Hyde and Seek

by Layla Frost

  He softly kissed across my chest, the coarseness of his facial hair adding yet another maddening sensation as he brought his mouth to my other nipple.

  Every touch was a contradiction. With no way to know what was coming next, no rhythm to settle into, the sweet, unpredictable torture kept my mind and body on edge.

  I lifted my hips in anticipation as Jake’s hand lowered with ache inducing slowness.

  He tugged my garter. “Wear these for me?”

  “Yeah, you mentioned—” I started.

  His fingertips brushed against my wetness as he pushed my panties to the side and stole what limited ability I had to speak.

  “They look even hotter than I could’ve imagined. Which is why it’s so hard to do this.” He looped his fingers around the garter and pulled it down, taking my thigh highs and panties with it.

  I waited to feel shy. To have the urge to hide myself, or to feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. The feelings never came, and instead I spread my legs wider, needing more. The cool air hit my overheated body but did nothing to soothe me.

  Jake’s fingers went between my legs, leisurely gliding up over my clit then back down again in a slow torment. His mouth roamed down my jaw, neck, the base of my throat, my chest, and back up again.

  While he seemed content to drive me crazy, I arched my hips up, needing him to enter me.

  I’ve never felt so empty in my life.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally began to ease his long finger into me. My breath caught as he worked me while his tongue flicked across my nipple.

  Keeping his movements slow, he cautiously pressed a second finger in. He bit down on my nipple, the pleasurable sting helping to distract me from the pain of my body stretching to accommodate his fingers.

  As his mouth and fingers worked at me, I felt coiled tenseness grow. My hips began to undulate as I tried to find release.

  “Please, Jake, I need more. Harder. More,” I mindlessly begged.

  His groan vibrated against my nipple, his teeth tugging harder.

  I was close, and I was pretty sure I was going to die if I came. It was too much, too big, too intense.

  But I knew, without a doubt, I was going to die if I didn’t come soon.

  Jake put his thumb on my clit and applied just the right amount of pressure. Moving it in small circles, his fingers thrust shallowly in and out.

  White exploded behind my eyes as the tension broke and I came harder than I thought possible.

  I died. I must have. I’m a puddle of nothing. There’s no way I’m moving again. Ever.

  “God, baby, so wet, so tight.” Jake’s deep voice rumbled against my chest, his fingers gliding. He leaned back and the hard length of his cock pressed against my thigh.

  Hey, what do you know, I’m ready to move. More than ready.

  I need to.

  Now.

  “I want…” I started, losing focus as Jake’s mouth teased across my collarbone.

  “What do you want?” he whispered in my ear, pressing his lips to the side of my neck.

  “I need you in me.”

  “Fuck.” He sat back.

  My heart clenched as I watched him pull away.

  Shit. This is it. This is where his mood changes and he’s back to being an asshole. I’m never getting laid. It’s just me, my smut, and my showerhead.

  Instead of his face twisting in anger or disgust, Jake smiled sheepishly. “I have to go run to the car and grab… Well, the thing is, I didn’t want to assume. And I don’t bring girls here. So, I have to go to the car.” He bent to grab his jeans, almost tripping himself as he talked.

  The fact that he didn’t have a Costco sized box of Magnums within reach was surprising. It was even more shocking that he really didn’t bring girls here. Seeing Jake so uncharacteristically ruffled was what touched me most. It was charming, but also reassuring.

  I had no doubt I wanted him and this, but it helped to know he wanted me just as much.

  “Jake, well, I mean, I’m on the pill, so you know,” I blurted out.

  I’d been on the pill since I was sixteen as a precaution. Every time I went to pick up a new prescription I’d contemplate if I should even bother. I was happy I had. I knew how Jake felt about having kids, and I wanted him to know that there was an added layer of protection.

  “I was tested after my last thing ended and it’s only you. Do you get what I’m sayin’?”

  “Yeah,” I whispered, telling myself that the relief I felt at knowing he wasn’t going to be sleeping with anyone else was just about the safety aspect.

