At one point, he threw his head back and roared when we were at a stoplight and I reminded him that the Muzak in elevators played some of the music he especially liked. Just like at the restaurant, I was enthralled by Jake laughing.
Now we were back in my apartment at, to my disappointment, the close of the evening.
"I'd offer you a drink but all I've got is tap water," I admitted softly hanging my coat on the cheap wooden rack before running my hands over it to smooth it, caress it. Any extra money I got now were now going to go towards the repair of 'Beast' and for any emergencies with my tenants.
"No worries, Darlin'," Jake whispered. There were a couple of beats of silence where I could feel his eyes on me before I heard him rumble, "Cait, come here.
I turned his direction and caught the shimmer of his golden eyes. He took a step towards me, which with his long stride and my tiny floor space, had me in his arms in less than a blink.
"Need to taste you," he murmured before lowering his head as his arms stole around me. I kept my hands on his chest between us to prevent him from feeling my heart's reaction to his soft words but raised my mouth to offer him my lips.
This was what I had been waiting for, wanting and yearning to have and, as his mouth met mine, found to be so much better than I had imagined, lying lonely in my bed. Soft and moist, yet commanding, his lips moved over mine before his tongue tickled the seam of my mouth in a silent request for me to open.
My lips parted and Jake's tongue slipped inside.
Undulating softly, his head slanted to gain further access. While I tried to stop it, my moan escaped in time to the spasm that zinged upward from between my legs. I felt a reacting throb in the ever growing bulge that was pressing against my hipbone and realized I wasn't the only one affected by our mouth activity.
Bold in the sure knowledge that Jake desired me as much as I did him, I slid my hands up to encircle his broad shoulders, one hand gliding farther upward to plunge into his long, thick hair and hold his face to mine.
His hands were moving as well.
Reaching down, he captured my jean-clad butt cheeks and brought my body into direct contact with the hardness in his jeans. Bending his knees slightly, he moved his hips to stroke himself against me.
All things pink went into red-alert at his grab-and-rub maneuver.
He drew my tongue in his mouth and began sucking on it, mimicking the rhythm of his hips. After a few moments, he left my tongue to suck on my lower lip, flicking against it with the tip of his tongue.
I was melting.
His mouth, as it twirled, licked and sucked, became my whole focus.
I wanted him.
I wanted that mouth on me.
On all of me.
His mouth began to go slower and I felt him start to pull away.
But I wasn't done.
Not by a long shot.
I slanted my head and began to use his moves, the ones he had just taught me, used on me, on him.
I touched the tip of my tongue to wiggle against the seam of his closed lips, invading his mouth to entangle my fleshy, wet tongue with his. I sipped at the tip and, as I drew more of it into my mouth, I sucked a little bit harder using my lips to capture and stroke it. I was sucking first his top lip then his bottom lip remembering to flick and stroke each of them, when I realized that the sounds I was hearing weren't just from Jake.
Jake's kisses made me hot.
But me using my mouth on him, made me hotter.
We both pulled back a bit and the kisses became shorter, softer before our mouths disengaged.
Jake pressed his forehead to mine and in the silence I found he was panting just as hard as me.
"Wow," I whispered when I finally had enough breath to speak and enough brain cells to articulate a word.
"Fucking hell, Darlin'."
"So?" I didn't know how to initiate what I wanted to happen next.
All I knew is that I wanted it.
Wanted it bad.
"I'm gonna take off just as soon as I can get my feet to work," Jake rumbled pulling my head to his chest and using his other hand to stroke my back.
"You are?" I raised my head and looked up at him. Did I sound as disappointed as I felt? I hoped not.
But, didn't he want me, too?
"Want to take this slow. Savor it, yeah?" he rumbled softly into my hair.
Huh?
Screw, slow!
Or how 'bout we savor a slow screw? Oh, God. Please don't let me blurt out what I'm thinking this time.
"You sure?" God, I had wanted to hide the disappointment that was growing within me when I spoke. But even I could hear the tone of my voice that said so much more than the words out of my mouth.
"I'm sure, gorgeous." Jake planted a kiss on my nose before giving me a final squeeze as his arms dropped.
We stood still for a moment, close but not touching.
I straightened my top and Jake grabbed his belt loops to pull his jeans up, all the while our eyes were still locked together.
I finally broke the silence. "I had fun tonight, Jake. Thanks."
"Me, too. Wanna try it again tomorrow?"
No, I wanted to try it tonight! I want to try it…right…effing, now!
"You mean go out again?"
"What'd you think I meant, pretty girl?" His wicked smile told me he knew exactly what direction my mind had gone at his question.
