True North

by Allie Juliette Mousseau

  I was delirious, but managed to nod.

  He pulled the fabric down and off and moved my legs apart again.

  “You’re so perfect, so beautiful, and you saved it all for me.”

  “Jake,” I groaned. His slowness was killing me. I knew what he was getting to. I ran my fingers over his military cut hair and massaged his scalp.

  He slid his fingers between my legs stroking the nerves that were engorged with fiery lava.

  “Oh my God, Livie, you make my stomach drop into my dick, you’re so hot.”

  I closed my eyes as the weight of his words hit me hard right underneath where his fingers stroked me. I rolled my hips into his hand.

  He growled, “Oh fuck!”

  The sound of his voice made me moan as I tilted my head back and angled my body as an offering to him.

  Jake grabbed the fleshy curve of my hips and brought me into his mouth. I could feel the heat of his breath hovering just above my sex, then his soft, wet tongue swiped through my core, making me jump a little as it stroked over my clit.

  I gasped.

  Sheer ecstasy and self-consciousness waged a mini-war as his gorgeous face was down between my legs.

  “Baby … just let go.” His eyes held fast onto mine as he separated me with his tongue again.

  I cried out, “Oh my God! Oh, Jake!”

  “That’s right, beautiful,” he cooed.

  He worked his lips and tongue over my sex like he did when he took my mouth—just like when he was kissing me. It was as if he’d ignited a flamethrower, and heat flowed throughout my entire body, rushing to my center. Every nerve in me tensed with a powerful explosive energy that consumed me. I moaned and found my hips moving to the rhythm of Jake’s perfect mouth.

  “Your taste is the most amazing aphrodisiac. It’s making me fucking drunk.” His voice was rough.

  I felt around his jaw to his mouth. I wanted to feel his tongue and what it was doing to me with my fingers.

  “Mmm …” he hummed against me, sending an intense vibration coursing through every hyper-aroused nerve in my sex.

  “You’re my everything, Livie.”

  A half scream came through my teeth, but I stifled it.

  I had touched myself plenty of times, but nothing compared to the wet, raw heat and voice of the man I adored. His ministrations were making me wild, and I felt like I was about to leap from a very high cliff.

  But before I did, he added another sensation as he sunk his strong finger inside of me, still sucking on my clit.

  A scream tore from my lungs as my legs shook with an earthquake.

  “I’m going to take you there now, Olivia.” His deep voice was husky with arousal. “Tell me you’re ready and you want me to.”

  “Please,” I panted. It was all I could manage.

  “Say my name, princess.”

  “Aaahh,” I moaned. I was so close as his finger thrust in and out, massaging my inner walls. But he was waiting for his name before he brought his perfect mouth back to where I desperately needed it to be.

  “JAKE!”

  He dove against me and lit me with fever. Every moment culminated in this one. As I soared over the edge of my climax, he held me fast to him so I couldn’t wiggle free. Trapped in his arms and against his tongue, the orgasm continued on, causing gravity to snap loose as I plummeted into euphoria.

  Chapter 16

  “Kashmir”

  Led Zeppelin

  “You’re fucking amazing, Livie!” Jake exclaimed as he lifted himself over me and smashed his glistening lips, wet with my own arousal, into mine. His tongue swept through my mouth, winding me up further for what I knew was coming next.

  “Feel what you do to me.” He took my hand and gently laid it over his long thickness, which bulged underneath his briefs. His head fell back and his eyes rolled into his head. “Oh, Liv.”

  My own curiosity bloomed and I desired to touch his flesh. I reached under his waistband and put the heat of him in my hands. He groaned as I let my fingers discover his rigid length and the curve of his neck and head.

  “Enough of that.” Jake pulled from my grasp. “I won’t last with your pretty fingers around me.”

  He moved his hips so they were aligned with my inner thighs. The press of him made me crazy. Jake put his hand between us, gripped his shaft and slid the tip through my folds.

  “You’re so wet. I can’t wait to sink deep inside of you.”

  “Do it!” I begged.

