by Vicky Owen
‘Are you coming back to mine?’ I ask. My boldness takes me by surprise. Perhaps I’m a bit more than tipsy.
‘Nope.’ He doesn’t let go of my hand.
‘Oh.’ He doesn’t want me. Somehow it doesn’t hurt as much when there’s alcohol in your body.
‘You were complaining a moment ago that they didn’t have any chocolate desserts. I’m taking you for dessert.’
‘Oh. Yay!’ Okay, this sounds good.
‘You definitely have a problem,’ he smirks.
Problem? I look up at him, confused.
Oh no. Because I’m drunk. Or, worse, because I asked him back to mine. He thinks I’m a raging alcoholic, obsessed with sex. And he doesn’t even want to come back to my place. He said no already.
‘Yes,’ he smirks. ‘You’re a total chocoholic.’
Oh. He meant dessert. A relieved grin spreads across my face. ‘Yep.’
I’m fucking paranoid, and it’s not just the alcohol. I need to relax.
He pulls his mobile out of his pocket and dials a number. As he talks to whoever picks up on the other end of the line, I sink back into my seat and look at him. His voice…I’m not even listening to the words. Just the sound.
I need to kiss him.
I’m going to kiss him, announces a voice in my head.I think she’s called Amaretto. Just as soon as he hangs up.
‘Just here,’ Jake says to the driver, interrupting my carefully-laid, spur-of-the-moment plan. He ends the call and the car comes to a stop. The driver is opening my door, ruining this non-moment.
We’re in an entirely different part of town. There’s a small café in front of me as Jake joins me, taking my hand and walking us in.
Cake Love. I’ve never even seen this place before.
It’s dark inside. Intimate, even. Jake signals to someone and we seat ourselves in a secluded, semi-circular booth in the back corner of the café. Almost before we’re seated, a member of staff comes over and double-checks who we are—well, who Jake is—before assuring us that our dessert will be with us shortly.
When he leaves, I turn to Jake. ‘But we haven’t ordered anything yet?’
‘I called ahead in the car. You were right next to me.’
‘Oh. Wait, what did you order? What if I don’t like it?’
‘You will. In fact’—he reaches over, grabs one of the menus propped up in the middle of the table and opens it in front of us, shifting so that he’s sitting closer to me—‘why don’t you tell me what you would have ordered, and we can see how I did.’ He’s looking so smug, like he couldn’t possibly have got it wrong. We’ll see about that.
‘Fine.’ The menu is thick. There are cakes, pancakes, waffles, doughnuts, brownies…just endless, delicious-looking combinations of sugar and fat. Page after page of sweet, creamy goodness.
Someone brings us drinks while I continue to look.
‘Water?’ I ask, looking at the glass in front of me. I want more Amaretto Sours. Do they even do Amaretto Sours here? I look around for a drinks menu.
‘Yeah. Trying to sober you up a bit.’
‘I am totally sober!’ I’m clearly not. If anything, I’m more intoxicated than when we left that sushi place. What was it called again? Sushi Bowl?
‘Uh huh,’ he says, raising an eyebrow. ‘Well, I don’t want you using drunkenness as an excuse when we get back to mine and I kick your ass at Crash Team Racing.’
We’re going back to his.
Wait. ‘You’ve still got your PS One?’
‘Of course. And all the others.’ He takes a sip of water and nods towards the menu under my hands. ‘Found a dessert yet?’
‘Including the Mega Drive?’
He nods and leans in, lowering his voice. ‘And just like when we were kids, I’m going to crush you.’ He smells so good. ‘Now, c’mon, dessert. Tell me.’
I look up at him and I realise how badly I want him. Way more than dessert. I desperately want to reach up and run my hands through his dark hair, pulling him towards me and pressing my lips against his. I could just do it now, I think. Here, in this dark quiet corner of this dark quiet café…
I’m still lost in thoughts of Jake’s lips against mine when someone approaches. ‘Soufflé?’
Jake nods in my direction and a large chocolate soufflé is placed in front of me, along with a spoon. The person leaves.