  Jake distracted me from deeper analysis when he continued, asking, “Do you trust me, Piper?”

  I nodded immediately.

  “Fuck, such sweetness.” Jake dropped his jeans back down and returned to the bed, positioning himself between my thighs.

  “You can still go get the condoms. I wasn’t telling you so you wouldn’t. I was just telling you so you’d know.”

  He fisted his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit. “I don’t want anything between us when I finally get to feel you. I’ve wanted this since I saw you at the shop, and haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you since. Strokin’ my dick in the shower just isn’t cuttin’ it, baby. But you tell me to stop, I will. Swear it. You sure?”

  I felt myself grow wetter at the mental image of him stroking himself. “I don’t think I’ve been surer of anything. Ever.”

  Jake gripped his cock and guided it into me.

  I spread my legs further, not feeling shy. Not feeling embarrassed.

  Just feeling him.

  My body stretched to accommodate him as he used short thrusts to ease in. The twinges of pain weren’t surprising, but they were there.

  “Want me to stop?” Jake asked, his concern evident as he paused his movements.

  “No. God, more, please,” I said breathlessly as I lifted my hips.

  When he began moving again, he pushed further until he was in all the way. He stopped, allowing my body to adjust as his eyes searched my face.

  It was indescribable, being so full, feeling so connected.

  “Mine,” Jake rumbled, as looking into my eyes. “You understand, baby?”

  I shook my head.

  “This pussy, squeezing’ my dick so tight, is mine. No one else’s. No one touches you but me. You’re mine, Piper. Got it?”

  I lifted my hips, urging him to move. My mind was so occupied with what my body was feeling that I barely processed a word he was saying.

  “Say it, Piper,” Jake demanded. He pushed his hips down to pin mine to the bed so I couldn’t move them.

  “I’m yours. Now, please, I need you.” I ended on a moan as Jake started moving.

  His shallow thrusts served only to tease and torment me. I tried to move against him again, urging him to go faster.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he grit out, his restraint etched on his face. His arm muscles were taut and shook with the effort to hold back.

  “You’re not and you won’t. But if you don’t give me more, I’m gonna hurt you,” I threatened as I dragged my nails down his back.

  “Fuck.” His pace increased, more force going into his thrusts.

  “Oh, God, finally.”

  Jake lowered his forearms to the bed, his body sliding against mine as he pushed into me. The hair on his chest was rough against my overly sensitive nipples and his pelvis rubbed against my clit.

  The angle took him deeper, hitting areas that I’d never experienced on my own with my Battery Operated Boyfriends.

  Jake pressed so deep, so fucking deep, into me.

  Even if I wanted to, there was no way I could’ve held back. My body tightened around him and then there was nothing but unimaginable pleasure as I came.

  The speed and power of Jake’s thrusts increased, and I knew the control he’d been holding onto was gone. His green eyes blazed into mine as his movements became more frenzied.

  “Oh God.” My hands, w
hich had been moving up and down his back and shoulders, became nails scoring as I felt another orgasm building inside of me.

  The books and movies did not do this justice.

  “Fuck.” Fisting one hand in my hair, his other held my hip down as he moved.

  Had he not been holding me, I’d have moved up the bed from the force.

  It. Felt. Glorious.

  “Harder. Please. Don’t stop,” I begged just before I came again.

  I wasn’t sure if I was wake the neighbors screaming or barely whispering. Beyond thought, my world was reduced to this moment, this wave I was riding. My moans were met with his as he came.

  As Jake dipped low to press light kisses to my face, I could feel his heart pounding against my palm. Our hands moved leisurely in a slow exploration of each other as we caught our breath.

  Just as his weight was becoming too much, he slid out of me and collapsed to his side.

  “You okay?” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.

  “I’m more than okay. So good, Jake, that felt so good.” I tilted my head and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

  “Stay the night.”