  A thick sound came through his throat. “Your choice, love. You’ve never been with anyone and I’ve been tested overkill through the Army. Do you want me to use a condom?”

  Jake was no stranger and I trusted his disclosure. I’d been on the pill for a couple of years to regulate my cycle, so no fear there. “I want to feel you, Jake. I want all of you. No barriers, no walls,” I assured.

  He replied huskily, “Then you’ll be my first time too.”

  Jake had never had sex without a condom. I looked up at him and couldn’t disguise my exuberant smile. I was beyond thrilled!

  He smiled so lovingly. “It’s perfect. And I make this commitment to you, Olivia Morrisey, to be faithful to you wholly—body, spirit and soul.”

  He slid the head of his shaft into my waiting center. There was no other sensation like it. He inched in slowly, spreading me open. I shuddered and felt my muscles contract around him, squeezing him.

  “Holy fuck, Livie!” He stared at me through hooded eyes.

  I wanted to touch his hips or his arms or his face, but I was locked into place as he worked himself deeper inside of me. I was falling apart. A guttural, animalistic sound ripped through my teeth. It didn’t even sound like me.

  He must have thought he’d hurt me because he slowed his pace. I knew there was more and he wasn’t giving it to me. He was being too gentle, too careful. But my pulsing core was like mercury rising through a thermometer!

  “Don’t hold back, Jake. I want all of you,” I pleaded.

  His eyes never left mine as he scooped my leg under his arm and brought it up higher off the bed. He pressed in, soothing my desperate ache while even in the same motion creating a rushing wildfire with no boundaries.

  I arched my back, driving him deeper inside. As my body swallowed him, I cried out as the line between pain and pleasure blurred. The break set me in motion as I caught his hip bones in my hands.

  “More, Jake … please, more.” My breathing rhythm was shot to hell as I teetered on the brink of hyperventilation under Jake’s grinding.

  “Jesus Christ! You’re gonna make me lose it!” he gasped.

  “Lose it!” I called out. I wanted to be the one to make that happen.

  He lifted my other leg and took me with powerful, unrestrained thrusts. I screamed as the orgasm he was fueling from my sex tore through my body like coursing waves. Goose bumps prickled my skin and the dam broke loose. His name burst from my lips.

  The most beautiful expression crossed his face, and he grinded into me as my walls remained tense and I felt his hardness pulse inside me.

  A moment later he dropped to his elbow and kissed me. “Better than a thousand imaginings. I love you, Liv.”

  “I love you, Jake. I’ve always loved you.”

  He held me securely in the crook of his arm as I traced the lines of the fire and smoke and me as his goddess and knew without doubt that he had always loved me back.

  I woke up and stretched. I thought about opening my eyes and wondered, if I did would yesterday all have been some glorious dream? Instead, I let my hand feel around next to me. Okay, first good thing, I wasn’t in my own twin sized dorm bed.

  Big sigh of relief, people!

  But I also didn’t feel Jake. What my fingers did find was a piece of paper and my mp3 player. My heart soared at the prospect of another music message.

  I opened my eyes and rolled over. The paper read, “Play me.” With an arrow pointing to the player. “Then flip.”

  I put in the e
arbuds and pushed play. The music started. On the flip side of the paper were the lyrics to Crossfade’s “Invincible.”

  I fell back into my pillow and savored each word. I was glad that I was the one who had broken through Jake’s invincibility.

  “Jake,” I called.

  No response.

  I wrapped the black silky sheet around me and skipped out into the living room. No Jake.

  I went to the fridge. I laughed when I opened it. It was empty except for the leftover Chinese food from last night and custom beer.

  “I’m surprised he can survive on his own at all,” I murmured.

  “Me too.”

  I screamed.

  “CHILL! It’s only me.” He started laughing.

  “Yeah funny.” I said, slapping him in the arm.

  He leaned in and stole a kiss. “I needed to bring us sustenance. Fresh bagels, cream cheese, yogurt and fruit.” He set the bags on the kitchen table, eyed me and said, “I like your dress. Can I take it off?”

