9

I was trapped in a blissful cocoon of sleep when I felt a hand softy brush my curls behind my ears. Normally, I would snap awake if I’m touched from sleep but the touch was so warm and comforting that all I wanted to do was burrow myself further into it and never get up.

I heard a rough chuckle and a voice, “Nice try baby girl but you need to get up.”

Awareness dawned on me when I heard Jake’s voice but I decided to pretend to be asleep for a little while longer. The last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed when I was more comfortable than I have been in a long time.

“Why?” I called on the remnants of sleep in me to sound as tired as possible. “Please let me sleep.”

“You have to eat dinner; I can’t have you not feeding well on my watch.”

“You do feed me well,” I teased, “More than I need if I’m being honest.”

“Nice try, but I meant actual food Hayley.”

I smiled to myself as hands lifted me from under my pits and without opening my eyes, I latched onto Jake like a koala. He didn’t seem to mind because he just chuckled under his breath and started moving with me.

I fell asleep as soon as we got out of the shower earlier. Well, not immediately considering he led me out of the shower only to defile me on my mattress, but I fell asleep right after that- he completely wore me out.

He grabbed my fluffy robe from the bathroom and draped it over my body. He held me with one hand as I struggled to put on the robe. I was able to slip my hands into it before we got to the living room.

He went down the stairs and settled on the couch with me still wrapped around him. I heard him move around a bit, followed by the sound of the TV. It was then I finally opened my eyes and pulled back enough to see his face.

“There you are,” he teased, “Did you have a good rest?”

“I hate you for waking me up.”

“You can hate me after you eat.”

He let go of me so I could change the way I was sitting and face the feast he had made for us both. I used that opportunity to tie the front of my robe.

He had a large dish filled with seafood paella that smelled absolutely wonderful. I felt myself begin to drool at just the sight of it. I didn’t know Jake could cook; he always struck me as the kind of man who has a hired maid, just like my dad.

Then there was a bottle of Albarino beside the dish that piqued my interest.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a fan of white wine.”

“I prefer a bourbon but I’m cultured enough to know that a white goes perfectly with a paella.”

“You’re a man of many surprises Jake.”

I finally got off him- much to his annoyance- to dish out the food into two plates while he poured the wine. When I was done, I chose to sit next to him not on his lap and I saw the look of annoyance he shot me.

He grabbed both my thighs in one hand and placed them over his own and I tried to move but he held my thighs in a hard but not bruising grip.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I teased, “You can relax now.”

“You made me stay; so you’re going to deal with it.”I didn’t want him to see my smile so I hid it by taking a sip of my wine. “Tell me about your day.”

“It was okay I guess,” I shrugged, “It was just like any other; excluding your visit of course.”

“If I wanted a cliff notes version I wouldn’t have asked. I want to hear about your day.”

I was taken aback. No one had ever asked about my day with the intention of hearing about it and for once I was thrown off balance. It took a few minutes and me clearing my throats more than necessary before I was able to speak.

I told him about Winston and his tendency to be a misogynistic prick. Then I told him about Charles and his incessant asking me out. While I talked, he stayed quiet and watched me with rapt attention. The way he stared at me as I spoke was almost like he was hanging onto every single word that left my mouth.

“You don’t have to pretend to be interested in what I’m saying. I’m sure you’ve heard it all before.”

“I’m not pretending,” sincerity bled through every syllable, “And I may have heard it before but I like listening to you speak.”

I didn’t know how to respond so instead I leaned over and kissed him softly. I planned for it to be a soft peck but I should have known that Jake never does anything soft or half assed.

It didn’t stay soft for long because he tangled his fingers into my curls and pulled me in for a deeper kiss. Our half eaten food was forgotten along with the glasses of wine and he pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. The movement spread the bottom of my robe so my bare pussy was settled over the smooth fabric of his trousers.

His right hand remained tangled in my hair but his left hand moved from my face to grip my hips and move me so I brushed over his now erect cock.

“I wasn’t done eating.” I breathed as I pulled away.

“Ask me if I give a shit.” He lips latched onto my neck and my head fell back in a silent moan.

His other hand moved to my hips and he started guiding me to rock on his lap. He kept the pace at a treacherously slow pace and even though I tried to speed up sometimes, he held me down so he was in complete control.