‘Oh wow.’ It looks so perfect that I almost don’t want to eat it, but I’ve never had soufflé before. I pick up the spoon and allow it to hover over the ramekin—the puffed chocolatey head, dusted with icing sugar—for a moment.
Jake nudges me. ‘What are you waiting for? It smells so good.’
It does. Though not as good as him, of course.
I give in and break the surface. The inside is gooey and melted, and it tastes every bit as good as it looks. I close my eyes, the better to savour this first spoonful.
Jake laughs. ‘So was my choice a good one?’
I take another spoonful, purposely ignoring him. Not giving him the satisfaction of being right.
‘Slow down,’ he says. ‘I want to enjoy this.’
I swallow another delicious mouthful. ‘Watching me eat?’
He tilts his head. ‘That and proving you wrong.’
Damn him. ‘Maybe,’ I say, slowly scooping up another spoonful, ‘I’m just being polite.’
More laughter. ‘Yeah, right.’
I take another bite. Oh God, this is so good. I’m really annoyed with him for being so right.
‘You’re getting chocolate all over your mouth,’ he leans forward and gently—slowly—wipes the edge of my bottom lip with his thumb. I pause, unable to move, my heartbeat frozen, as he licks the smeared chocolate off his thumb. Never breaking eye contact.
I still haven’t kissed him.
‘Fuck it,’ he says, cupping my face with one hand and removing the spoon from my grip with the other.
His thumb is under my chin, tilting my lips up towards him.
‘I should have done this last time,’ he whispers before kissing me softly on my lips.
His fingers gently slide into my hair and I let myself sink into his kiss, parting my lips and putting my hands on his chest and shoulders. He presses harder against me, his tongue teasing my mouth, his other hand around my waist, pulling me closer. His lips are soft but firm against mine, and I don’t want it to end. My insides flip as my brain starts to engage with what’s happening.
Jake is kissing me.
Jake. Me. Kissing.
All too soon he pulls back, his forehead resting gently against mine. Then he kisses me again, softly, before pulling away.
Okay, so it’s definitely a date this time.
My appetite for chocolate has evaporated entirely.
‘C’mon,’ he says, taking my hand in his and pulling me out of the booth, ‘let’s get out of here.’
THE RIDE TO Jake’s place is torturous. He doesn’t kiss me, but I am uncomfortably aware of the wetness between my thighs as he plays with my fingers in the backseat. I’ve never become so turned on so fast—I’m worried about what he’s going to think of me.
Desperate. Uncontrollable. Uncool.
I’ve definitely sobered up a bit, but my drunkenness has been replaced by intense arousal. I do my best to relax. To calm myself. But before I know it the car is slowing, stopping, and the door is opening and we’re outside Jake’s house. He leads us to the front door as the Bentley leaves.
He twists a key in the lock and I follow him in as he flicks on some gentle lighting.
‘So,’ I say, trying to buy my body some time to calm down, ‘Playstation?’
He looks at me, frowning. ‘You want to play Playstation?’
My heart is thudding and the ache between my legs is growing. He’s so tall. So hot. Way too hot for me. He could have anyone. ‘Not really,’ I say, quietly. Nervously. Christ, I’m so wet.
‘Good,’ he says, tossing his keys on the sofa before adding, ‘because I’
d much rather play you.’ Suddenly he grabs me and picks me up. He kisses me hard and I grip his waist with my legs as he carries me up the stairs, entwining my fingers with the hair near the nape of his neck. It feels so normal, so natural, but it’s all new and I know, even with those last few drops of amaretto still softening my senses, that it will change everything.
Low light suddenly surrounds me, and Jake is lowering me backwards onto his bed. ‘Is this definitely what you want?’ he asks softly.
I nod, not entirely sure what’s coming next. It doesn’t even matter any more. I need him no matter the consequences.