  “Two bites of nourishment and I’m all yours.” I winked as I ripped apart a sesame bagel and bit into the fleshy dough. “I loved the Crossfade song.”

  A proud smile lit his face. “I meant every word. I don’t think I could survive this life without you.” He sliced a poppyseed bagel, snagged mine out of my hand, sliced it too and spread cream cheese over it. When I reached for it he ordered, “Wait!” He went to the cupboard and pulled out a bear-shaped bottle of honey and drizzled it over the bagels. “Now.” He picked up mine and held it to my lips.

  “You remembered my favorite kind,” I flirted.

  “I remember everything about you, Livie.” I took a bite of the bagel, and the honey and cream cheese, which he’d put way too much of on, smeared over my lips. My hand automatically lifted to clear the mess. But before I could manage it, Jake dropped the bagel back to the plate, grabbed my face in his hands and began licking my lips.

  My breath quickened, and he used his lips and teeth to tug at each of my lips, cleaning them thoroughly.

  I leaned into him and moaned, desire pooling between my legs.

  “Fuck breakfast.” He shoved the bags and plate onto the chair. “I can’t wait.”

  He laid me back on the table and unwrapped the sheet like it was wrapping paper. As he looked over my already needy body, his gaze made me curl my hips.

  He smiled deviously. “Ah … I got an idea from the other night when you were covered with paint.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That I’m going to have to find edible paints,” he said suggestively. “But until then …” He dipped his fingers in the blueberry yogurt and swirled it from my neck, down to my breasts and around the tips and over my belly.

  “Oh my God!”

  “Oh my, yes!” He came up over me and licked and lapped at the sweet yogurt he’d streaked on me like finger paints. By the time he was satisfied with his clean-up job on my nipples and breasts, I was crying out.

  He was taking so long, savoring each swish of his tongue. In my own fire-alarm emergency I reached my fingers to my most burning, intimate place. When he saw what I was doing he stopped momentarily to watch.

  Self-conscious, I stopped and blushed.

  “Don’t stop, I want to watch,” Jake almost begged.

  I continued to put on the show, but embarrassment had me close to chickening out. I threw my arm over my head and eyes to shield my … freaked-out-ness. But I certainly wasn’t ashamed, and I wanted to please Jake in every way possible.

  “I’m going to fucking explode.” He took my hand and brought my wet fingers to his lips and sucked on each one. “Oh, God, you taste so sweet. It’s my turn now.” He lowered his mouth over me again and licked at the soaked, sensitive flesh until I was screaming his name, riding out another powerful climax.

  “Holy hell, that was one satisfying breakfast.” His voice was like low thunder as he quickly unfastened his belt and pants and kicked out of them, hoisted me off the table, and carried me until I felt the living room wall against my back.

  I felt the pressure of his erection rubbing against my softness, looking for permission. I licked the salt from his neck and darted my tongue in and around his ear. He got my ass in his hands, maneuvered me just right, and speared his hardness inside of me all at once.

  “Fuck me!” I cried.

  I didn’t mean to talk “dirty,” it was purely a reaction to his body in mine today—all pleasure, no pain. The sensation was mind-blowing.

  He bucked his hips like his life depended on it and came with a shout.

  When his body calmed he exclaimed with mock shock, “Olivia Josephine Morrisey!”

  “It just … slipped out!” I laughed.

  “I love my bad, good girl.” He kissed me tenderly, then carried me back to the table and wrapped me back up with the sheet. He set my plate back in front of me. “Now you may finish eating, Your Highness.”

  Chapter 17

  “Savin’ Me”

  Nickelback

  The rest of the day was pure perfection. Jake called his family and spent over an hour talking to everyone, calming their fears and reassuring them of his safety. He talked to Nate about his intentions towards me and threw around the words forever and always. Nate was satisfied and told me he was happy the two of us were together. Most of the time while he was talking I was chatting it up with Jules from my cell in the bedroom. She told me she knew it all along, and that it had only been a matter of time. I told her she was full of shit, but that I loved her for it. She hadn’t mentioned Nate so I figured he was being … well, Nate.