It was mind warping and a few minutes in I was just about ready to explode. All I needed was something more- something to push me off that edge.He knew what I needed- I knew what I needed but I was too stubborn to ask and he was enjoying teasing me too much to give it to me.

He thrust upwards to meet my roll and he hit a sensitive spot that had my eyelids fluttering and a plea left my lips. I thought I would go crazy from the onslaught of pleasure.

“Do you want to cum baby girl?” he asked and I nodded eagerly.He stopped his movements and I whined, “If you want to cum then you’re going to have to do it yourself.”

There was something about the way he spoke to me. It was bold, brazen and crude; such a contrast to the picture perfect man he always pretends to be. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to prove to him that I could do what he had asked.

I placed my palms against his shoulder and rocked against his thigh. The friction had me throwing my head back in pleasure. He fisted his hands at his sides and from the way he stared at me, I knew it was taking all his self control not to touch me.

The sight had my nether regions weeping and it urged me to move faster. I could feel myself climbing that peak of bliss when a song cut through the air. I could have cursed whoever was calling me when Jake picked up my phone and handed it to me.

“Answer it,” I stared at him in confusion but he swiped the green button and placed it by my ear and mouthed, “Speak.”

“Hello,” I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice when I heard who was on the other line, “Charles; what can I help you with?”

“I was wondering if you were free tonight; there’s this cool new Mario kart place.”

“I can’t I’m bu- oh,” I trailed off when I felt Jake’s hand slide between the sides of my robe and brush my clit.

“Sorry; I didn’t quite hear you.”

I glared at Jake but he gave me an innocent look and whispered ‘keep talking’. Part of me wanted to push his hand away but another darker part of me wanted to rock his hand and come all over it so Charles would finally get the hint and leave me alone.

“I was saying I’m busy Charles.” I was barely able to stifle a moan as Jake pushed one thick finger into me.

I could hear Charles speaking in the background but it sounded like white noise because all I could focus on was the pounding of blood in my ears as Jake stroked my inner walls with such precision that I knew I was making a mess all over him.

“Did you hear me, Hayley?” I nearly groaned when Charles said my name and Jake chuckled silently below me- he was enjoying this. To prove my point, he withdrew his finger and pushed in two.

“I didn’t,” I cleared my throat before continuing, “What did you say?”

While he spoke, Jake decided it was best to untie my robe and take one hardened nipple into his mouth. I could faintly hear that Charles was done speaking and was waiting for a response but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what he had said.

I remember hearing something about ‘a chance’, ‘please’ and ‘dinner’, so I’ll take a wide guess and assume he was asking me to reconsider.

“Charles; I can’t, please stop asking.”

I felt Jake smile against my nipple before biting down so the pain blurred with the pleasure and I came apart. I bit down on his shoulder to prevent from making too much noise but there was no need because Jake took the phone in his second hand and ended the call.

When I finally came down from my high I shot him a dark look, “I hate you for that.”

“You hate me but you’re the one who made a mess all over me; what does that say about you?”

“You knew it was Charles; didn’t you?” He didn’t respond verbally, but he gave me a shrug that confirmed it, “You were jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous; I wanted him to get the hint that you weren’t going on a date with him because you were busy.”

“But he didn’t hear anything.”

“There was no mistaking the pleasure in your voice baby girl; thinking about it gets me hard.”

“You were totally jealous.” I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

He didn’t deny it, instead he looked down at his lap, “What I am, is messy; you made a terrible mess.”

He held up his fingers for me to see and I shrugged, “That was your fault.”

“Clean it up,” he ordered and just like that, I was ready for him again.

I took his fingers into my mouth and tasted myself on him. I licked his fingers clean and released them with a pop making sure to bite down on the pad of his fingers first. His eyes darkened considerably and he guided me to my knees in front of him.

“I said to clean all of it.”

My eyes widened when I finally understood what he meant. He wanted me to clean my mess off his pants.

“I don’t like to ask twice baby girl.”

Although his tone was harsh and crude, I feel the silent encouragement from him. It was there in the way his hand brushed my hair softly, the soft look in his eyes and the way he silently conveyed that he wouldn’t force me if I said no.

It was those tiny tells that had me leaning down and swiping my tongue slowly over him.