when she felt the length of my cock against her inner thighs.
She started rolling her hips again like she needed me.
I gripped my cock at the base and pressed the head against her clit.
Her thighs shook so badly that I thought she might lose her balance.
She fell forward onto the table, straightening her arms on it before bending them at the elbows and resting her head on them. I liked seeing her like this—ready for me and anything I wanted. She was putting herself in my hands completely.
"Jake," she murmured as I kept circling her clit. I was driving her crazy, but I was driving myself crazy too, and I didn't want to embarrass myself by coming right now like a teenager.
She looked over her shoulder, biting her lower lip. “Jake, I’m clean and on the pill. If you want, we can…”
“Yes. Fuck yes. I’m clean too.”
I slid inside her, completely stilling.
"Jake." Her voice shook. Her thighs trembled, and her inner muscles pulsed around my erection.
"Fuck, this feels good." I dropped my head back, breathing in through my nose. I still wasn't moving, relishing the feel of her bare flesh around me. It was exquisite.
I should have taken her panties off. I could feel them rubbing at the side of my cock, but it was too late now.
Nothing would make me pull out of this woman, not until I'd had my fill of her.
I palmed her ass cheek with one hand and leaned over her so I could kiss her shoulders and even the tops of her arms.
When her contractions slowed down, I started moving.
"Oh, Jake." She was already on the edge, and I had only started thrusting inside her. She moved with me, balancing on her heels and then back onto her toes.
I couldn't be gentle. I slid in fast, needing to see this wild side of her, to know it was all for me.
She cocked her head to one side, and I tilted even closer, capturing her mouth.
She groaned against my lips. I tangled my tongue with hers, moving it almost as fast as I thrusted inside her.
I brought one hand up to cover her left nipple before pinching it lightly.
A groan reverberated through my body, though I didn't know if it was mine or hers.
I played with her nipple until I felt her clench around me, and then I lowered that same hand to her clit, flicking two fingers over it.
The next moan was definitely hers. It was guttural, almost animalistic.
She clenched so tight around me that my thighs buckled.
Fuck, I was unprepared for the spasm of pleasure rolling through me, but she was there.
I knew I could make her come before I did.
She pulled her hand back, laying it on the table. Clearly she needed to brace herself. She couldn't kiss and fuck me at the same time. I loved that I overwhelmed her so much that she only could do one thing at a time.
I started thrusting slower, drawing it out. I kept playing with her clit. I knew she was going to come before even she did. Her left leg gave out, and then I felt the muscles in her lower abdomen clench under my splayed hand.
She exploded with my name on her lips, and she was so tight around me that I didn't last much longer either. She was still clenching and pulsing around me when I climaxed violently, almost losing my breath and my vision.
Fuck me, this was beyond intense. It was out of this world. The way she made me feel was unreal. It couldn't be real because if it was, it meant I'd lived all these years for nothing.
"You know what the benefits of heat waves are?" Natalie asked the next morning.
"No, enlighten me." We were both buck naked, drinking our morning coffee.
“We don't have to wear any clothes."
"We can do that even with the AC at the hotel. How come this place doesn't have any?"
She shrugged. "The owner doesn't want to invest in it. I guess it's one of the reasons why people didn't want to rent it. It was empty for a while before I rented it. The place where I lived before had all the comforts, but it was far too expensive after I got fired.”
Fuck this. I wanted to provide all the comforts money could buy for her. It would be my privilege.
“Did you and Vince live together?”
“No, we never took that step. Thank goodness.”
I stepped closer to her and traced a straight line from her shoulder blade to her right ass cheek, palming it.
She grinned. "I see you’re becoming a fan of the no-AC life as well."
"It does have perks," I admitted, kissing her shoulder.
"By the way," she said, looking sideways at me, "you haven't been on a retreat to Martha's Vineyard since you moved to Boston."
"True." I didn't take a step back as I turned her around by her hips. Her breasts were against my skin. "Is that a hint that you want to go?"
She pursed her lips. "No, I don't think it would be possible. Most of the events at the company are on Friday evenings, and the two gigs I have coming up are on weekends. But you can go. I don't want to mess with your retreat."
"I haven’t needed it since I met you."
Her mouth formed an O. "Why not?"
I drew my fingers across her mouth, kissing at her lower lip, sucking in a few drops of coffee.
"I don't know, Natalie. I think I was searching for something before, and I wasn't sure what it was. But right now I have everything I need. I have you. We can go to Martha's whenever you have time, but I have no desire to go there alone."
"Jake," she murmured, putting down her cup of coffee as I placed my arms around her. "God. I can't believe it. I'm already sweaty. How can you hug me like that?"
"I happen to like you when you're sweaty," I said.
I kissed along her jawline before descending to her neck.
She tasted salty, but I liked it. "I like the scent of your skin.
It's sweet and salty and delicious." I drew the tip of my nose up her neck and then bit at her earlobe.
She gasped, rolling her hips, pushing her pubic bone straight against my cock.
"I like spending the weekends with you," she admitted, "especially after having events."
"They take a lot out of you, huh?" I asked, taking a step back as the coffee machine started making whirring noises. It was doing its cleanup process.
"I know, but I love them so much. Just between you and me, I'm enjoying this much more than what I did before. I definitely chose the wrong degree."
I liked where this was going, but I didn't want to put any pressure on her. "Have you thought about changing careers altogether?"
"I have, yes. But honestly, I think it would disappoint my parents tremendously. They’re so proud that I went to college, that I got a 'serious degree,' as they call it. I'm proud of it too."
"Look, I haven't met your parents, but from what you told me about them, I think they would eventually understand, even if they might not react well in the beginning."
"I'll see how the applications go," she murmured.
A vibrating sound in the room startled both of us.
"That's my phone," she said, picking it up from the kitchen table. "I don't have the number saved. It could be one of the companies I applied to."
“On a Saturday?" I asked skeptically.
"Carmen did call me on a Sunday," she pointed out.
"True."
She clicked Answer and put it to her ear. "Natalie here." The color drained from her face the next second. "Vince, I don't want you calling me. No, fuck you."
I was instantly on alert. "Give me the phone."
She hesitated.
"Natalie!"
She handed it to me the next second.
"Listen, fucker,” I growled.
“Who's this?” the asshole asked.
I didn’t bother answering him. “Don't call her number again. Ever. Or I'll make you very sorry."
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" The little twerp tried to sound tough.
"Someone you should not mess with. She's not alone, you know? I've got her back."
He hung up.
"What did he want?" I asked Natalie.
"I don't know. He didn't get a chance to tell me. He was too busy insulting me."
"Natalie—”
"Let's forget about him, okay? I don't want him to ruin our day."
"You can't sweep this under the rug."
"I'm not. But eventually he'll get bored and stop." She laughed humorlessly. "I bet you wish you were in Martha's Vineyard right about now, huh?"
"No chance in hell." Putting the phone down, I cupped her face, and then I moved my hands down, pushing her up by her ass. "If I went away, I couldn't do this." I took her up in my arms.
She smiled, putting her hands on my shoulders. “I see."
"I'm right where I need to be," I assured her, kissing her again and then going down the column of her neck. "Right here."