He kisses my neck, my ear—little kisses, slowly travelling down towards my collar bone, one hand in the gap beneath my lower back. For a brief moment I wonder where his other hand is, but this question is answered by the loosening of my jeans. He pulls back, resting on his knees as he slowly eases the jeans down my legs, peeling them back, revealing my thighs. Panic surges in me as his eyes wash over me. He’s probably used to perfect girls with long, slim legs, but he says nothing. I can feel my cheeks reddening as he looks at my panties and bites his lip. So hot. I’m not wearing anything special—just blue boy shorts—but his eyes are transfixed as the jeans come off, along with my boots.
A moment passes. Is there something wrong? Then I remember…oh God.
He can see how wet I am.
I can’t take my eyes off him as I wait for a reaction. I almost expect him to laugh at how pathetic I am, but instead he reaches over and traces a finger along the centre of the crotch of my panties. Bottom to top. His touch is light and barely perceptible, but it sends a jolt of electricity right through me and I gasp.
He raises an eyebrow and half-grins at me, clearly satisfied with the effect he’s having. My breathing quickens as he eases his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs. Tossing them aside, he hooks his arms underneath my thighs and pulls my pelvis to his face. I bite down hard on my lip, trying to keep myself from gasping again, but the effect of his mouth making contact with my clitoris is too much and I can’t prevent a small cry escaping me.
My fingers grip the bed sheet, the thick duvet, as he settles into a steady rhythm of teasing me with his lips and tongue. I try hard to relax but I can’t. My thighs tighten against him as one of his hands settles on my lower belly. I worry I’m suffocating him, crushing him with my thick thighs, but it only seems to make him more eager.
My brain struggles to process the fact that Jake is between my legs. It’s too much, and despite the ache inside me—the desperate need for him to be inside me—I feel myself climbing higher and higher, getting closer and closer. Eventually, I can’t hold on any more and I fall over the edge, tumbling down in wave after wave of sheer bliss. I come harder than I’ve ever come before, and Jake doesn’t stop until I’ve stopped.
It’s not enough. I need more. I need him.
He’s already standing, removing his shirt as I open my eyes and look up at him. Holy crap. Jake was always athletic. Always fit. But I’ve never seen him like this.
Then he removes his jeans.
And his shorts.
And I bite my lip and the sight of him.
Thick.
Hard.
He unrolls a condom and then he’s above me.
‘Was that good?’ he whispers into my hair.
‘Yes,’ I say back, my voice barely a breath. But I need more.
‘Take off your top,’ he says in a low voice.
I start to comply, but then I remember my push-up bra. I hesitate for a moment, scared I’ll be a huge disappointment without it.
‘What’s wrong? He asks.
‘I…’ I wonder how to say this without sounding ridiculous. ‘I’m wearing a push-up bra.’
‘Well, obviously,’ he says.
I frown, slightly miffed at his flippancy.
‘And they look good,’ he adds, ‘but I bet they look even better without it. Show me.’
I wriggle out of my top and bra, not entirely sure he has a clue what he’s talking about, until I’m completely naked beneath him.
He looks at my chest for a moment before looking back at me.
’Perfect.’
And then he’s upon me, taking my right nipple between his lips. Oh God. No one has ever paid my nipples any attention before, and it’s a thousand times better than anything I feel when I touch them myself. His tongue plays with the hard tip while his hand teases its counterpart on the left. Then he swaps over. He’s making me even wetter and I need him now.
‘Jake, please…’
He pulls back and looks into my eyes and I instinctively reach down and find him, taking him into my hand, feeling the measure of him in my grasp. His eyes roll back slightly, and he groans as I guide him home. As I take his full length into me, I clamp my lips together in an effort to at least dampen the moan that rushes out.
‘Cerys. Fuck…’ He kisses my earlobe and pushes deeper, harder into me.
Yes, this is what I need.
What I’ve been needing since I woke up in this bed weeks ago.
What I’ve been needing since college.
I wrap my left leg around him and use my right to help me push back into him, bucking my hips against his. His lips move to my neck as my left hand rakes down his back and the fingers of my right hand grip at his hair.