  “Just because we’ve fucked doesn’t mean I think I have to—”

  “You don’t have to, no. But you’re gonna.”

  “Fine,” I sighed like it was a hardship.

  Oh no, woe is me. I have to sleep next to a tall, built, sexy-as-sin man who I am now ninety-nine point nine percent sure is actually a sex god.

  Poor me.

  Reaching over, Jake turned the light off and pulled the covers over us. He stretched out on his back and pulled me so that my head was resting on his chest.

  I yawned as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

  “Sleep, babe.”

  “Okay, Mr. Bossy Pants,” I muttered as I snuggled into him.

  His fingers followed along the tattoo on my rib cage, going slowly as if to memorize the notes. Stilling, his breathing evened out when he fell asleep.

  Though I was exhausted, sleep was slow to find me. Middle of the night thought sessions were rarely a good thing. It was the time when I’d remember everything I forgot to do. Or when I’d think of everything I’d done but wished I could change.

  As I replayed the night, all I could think of was how perfect it’d been. I hadn’t been waiting for my Prince Charming or marriage. I just knew I wanted better than a hookup at a frat party or on some guy’s dirty futon.

  I wasn’t going to jump into something just for the, well, fuck of it.

  From what I’d heard, even with experience, the first time with someone new could still be an awkward disaster.

  I’d always expected my first time to be a catastrophe of epic proportions.

  What happened tonight surpassed anything I could’ve imagined, and I’d imagined it quite a bit. The Jake holding me tight in his bed was much better than the Jake that had been living in my fantasies, and that was definitely saying something.

  Breathing in the smell of Jake, the smell of us, I exhaled in a quiet rush. With a smile, I fell into a deep sleep.

  *******

  “Baby, I gotta take my shoes off.”

  “No, leave ‘em,” Jake grunted as he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in a move that would have left me tangled had I attempted it.

  Watching Jake do it, however, only left me close to panting as I enjoyed the view.

  My show improved when he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to free himself before dropping his body back down to mine.

  “I’ll go gentle next time. Gentler, at least. But I can’t right now.”

  “Don’t.” I rubbed my hands down his back, letting my nails drag. “You know how I like you, baby.”

  “Fuck, Piper, I need you. So bad. I’ve never needed anyone like I need you.”

  I knew he wasn’t just talking about sex. Had I repeated the words back to him, I wouldn’t have been, either.

  However, any thought other than feeling him left my mind when his hands moved up my thighs and he hooked his fingers into the gusset of my panties to pull them to the side. He fisted his cock in his other hand before positioning it at my entrance.

  I moved against him. “Please.”

  Going achingly slow, he pushed into me while his hands trailed down my legs. “Give me your feet, baby.”

  “What?”

  “Bend your knees.”

  When I did as he said, Jake gripped the heels of my shoes and bent my knees further back. The position lifted my ass slightly, changing the angle he entered me and the places he hit. Everything felt more intense and each inch felt bigger.

  And there were already a lot of big inches.

  “Christ, I can’t hold back.”

  “Don’t. Fuck me, please.”

  I knew he loved it when I begged, but even if he didn’t, I’d still do it. I couldn’t help it.

  His body moved just where I needed before I even knew that I needed it. I cried out as my orgasm hit fast and sudden.

  I knew what this was all about and that Jake was losing patience with me. In this way I’d let go, get wild, and come hard every time. I had no choice.

  And, call me crazy, I liked that.

  You’re crazy, perv.

  “My sweets, so fuckin’ perfect,” Jake whispered in my ear, his lips skimming my neck as his thrusts slowed.

  A moan of protest escaped me as he pulled out and sat back.

  Grabbing the sides of my panties, his eyes followed the progress as he slid them down my legs and tossed them over his head to land wherever. “On your hands and knees.”

  When I moved, Jake positioned himself behind me, his hands tenderly running down my sides before he gripped my hips. In one powerful motion, he entered me, lifting me off my knees. “You drive me crazy, Piper. So. Fuckin’. Crazy,” he grunted, his thrusts a staccato as he punctuated the words. He settled into an intense, continuous rhythm, building the tension in me. “Work your clit. Now.”

