5

I watched with baited breath as he slowly took off the jacket. He did it slowly, almost as if he wanted me to savor the moment; he wanted me to anticipate it, to want it- to crave it.

The tie went next and he tossed it against my sofa. After, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It felt like hours before he was done but he didn’t shrug off the shirt. He made a twirling motion with his hands and I turned around to face him and sat on my knees.

“Lie on your back.” He instructed.

I did as he asked but a question was plaguing me and I had to let it out, “If you were going to have me on my back then why did you ask me to get on my knees?”

“You ask too many questions.” He said after a beat of silence and I shrugged.

       “It comes with the job. I can’t exactly be a lawyer without asking- oh.”

He hooked his hands behind my thighs and dragged me until I was half dangling off the bed. The action took me by surprise hence the little gasp that escaped me.

He knelt between my legs and my breath hitched in my throat. I tried to clamp my knees shut but his grip on my kept that from happening. I tried again- harder and he shot me a death glare that had me freezing.

“You don’t have to do that.” I said instead and his eyes narrowed even more, “I know a lot of guys don’t enjoy it so you don’t have to.”

         “Only an idiot wouldn’t enjoy this.” He leaned forward and took a long inhale and I couldn’t stop the blush that creeped up my cheeks, “I would live here if I could. You smell delectable.”

Before I could utter another word, he gave me one long lick from clit to opening and I threw my head back in a moan. The sound egged him on because he feasted on me like a man starved.

Like I was an oasis in a desert, like he was a dying man being given a drink of water. He kissed me there like he would my lips- long and slow open mouthed kisses. He sucked on my clit and I couldn’t control the rush of wetness that came out of me.

His grip on my thighs tightened as he pressed them into the bed and thrust his tongue into my opening. A cry came out from me and he nipped my clit softly.

“Please,” was the only word I could utter.

He withdrew his tongue and plunged two fingers in me at once and I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

My hands went down to fist his hair. I didn’t know whether it was to pull him closer or to push him away. All I know is I was grabbing fistfuls of his hair and riding his face, chasing my orgasm.

My response only egged him on because he repeated the process- over and over again until I was balancing on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall.

“I’m going to-,” I couldn’t finish the sentence, “Please.”

This is usually the time where a lesser man would go faster or slower or change tactic and ruin it. But he made a noise of content into me and kept going. It felt like bliss to me and soon I came all over his face.

He didn’t pull away, he licked up everything I had to offer and when he finally pulled away, his face was stained with my juices, his usually neat hair was standing up at all angles and I had red splotches on my cheeks.

He pulled off the shirt that was barely hanging on by this point and stood up to take off his belt.

“As much as I love your hands in my hair,” he began as he gestured for me to scoot up on the bed, “I need your hands immobile. Is this okay?”

I eyed the belt and nodded, I trust Jake not to hurt me. If he wants me restrained then I know it’s not with the intention to hurt me.He looped the belt around my wrists and tied it to my headboard then tugged to make sure it wasn’t too tight but also not too loose.

He moved back to the foot of the bed and pulled down his trousers and boxers in one go. His rock hard cock sprung up and my mouth completely dried up. It is one thing to feel it against you and it is another to see it up close and personal.

I knew he was big but I didn’t know he was massive. There is no way all of him will be able to fit into me.

“That look will give a lesser man an ego boost.” He said snapping me out of my thoughts.

        “What would it give you?”

“Nothing I don’t already know.”

He reached into his pocket, possibly to retrieve a condom and I felt a wave of jealousy hit me square in the chest. He carries condoms around which means he probably has a lot of one night stands. I don’t want to be fucked by the man I’m in love with using a condom he packed for a possible one night stand.

“I’m on the pill.” I choked out and his eyes snapped up to mine, “And I’m clean. I get tested regularly. I could show you but I can’t-.”

        “If I do that, there’s no going back.”

“I’m prepared for whatever the consequences are.” He nodded and tossed his wallet to the side. I let out a sigh of relief as he made his way towards the bed.

He pressed a soft kiss to my ankle and then slowly kissed his way up my leg. He stopped at my inner thigh and ghosted his lips over my core. I let out an embarrassingly loud moan but he didn’t linger, he kissed his way up my body and when he reached my breasts he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

The hot feeling of his mouth after the initial teasing had me lifting my hips but he used a hand to pin me to the bed.

“Patience,” he whispered as he lifted one of my thighs and threw it over his waist.

His head was directly grazing my core and I expected him to move in but he was taking his precious time rubbing his cock against my slit and slathering it in my juices.