  “Okay, gorgeous, do you have any homework?” Jake asked.

  “Oh shit!” I cried. “I have a math paper due tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Do you still suck at math?”

  “Yep. You still awesome at it?”

  “Yep. Get it out. I’ll help you with it.”

  I got my backpack in a stupor. I am staying at Jake’s apartment that he got specifically to be close to me, I have spent the weekend having the most incredible sex ever with Jake, and Jake and I are going to work on my homework assignment together. And … it felt SO natural. Like it had always been like this and the lost pieces of a beloved puzzle had been found and put back together again.

  We finished the math paper relatively quickly—as bad as it was, I let him do my homework for me. I paid in kisses, and it was so worth it. We made love again and again, and later ordered out for pizza and watched Supernatural.

  “It’s getting late. I should go back to the dorm,” I suggested.

  “Don’t go, stay with me.” Jake curled his arm around mine as if to anchor me. “I’ll get you to school on time in the morning then you can drive back when your classes are finished for the day.”

  I had to play a little hard to get. “Okay, I’ll stay.” So much for that first thought. His brown eyes did it to me every time.

  “Excellent decision.” He kissed me and then got up and went into the kitchen. “Do you want a beer?”

  “It’s almost ten o’clock, I’ll pass. I’ve got to get some sleep.”

  “Then I’ll pass too.” He came back, took my hand and we curled our bodies together under the blankets. “It’s been paradise having you here.”

  “Yeah it has,” I agreed.

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  The sun bit into my eyes. I tried to find a shady area to stretch my legs, but the entire entrance was bathed in its relentless glow. I desperately wanted a cigarette. The guy next to me was smoking, and I stood closer just to pull some of it into my lungs. I’d never smoked a cigarette in my life, but now it seemed like a necessity.

  What if I hadn’t forgotten that frigging textbook?

  The crying wanted to start again. I’d been sobbing for hours. The pain in my heart threatened to swallow me whole. Jake’s family would be here any minute. They were flying the private jet in.

  The agony threatened to annihilate me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. Co
uld only remember …

  “Hey, handsome, I let myself in,” I called out.

  Jake had made a key for me last week. I spent most of my time at the apartment anyway.

  It was around nine a.m. and I was in between classes. I’d slept at the dorm last night ‘cause I had an early exam. After class I realized I’d left my Lit book at Jake’s, along with my paper notes. I had to get it.

  “Jake?”

  No reply. I wondered where he would have gone. Maybe he ran out of coffee. My text and papers were there on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I scooped them into my arms and wondered if maybe he was taking a shower. Jake always woke up early like me. We’d even gotten into the habit of running together in the mornings if I’d stayed over.

  I walked through the bathroom and into the bedroom. Bed was an unmade disaster. It was unlike military Jake to leave it like that. But I shrugged it off and started to turn when something caught my eye—his foot on the floor sticking out from the other side of the bed.

  “Jake!” What the hell?

  The closer I got, the more the reality of the situation in front of me came into a bizarre, tunnel-like focus. Jake was flat on his stomach, in only his briefs. Next to him were a bottle of vodka and an almost empty bottle of prescription medication. Some of the pills were strewn next to him, so there was no way to tell exactly how many he’d taken.

  The air left my lungs and everything changed to black and white. In slow motion the book fell from my arms and the papers scattered over the floor around me. I dropped to my knees and crawled to his lifeless body.

  “JAKE!” I couldn’t tell if the sound came out or not, it was mute to my ears.

  I turned him over and shook him. “WAKE UP!”

  When that didn’t work I tried slapping his face. He didn’t rouse.

  Please be breathing. Tears pooled in my eyes, obscuring my vision. I pushed them back with every bit of gritty determination I could gather and set my fingers at his artery to feel for a pulse.

  I let loose a ragged breath. It was weak, but he was still alive.

  911 reacted fast. I had to convince myself over and over again that I wasn’t dreaming—that this wasn’t a nightmare concocted by an evil imagination. But if it were and I woke up, I’d have been forever grateful because this, in real life, would certainly kill me.