  “I can’t. Too much,” I panted. I could feel him so deep, filling me so full, and I knew I couldn’t handle anymore.

  I jumped when his hand came down on my ass, warmth radiating from where it landed, and my fingers went instantly to my clit. Not because he’d told me to, but because now I had to come again.

  His hand rubbed gently over my ass, continuing slowly up my spine and into my hair. He fisted it and turned my head to the side using just the right amount of pull.

  Just the right amount of everything.

  “I wanna see you. I love watchin’ your face,” Jake groaned as his speed increased.

  His words and the way he looked down at me were enough to send me over the edge. My pussy gripped and released him, greedy as always, as I came.

  “Mine.” His voice was thick as he found his release.

  Using his weight, Jake pushed me down on my belly and pinned me with his body, keeping us connected through the movement. The scruff on his jaw tickled as he nuzzled his face into my neck.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, a shiver running through me as his lips grazed my skin.

  “Okay,” I agreed as if he’d given me a choice.

  Jake moved to the side to grab the blanket, pulling it over us before stretching out next to me. He held me close, warming me in a way that no blanket ever could.

  I started to doze off when he murmured, “You’re gonna give me what I want. And soon. Now sleep.”

  “Okay,” I agreed, though in my mind it was only to the sleep part.

  Jake’s low chuckle traveled through me as he pressed a kiss behind my ear. “Smartass.”

  He so knows me.

  “Takes one to know one,” I whispered back before falling asleep.

  *******

  In the two and a half weeks since we’d gotten together, things with Jake had been going well. I’d expected there to be a steep learning curve on both of our parts, but our limited time together was awesome. Better than awesome, really.
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  Almost… perfect.

  Even though I’d never been happier, I still hadn’t fully let myself go. I should’ve known, like most everything else, that wouldn’t slip by Jake.

  Everything had come to a head when I’d stopped at the shop earlier that day to drop off cookies. I’d been in the break room talking to Key when Jake had come in.

  “Hey, I was just about to call you. Got a minute?” Jake asked.

  “Sure.” I said my goodbye to Key before following Jake into his office.

  “What’s up?” I asked after he closed the door.

  My question went unanswered as Jake walked to the front of his desk. Turning towards me, he leaned back against it and crossed his arms over his chest while his eyes searched my face.

  When his gaze shot to my hands and his body tensed, I realized I was twisting my ring on my thumb. I dropped my hand and tried to appear casual when Jake finally spoke.

  “What was up before was that I was hopin’ to convince you to fool around before you had to get back to work. What’s up now is I’m wonderin’ why half the time when I talk, you’re bracin’ like I’m about to tell you that your cat died?”

  “I don’t,” I denied.

  And lied.

  I totally did that. Not always consciously, but I did it.

  “Babe, you do.”

  “No. I don’t even have a cat,” I joked.

  “You can’t cute your way out of this.”

  “That’s not what I’m trying to do.”

  That’s soooo what I’m trying to do.

  “What’re you scared of?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You can’t even talk to me without doin’ that.” He dipped his head to where I was twirling the ring again. “Or somethin’ like it.”

  “That’s not entirely to do with our conversations, though.”

  “Then what is it entirely to do with?”

  “You.”

  “Me?” he asked in a rough, quiet voice as hurt slashed across his face.

  Realizing what I’d said and how he’d taken it, I rushed to explain.

  “You’re hot.” I watched as Jake’s eyes widened in surprise. “Like unbelievably, scorching hot. But you’re also smart and, despite what you say, sweet. You make me smile and laugh all the freakin’ time. Plus, you’re a total badass and that’s crazy sexy in and of itself. When you look at me like that,” I said, gesturing to his eyes that had gone more than their usual intense, “like you can see into my soul and you know all my secrets, I don’t know whether to hide or jump you.”