‘Oh…yes,’ I whisper, as his pace increases. Harder. Deeper. Easing the aching inside me. I’m building again, and more quickly this time. My body climaxes just before Jake’s, and I can feel myself tightening around him, hard and fast as his body shudders with orgasm on top of me.
Then he’s relaxing again. Kissing me.
I fall asleep in his bed.
In his arms.
Jake
THE LIGHT WAKES me. The light and the smell of orange blossoms.
Cerys.
We’re in my bed, and she’s in my arms.
My little spoon.
And I’m hard.
I pull her closer to me, taking in the scent of her hair, wrapping my arm tight around her waist. I’m not usually one to spend the night with a woman. But this is Cerys.
She was so wet last night. Fuck, it was hot.
For a while I just hold her, growing ever more turned on, until she stirs. I shift my head slightly to kiss her neck and she groans softly, shifting to expose more of her skin to me. I continue to kiss. Light kisses on her neck, down to her shoulders, up to her ear, and she pushes back against my with her ass.
Pushing back against my cock.
Gently grinding against me as I kiss her.
Making me throb for her.
She turns around to face me and reaches up, pulling me down by my hair and pressing her gorgeous soft lips against mine. Her tongue explores my mouth, and I notice that she still tastes a little of chocolate.
I want to taste her again.
I push her onto her back and start kissing down her body, lingering for a while to play with her perfect tits before brushing my lips further down her belly.
She opens her legs for me as I edge closer to her cunt and I bury my head between her thighs, breathing in her scent. God she smells good.
I remember her tasting good, too. I lean back and kiss her inner thighs softly, looking up at her. Her eyes are closed and she’s biting her lip, moaning softly with each kiss, pushing her pelvis up towards me. When I can’t take it any more, I tease her apart with my fingers. She’s already dripping wet, and her clit is swollen and needy. I slowly lick her as lightly as possible and feel her body convulse in response.
Good.
I lick harder, this time taking my fingers and teasing the edge of her cunt for a while, waiting until I can feel that she’s close. As her legs start to squeeze against me I sink two fingers deep inside her and she suddenly comes, hard and long, tightening against my fingers. I lick harder and faster in response to her cries and hold her down as she bucks up against me.
As she slows, I slow with her.
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My cock is throbbing with need as I pull away. She looks down at me and bites her lip. ‘Hey you,’ she smiles, her chest flushed red. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I have to have her. ‘Come with me,’ I say, pulling her to the edge of the bed by her legs as she squeals and laughs. I pull her to standing with her arms and she looks down shyly as I take in her body. Then I realise she’s not looking at the floor. She’s looking at my cock, hard and erect. For her. ‘Shower?’
She looks up, wide-eyed. Nodding.
I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom, with its huge, half-open, free-standing shower. She nervously bites her thumb as I turn the water on before reaching back to pull her in.
As the hot water washes over us I lean down and kiss her, letting my hands explore every curve on her wet, slippery body. Now.
I remember that I have some condoms in here, and I goto grab them from the cabinet under the sink but Cerys stops me from leaving. Saying nothing, she pulls me back under the shower and lowers herself to her knees.
Fuck.
‘I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you naked last night,’ she says, looking up at me with her gorgeous blue-green eyes, gripping the base of my cock with one hand. She reaches the other hand around to my ass and pulls me closer before taking me between her soft, pink lips.
‘Oh…fuck.’ I let my head fall back as she takes my full length into her mouth. I play softly with her hair as she moves faster.
Damn, she gives good head.
And she seems to be enjoying this just as much as I am. Her moans echo off the tiles, muffled only slightly by the sound of running water, and she grips harder, pulling me closer and deeper into her until I can’t hold on any longer.
‘Cerys, I…’ I come hard and fast into her mouth. She doesn’t stop until I’m done.
Cerys
‘PANCAKES?’
Jake’s hair is still wet from the shower as I enter the kitchen. I pause for a moment, mesmerised by how good he looks in a simple white t-shirt and jeans. I can’t believe what we did. What he did. What I did to him.
He’s looking at me, waiting for an answer.
‘Yeah. Please. They smell good. Anything I can do?’
