Chapter 23
ELLIE
Jake
Were you serious about me teaching you?
Ellie
Yes.
Jake
Did you want a lesson plan or something? We know you love your planners.
Ellie
No plans. Just do whatever you want to me.
Jake
Fuck. I should not have started this conversation out in public.
Ellie
Oops.
Jake
Don’t tease me.
Ellie
I’m just saying. I’m an experiential learner.
Jake
All the blood from my brain is in my dick right now, so tell me. What does that mean?
Ellie
I learn by doing.
Jake
You are fucking getting it tonight holy fuck.
Ellie
I can’t wait.
I’d never considered myself an addictive personality, but I was addicted to Jake.
For the next month, our lives carried on much the same, but we shared kisses now, stolen moments behind doors or whenever Noah wasn’t looking.
Mealtimes became a game of how Jake could touch me without my son noticing, and nighttime was a chance to satisfy a feral need that wasn’t lessening, no matter what.
Sometimes it was quick and dirty, too intense for words, and occasionally Jake liked to draw things out, one long, slow torment until he fucked me with his hand covering my mouth so I didn’t make too much noise.
Apparently, I was a screamer.
Then there was all the in-between times when Noah was at nursery, or when Joanna offered to take him out for a few hours, and we could be as loud as we wanted.
There wasn’t a surface we didn’t test and a position we didn’t try.
We fucked in the bath and bent over the sink vanity, my breath coating the mirror as I watched him thrust inside me from behind.
It was a whole new world of intensity as he met my reflection, then forced me to watch him watch where he speared into me, over and over.
One time, he threw me against the refrigerator until I had imprints of all the alphabet magnets on my back before he’d fucked them loose and they scattered to the floor like alphabet confetti.
Another, he laid me out on the dining table, propped my legs on a chair either side of him, and spread me wide for his perusal.
He’d edged me for what felt like an hour, then teased me with the rose vibrator, letting it suck me until I came so hard I actually squirted all over him.
He’d been a wreck after that, pounding into me like a madman, like I’d given him the greatest gift of all time.
We’d shared a shower afterwards, but I felt like he’d sent me to work with his deep, throaty growl stained forever on my skin.
I couldn’t get enough, but then neither could he.
I believed that now.
“Look at this bruise.” Jake strolled into the bedroom with a pink towel fastened around his waist, his body still damp, his hair dripping. “Look at the size of it.”
I dropped my book to my chest, giving him my full attention as he shoved his arm near my face.
“I’m looking.”
I traced the bluish-purple mark blooming across his bicep, a consequence of our shower sex escapades a few days before.
Not that we had sex. The second Jake lifted me off the bath floor, he’d slipped on one of Noah’s squeaky bath toys, the world had tilted, I screeched, and Jake had torn the shower curtain from the pole to save us from falling over completely.
I still laughed about it, even now.
“You think that’s funny?”
“It was pretty funny, yeah. Your face…”
Jake propped himself above me with one fist either side of my body, and shook his hair, scattering me with drops of water.
“Stop! I don’t want to get all wet.”
“What a shame.”
We laughed as I pulled him on top of me, wrapping my arms around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss that deepened the more I moaned.
He palmed my breast, whining in annoyance before sliding his hand underneath my t-shirt, seeking skin to skin. He tugged and tweaked my nipple, over and over, and I ripped his towel off, sinking my fingertips into his ass as we kissed and kissed.
It was insanely hot being clothed while Jake was naked on top of me, and I got carried away in the craze of it until I remembered with a whine.
“I can’t have sex tonight.”
Jake pulled back, breathless. “Okay.”
“I want to, like I really want to.” I shifted and groaned at the press of his huge, hard cock. “But I’ve got my period.”
“Are you okay? That’s been ages since the last time.”
“I know. Sometimes that happens.”
“Do you need anything?” he asked, and my heart pitter-pattered all over again.
“It’s more manageable this time. I’m coping.”
“Good.” Jake claimed another deep kiss before rolling off to my side. He propped on one elbow and stared down at me with the kind of smile that made me question our friendship all over again.
It brimmed with tenderness and affection, and it was hard not to look away from the intensity.
After a while, Jake lifted my top to palm my lower belly, rubbing and tracing the dark, fishnet-patterned rash marring my skin. “Is this why your skin is more discoloured today?”
“Yeah, I overused the hot water bottle. They call it toasted skin.”
“I hate that you’re in so much pain you have to burn yourself to get relief.”
“I hate it too, believe me. I should put some aloe vera on it actually. It’s feeling a bit tender.”
“Let me do that for you,” he said, and before I could say a word he’d jumped off the bed, completely unashamed of his nakedness as he scoured the collection of toiletries on top of my chest of drawers.
He found the green bottle of aloe with a smug “A-ha” and gently smoothed the cooling gel onto my lower belly until it was fully absorbed.
No one had ever taken such care with me. It almost took my breath away.
“So, I’ve been reading about how to help ease period pain and—”
“I’m sorry.” I lifted my head slightly. “You’ve been reading about what?”
“How to help ease your period pain,” Jake repeated, as if it was no big deal.
“But why?”
“Because you’re in so much pain every time and I don’t like it. I wanted to see if there was any decent, workable suggestions, and that’s not to say you haven’t already tried everything, but have you tried an orgasm?”
“Of course. It helps sometimes, but not always and the feeling never lasts long enough.”
“What if I gave you an orgasm?”
“You think you’re better than my rose vibrator?”
“That thing makes you come in barely a minute, but I want to tease you a bit. I wouldn’t stop at one orgasm either.”
“Jake.”
He grinned. “Ellie.”
“You can’t be serious about that. I’m bleeding.”
“I’m aware.”
“So… don’t you find that a bit off-putting? A bit too…”
Intimate, I wanted to say, but thought better of it. Even though we’d tried to keep things casual and light between us, there was nothing more intimate than all the delightful dirty things we’d done the last month.
“No,” Jake said, sounding pretty adamant about it. “But if you’re not comfortable with me touching you or being inside you while you’re bleeding, I can rub up against you fully clothed and still have you coming on my cock.”
“Or I could have you coming in my mouth.”
“Ellie.” His cock jerked against my thigh. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
I laughed, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “You really think you could beat my hot water bottle for pain relief?”
“Of course not, but I’m willing to give it a real good try.”
With that, he sank between my thighs, rocking against me, smiling into my mouth as we laughed through every kiss.
Ellie
What are your thoughts on sexting?
Jake
Currently I have none because they all flew away the moment I read the word sexting.
Ellie
I’m being serious!
Jake
So am I.
I think it’s HOT. What are your thoughts about it?
Ellie
I’m definitely having some right now.
Jake
Ellie! You’re at work. Bad girl.
Ellie
There’s nothing to do here and so I thought of you.
Jake
What did you think about me?
Ellie
About your mouth against mine.
And the feel of your ass in my hands.
And whether your cock could touch the back of my throat.
Are you there? Omg did I do it wrong?
Jake
I am so fucking hard right now. Like 0-60 I could hammer steel with this thing.
Ellie
Stop!
Jake
You started it.
When are you due home again?
Ellie
Not for another hour.
Jake
OK I can cope with that, but I warn you. Tonight we’re gonna find out if my cock can touch the back of your throat.
Ellie
I’m so wet right now.
Jake
Fuck. It’s not just gonna touch the back of your throat, baby. I’m gonna make you choke on it.