"Yeah, I'd like that." My voice sounded calm on the outside.
On the inside? My brain was screaming, Yes, for God's sake, Please!
"Same time?"
I nodded, not trusting that I could hold back my internal squeals of delight if I opened my mouth.
I went with him to the door and received a sweet, hard but short kiss.
"Be good, Darlin'."
"Later, Jake."
It took me hours to get to sleep that night.
*.*.*.*.*
Jake turned back as he was getting into his car and glanced at Caitlin's windows. What he saw had him chuckling and leaning on his opened car door as he watched. There she was, his girl, silhouetted against the sheer curtains, her arms lifted above her head, making 'metal horns' as she yelled, "Score!" loud enough to be heard on the street, before she started dancing around her apartment in obvious glee. He was still chuckling as he made his way home seeing the image of her happy dance of joy.
It took Jake hours to get to sleep that night.
Chapter Seven
Jake was functioning on auto-pilot as he drove to Caitlin's house the next night.
While he maneuvered the car through the streets with calm efficiency, his mind was, as it had been over the last few hours, in knots. How was he going to keep himself from dragging all that clean sweetness, all that beauty to the floor and fuckin' her 'til she couldn't walk when she did something innocent, say, like just openin' the fuckin' door?
It took everything he had last night just to walk out and leave her with just a swollen mouth.
But, fuck, that mouth. The feel of her in his arms. Her mouth on his.
Help me, he thought, totally meaning it as a prayer.
He had even had to use his fist on himself fuckin' twice before he could even think about sleep.
Part of it he knew was because he had seen her almost-naked and had the memories of her unclad curves. Her body was made for a man's hands with her pert, full breasts, deeply indented waist and round, quivering ass.
Even her smell, God, thinking about the aroma of her arousal could send him right over the edge.
Luckily, last night he only got the barest whiff of it or he would've come undone. Although, he almost had when she had innocently, hesitantly, taken over the kiss and used his own moves on him. Jake didn't think he had ever been kissed like that. In fact, he knew he hadn't.
He had left her knowing that she wanted him, that she would've spread herself for him if he had made the slightest move, had given the slightest indication.
And he wanted to, fuck,
how he wanted to.
But he meant what he said.
He really did want to go slow with her.
Although, he didn't know how long he was going to be able to hold the fuck out. Especially after catchin' her doin' her happy dance of joy. Over him. God, over him.
First time he'd done this, a second date. But then, on second thought, he hadn't really been on that many first dates either. Trollin' had been his style, walkin' through a club, any club and takin' his pick of any female that he found appealin', that caught his fancy.
And they never said no.
But they were never around when he woke up the next day as either he left her place or made goddamn sure that she vacated his place at the earliest possible moment when the festivities were through.
But he wanted a second date with Caitlin. Just wanted to be with her.
"This place really has the best burgers in town?" Caitlin asked as she looked around the diner attached to Greatway Lanes, the local bowling alley.
"Best I've tasted. Noisy as hell but…" Jake shrugged.
Their conversation didn't flow like it had the night before.
Both of them were too aware of each other, their eyes catching and skidding away only to come back to catch again. Jake found himself watching her movements, the way she gestured when she talked, how she fiddled with the paper placemat and the cutlery still wrapped in its napkin when she paused to think before answering.
She had worn her hair in a ponytail tonight and Jake wanted to release it, run his hand through the length of it, feel the heavy slide of it through his fingers. The casual touches of yesterday were gone as well. Every graze of their fingers, even just innocently bumping shoulders, seemed to stall their words.
He probably shouldn't have sat next to her like he had last night but he wanted her near, close. He tried putting an arm on the back of the booth and a blush moved up her face.
Christ, he knew exactly where on her body her blushes were first visible and he wanted, needed to place his lips there.
Caitlin leaned closer, tucking her shoulder under his arm while whispering, "Are you as uncomfortable as I am?"
Jake turned his head and tucked his chin to press his forehead against hers.
"Sure am, pretty girl."
"Good," she announced.
"Good?"
"Sure. Haven't you ever heard that misery loves company?" Her lips played with a smile.
Jake dropped his arm from the back of the booth to lay it across her shoulders. "You miserable, Cait?"
She seemed to take a minute and a deep breath before she spoke.
"No, not miserable," her head gently moved side to side, her forehead sliding against his to add emphasis to her words. She kept her head in contact with his, moving the side of her head, her cheek skimming his before reaching until her mouth touched his ear.
"I can't wait to be with you, Jake," she breathed.
Holy fuck! Now what was he supposed to do?