His head hit my clit and I lifted my hips, swallowing the head. He pulled out and continued his ministrations until I was a whimpering, begging mess beneath him.

“Please fuck me.”

He didn’t respond but I could see from the way his jaw was clenched that this affected him just as much as it affected me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he entered me slowly.

At first it was just the tip, then he pushed in halfway and I felt a stretch. That was when I realized what he was doing the entire time. He knew it would be a tight fit so he wanted me dripping wet to make it easier.

He pushed in completely and I swear I was blinded by the fullness for a full second. I threw my head back in a silent ‘oh’. He didn’t move, just kept still and waited for me to adjust.

I rocked my hips slightly and that was all it took for him to unleash himself. He pounded into me relentlessly. He wasn’t having sex with me or making love to me, he was fucking me. it was rough, fast, hard and completely filthy.

He grabbed my other thigh so both legs were thrown over his waist and his right hand came to rest by my head as he picked up his pace.

I could hear the headboard slam against the wall and all I could do was take his brutal assault because my hands were restrained over my head. He rocked his hips forward and grazed my clit.

“Jake,” his name was barely more than a whisper and his eyes snapped up to mine.

       “Say my name again.”

“Jake, please. I need more.”

His head descended to my breast and he took an aching peak into his mouth. He sucked and bit and licked it until I found myself balancing on that cliff then just as quickly as he started, he stopped.

I let out a groan of protest to which he smiled against my skin.

“You’ve tortured me for years. Walking around with your tight little clothes, giving me those flirty eyes.” He began, “I saw through the innocent touches and through your bullshit façade. You made me suffer for years. I lusted after you, knowing I could have you. Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?”

      “I didn’t-,”

“You had your fun all those years. It’s my turn.”

He picked up his pace again and every response I could have given flew right out of my head. He fucked me mercilessly, dragging me up to the cloud 9 and letting me fall right back to earth.

I got there faster each time and each fall was more brutal than the last. It didn’t matter how much I begged, it only seemed to egg him on and drive him more.

“I can’t,” I panted after I fell, “Please, Jake, Please, I need to cum.”

His dark eyes watched me as if assessing how badly I wanted- no, needed it. When he was satisfied with his findings, he lifted my legs so my ankles were against his shoulders.

This is a position I’ve read about but never had the pleasure of trying and the books never did it justice. I could feel him deeper in this position. Every thrust felt like a million pinpricks of pleasure running through my body.

He dragged me up that cliff and I made a mental note to kill him if he let me fall again. He kept thrusting, each one more brutal than the last. The only sounds in the silent room were my moans, his silent groans, the headboard hitting the wall and the sound of wet flesh slapping. The room smelt like sex, like dirty, filthy, forbidden sex.

“I’m going to cum.”

       “Do it,” he ordered, “Cum all over my cock like the naughty little brat that you are.”

And I did, I came all over his cock and he spilled into me not a second later. All I could manage were small sounds as he rode out the longest orgasm of my life.

He stayed like that until he softened a little and then pulled out of me. He let my legs down and I finally felt how sore I actually was.

He left the bed and I felt a clench in my heart. Is he just going to leave?

He walked into my bathroom and I heard water running, then he returned with a bowl and a small cloth. He wiped the warm cloth against my core and I moaned as the warmth hit my skin. I could see him harden at the sound but he otherwise made no other reaction.

When he was done, he untied the belt around my wrist. He inspected the slightly reddened area. “Next time, I’ll use something that less harsh.”

“Next time,” my voice came out soft and his eyes came to mine.

       “I did tell you that once I put my hand on you it would be over,” he said simply, “And after I felt your pussy walls take me in so perfectly, there’s no way one taste will be enough.”

Just like that, I was wet again, soreness be damned. He knew because he smirked softly and rose to his feet.

“You should rest,” he moved to pick up his clothes.

       “Please stay.” I blurted out and his movements froze, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Did you think I would leave you here after this?” he asked, “Baby girl, I plan to be here for a fucking long time. Besides, what better way is there to wake up than between those pretty thighs?”

Red splotches flooded my cheeks and he returned to gathering his clothes. When he was done, he crawled into bed next to me and I turned my back to him, not wanting to be too clingy at this moment like I usually am after sex.

I expected him to turn his back to me too, but I felt his hand wrap around my waist and he pulled me towards him: back to check, skin to skin.

I let out a relieved sigh as he kissed my forehead and allowed myself drift off to sleep.