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He smiles, a wicked grin, satisfied and full of pride. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispers. “But ten will do, trust me. Now say ‘please’”
I exhale a breath of relief before I can talk again. “Please.”
His smile is condescending and that’s how I know he’s not done playing. “Again.”
“Please…Jake.”
“Again.”
I repeat ‘please’. Over and over again, hoping it will satisfy him. I lose count; the word echoing in my head, not sure if I’m saying it out loud or thinking it really hard. Not sure if I’m shouting or whispering.
I’m so lost in the begging that I jump in a cry of pleasure when he suddenly pinches my clit hard with his thumb and forefinger. I don’t care about making a sound anymore. This is too good, too much, too fulfilling.
His hand under my chin grabs my jaw tightly and he pushes me until my back hits the mattress. I whimper with need as he places his head between my legs and laps at my pussy. My cries of pleasure reverberate against the walls of his room. I’m so loud I’m surprised the walls don’t tremble. My body, however, is trembling all right. I’m a second away from coming when he pulls away and the groan that leaves my throat is unrecognizable.
He flips me around in one movement and my cheek hits the mattress. I’m looking at his wall, my vision fuzzy from pleasure. I don’t have time to think as he pulls me by the hips until my ass is up and he’s got full access.
“Beautiful,” he growls. “So fucking wet and beautiful, Angel.”
“Fuck me,” I order and, in return, I get a hard slap on my ass cheek.
It makes me jump in surprise. The erotism from a simple slap in this situation is through the roof. I would have never expected it to be like this. My cheek burns but he soothes it with his palm.
“One,” his sultry breath penetrates the thick, sexual air.
He puts his dick at my entrance and I’m about to move back when another slap lands on my other cheek. This time I scream at how much harder it is from the first one.
He moves an extra inch, making me moan in pleasure. Another slap, another inch. Soon I don’t know if I’m moaning at the spanks or him penetrating me further. Everything blurs into a big moment of ecstasy as it all accelerates and my first orgasm rips through me so hard and intense, I can feel tears prickling at my eyes and I see stars.
I’m so thankful for the pleasure he’s allowing me to have that I whisper ‘thank you’ over and over again and I feel in his movements he’s loving it.
“You’re most welcome,” he says, pulling out and flipping me around again before entering me without warning. This time he slows down, the difference is severe and intimate.
My second orgasm comes slowly as if it is still building as it releases and releasing as it builds more. He keeps going, steadily, and I already feel another ecstatic moment coming. It rolls over my whole body and this time, I can’t stop the tears.
They fall down my cheeks as the strength of my third orgasm turns me into a puddle of pleasure beneath him. I don’t even feel my shoulders or the binds anymore. All I feel is the love between me and Jake, the pleasure of our bodies becoming one. I know the moment he notices my tears because he freezes.
“Jamie,” he asks calmly. “Are you okay?” He lifts up and is about to pull away when I smile and shake my head.
“Don’t,” I sob, my throat tight. “They’re happy tears. Please, God, please don’t stop.”
He slithers his hands below me and grabs my joint wrists to use as a lever. He starts slow again but quickly picks up the pace. He kisses my tears away, my cheeks, devours my mouth. He swallows my moans as he pushes into me with unforgiving thrusts, and I come for a fourth time with his mouth on mine and his hands gripping my wrists.
As his mouth leaves mine and my cries get louder, he releases himself in me and I only realize now that we didn’t bother using a condom. I thank Emily internally for helping me get on the pill a week ago. I will still have to discuss STDs with Jake but now is really not the time.
Jake lets his body fall on mine and I wince as the ache in my shoulders comes back. He quickly releases my wrists, and my arms are so stiff it hurts to bring them back into their natural positions. Jake doesn’t say anything, but I read the satisfaction on this face.
We’re tired but he still helps me stretch my arms to help the ache go away and massages my shoulders. He goes to the bathroom and brings me back a warm wet cloth. I clean myself and fall back on the mattress, but he quickly grabs my waist and helps me back up.
“You need to go pee, baby,” he whispers before kissing my forehead.
I execute without question. UTI’s are no joke. When I come back into the room, he’s on his front, his whole naked body splayed over the bed. My eyes stop at his perfectly shaped bum and then his one and only tattoo between his shoulder blades.
I still haven’t asked him the meaning of the X or the numbers and letters around it.
The pace at which his chest is rising tells me he’s fallen asleep, and I’m not surprised. This session drained me of energy. Add a fight, a night at the police station, worrying about your twin, confronting your old foster parent and I think Jake has more than earned a good night of sleep.
I slip into bed beside him. He shifts until he’s on his side, grabs my waist, and tucks me against him. I’m fearful that my body so close to his is hurting his bruised ribs and stomach but I also remind myself that he just fucked me into oblivion and if that was fine for him, sleeping like this shouldn’t be too painful. It’s dark, but I still make out the black-and-white picture hanging on the wall next to me, of him in his lacrosse kit, holding his helmet and smiling his perfect teeth at the camera with Rose next to him in our Stoneview Prep kit too. I recall him saying Luke took the pictures he’s put in his room. He looks so happy, his smiles genuine and forcing my own lips to curve. Maybe, when this whole Nate and Bianco thing is over, Jake will have that kind of smile on his face again. I want that for him, for us. Just pure happiness. I grin at the thought and let sleep overtake me.