Their eyes captured and fused as his fingers moved and slowly pulled the elastic from her hair, allowing it the freedom to fall to her shoulders, down her back, and through his fingers. Jake felt his breathe catch at her gasp as he worked his fingers underneath its heavy fall to touch, stroke and felt the resounding pulse in his groin. He watched as she slowly closed her eyes and pressed her head back against his hand.
"Caitlin? Hey, honey, I thought it was you."
Caitlin poked her head around Jake and found Marianne standing at the counter. "Hey, Marianne, what's going on?"
Jake didn't know how he knew the cute blonde waving at Caitlin, but he knew her from somewhere, at some time. She turned back to the counter to place her order and sauntered over to the table.
"You guys having fun?" She asked her eyes on Caitlin, before moving to Jake as she leaned against the banquette. "Hi, Mr. Stanton."
"You know each other?" Caitlin asked glancing first at Jake and then at Marianne.
"He owns the accounting firm where I work," Marianne explained.
Ah, so that's how he knew her. Jake let out an inaudible sigh, happy that he only knew her in a business sense.
"You two going to bowl, or what?" Marianne asked. Her knowledge of Jake Stanton's personal life was nil. "We've got a little competition going that's three on three but we can add fourths if you guys are interested."
Jake's turned back to Caitlin again with the one eyebrow raised. "Your choice, babe."
"Think we'll pass," Caitlin said to Marianne, but her eyes were caught on Jake's. "Maybe another time."
"Wise decision. None of us bowled over a hundred the first game," Marianne admitted on a laugh. She turned back towards the counter. "My orders up. Got to go before the natives get restless!"
As soon as Marianne left, their orders of burgers and fries were ready and Jake sauntered up to the counter to get them.
He was right.
That was the best burger Cait had ever tasted.
The windows were completely covered in steam from the hot and heavy breathing in Jake's car, parked on the street outside Cait's apartment. They had been at it for a good twenty minutes and Jake was sure that their body temperatures had contributed to the fog of his now opaque car windows.
"Okay, pretty girl. Know you like playing follow the leader." Jake's voice was a gruff, panting, heavy whisper. "We'll alternate moves. I'll do something to you and you do the same thing back, yeah?"
"Wha'?" Caitlin's eyes were at half-mast and her breathing was heavy and deep. His girl was too excited to listen to him, to understand what he was saying.
When the kissing first started, they were each in their own seats. But unlike the night before, the kisses were anything but slow right from the get-go. They were hungry. Their mouths came together with heat; deep, wet, seeking, finding. Their hands clutched, pulled, releasing then grabbing to get closer, closest.
From the time he had cut the ignition and she had turned towards him, their mouths had fused and had refused to let go. Never stopping their tongue play for even a second, neither one of them was aware of Jake snagging Cait by her arm-pits and pulling her across the console to straddle his lap.
But Jake needed to slow things down. He didn't want their first time to be in a car. There were too many memories of his sex conquests from high school done in a car to make this special with her. For her.
But, he fuckin' wanted her, to sink himself root deep inside her.
He needed to cool things off, get back in his head instead zeroing in on getting into her body.
But, fuck, her body.
Her knees and thighs were hugging him tightly as she straddled him. Her breasts were glued to his chest and the little movements of her hips bucking, of rubbing against the fullness in his groin was driving him crazy.
And the sounds, oh God, the sexy little mewls when her rubbing connected to what he knew was her sweet spot.
His hands were on her ass, gripping her firm cheeks. It was all he could do not to pull her harder against him. To shove his hips upward and let the seam of her jeans provide the friction to send her over the edge. But he didn't want her jeans to give her relief. If Caitlin was gonna come then, by God, it would come from his fingers, his cock or his mouth and not a fuckin' seam.
But, at the moment, Jake wasn't sure that he could control himself enough to give her what she needed.
"Okay, here's how its gonna go," Jake continued his hands moving from her hips to capture her face. "Gonna do a move. When I stop, I want you to do the same move on me. Got it?"
"Do the same on you?" Jake heard her breathy voice repeat and felt it reverberate in his dick.
"Ready?"
"God, Jake," Caitlin moaned.
He was gonna take that as a 'yes'.
Jake brought his lips to the soft sensitive spot on her neck, right beneath her earlobe. He kissed it lightly, moving his kisses down her neck. As soon as his mouth reached her shoulder, he immediately used his tongue to lick back up her neck in one continuous, wet
motion. He finished with a slow circle of his tongue on the spot he started on sucking lightly.
He pulled back in a silent request to her, to follow his lead.
But his voice stuck as he looked at her in the shimmering light coming through the fogged windows.
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