by Harlow James
Holy shit! Is Jake Calhoun my boyfriend? He said he wanted me to be his, but I don’t know if that’s what he was implying. Maybe that’s a conversation to be had later.
I’m flabbergasted as I contemplate that this is my life right now.
I arrive at his house just before six like he asked, checking my appearance one last time in my rearview mirror before exiting my little Honda Civic and walking up to his door. Jake’s condo is new and stylish, with a clean cut lawn and sidewalks lining the streets of his neighborhood. The dark brown trim compliments the tan stucco and the double-paned windows stretch across both stories of the house. He gave me the access code to the gate so I could get in the complex and instructed me where to park, right next to his truck.
I knock three times, fiddling with my hands in front of me while patiently waiting for him to answer the door. It only takes a minute before I hear the knob turn and I’m treated to the vision of Jake freshly showered and looking scrumptious in a charcoal grey shirt and dark blue jeans, barefoot and oh so delectable.
“Hi there, beautiful,” he greets me, pulling on my hand to usher me inside, quickly closing the door behind him. His hands find my face while he looks back and forth between my eyes with his baby blues.
“Hi, handsome,” I smile up at him, kissing him softly as we say hello with our lips. I run my hand through his still wet hair and the scruff on his jaw while I temp him with my mouth.
“Hmmm, you taste good,” I tease as we break apart, the aroma of our dinner hitting my nostrils once I settle into the space around me.
“I was just sampling dinner before you arrived. Come on… let me turn off the stove and then I’ll give you the tour.”
“That’s okay, we can eat first and tour later. I don’t want the food to get cold that you’ve been working so hard on.”
He laughs. “I had a little help with the food,” he winks, “But yeah, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
Jake plates us both a heaping pile of pasta with vegetables and a creamy red sauce that looks delicious, two bowls of salad, and a loaf of crusty bread to share. He leads me into his small dining room off the kitchen where a solid wood table is decked out in black place mats, burgundy cloth napkins, and a few small candles.
“Wow. Looks like someone went all out.” I admire his effort as I take my seat across from him.
“Only for you, gorgeous,” he says as he kisses my temple and sets down my food in front of me.
We eat and converse, sharing details about our day and his time on the road last week.
“This pasta is fantastic,” I mumble around a mouthful of food, taking a sip from the glass of white wine Jake poured me earlier.
“Thank you. Maria made the meat and veggies, but I boiled the pasta and made the sauce from scratch. I told you, I can cook when I want to,” he winks at me, striking a fire in my belly, deep down between my legs.
“I’m impressed.”
“That’s not the only thing I can do that’s impressive,” he states, staring at me with a heated gaze that makes me start to sweat, making my entire body flustered with anticipation. Is it time to get naked yet?
“I still think I’ll need to assess for myself, Mr. Calhoun,” I tease in my most seductive voice, watching him swallow hard and take a sip of his wine while his eyes never leave me.
“You ready for the tour yet?” He asks casually, as if the exchange between us for the last few minutes didn’t bother him at all. Then he stands and I catch an eyeful of the bulge between his legs, and I know for a fact, he was just as affected as I was.
He adjusts himself as he grabs our plates and takes them back into the kitchen, placing them in the sink.
“Would you like me to help you clean up?” I offer as I watch him start to scrape food in the trash and rinse off the plates.
“No, just relax. This will only take a minute. Normally, I wouldn’t want to ignore you, but I can’t go to sleep with dirty dishes in the sink. It’s one of my things,” he shrugs with an innocent smile.
I return the sentiment. “I completely understand. It’s one of my things too. Gramps always teases me about it. And Conner, well he’s twelve and couldn’t care less.”
Jakes laughs as he finishes up, placing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and putting away the leftovers in the fridge.
“Let me show you around then,” he offers while grabbing both of our glasses of wine, handing mine off to me, and placing his hand on the small of my back as he leads me to return to the living room I walked through on my way in.
Jake’s condo is quaint and masculine, the perfect home for a single man (well technically he’s mine now), but a man who is not home much and doesn’t have a family. The place is decorated in blacks and grays, with dark hardwood floors in every room. Downstairs is the living room, kitchen, and the dining room that leads out on to a small porch, and upstairs is a guest bathroom, two small bedrooms operating as an office and a weight room for now, and then the master.
“Your bedroom is so much cleaner than I imagined,” I taunt him as I step through the door and take in his personal space. His bed is made, the dark grey comforter simple but masculine. His walls are navy blue and the same hardwood throughout the condo lines the floors.
“I’m kind of a neat freak,” he admits as he places his glass of wine of his dresser and reaches for mine to do the same.
“Well, I can be kind of messy sometimes. I hope that’s not a problem.” I bat my eyelashes at him as he takes a few steps closer to me, reducing the space between us. His hands find my face, framing my cheeks with his strong palms, calloused over from his dedication to baseball, but a reminder of the rugged man that he is.
“I find it endearing actually,” he explains while caressing the apples of my cheeks. “And if it truly bugs me, I’ll let you know.”
I feel the shift in energy immediately, the line that’s been crossed as we stand in his room and anticipate what comes next. I know what I want, and I’m pretty sure Jake feels it too.
“So what happens now, Jake?” I ask breathlessly, my hands finding Jake’s chest through his shirt, the ripples of his pecs and abs beneath my fingers make my entire body come alive. I’m already wet and he’s barely touched me.
“Danielle…” He trails off, closing his eyes and then leaning into me as our lips meet in a sweet and savory kiss that is the exact opposite of what I anticipated happening. I expected Jake to pounce, much like he has the last few times he’s kissed me. But not this time.
This time his kiss is tender, slow and exploratory, intense and mesmerizing as our mouths caress, lick, and nip at one another.
“Jake… I want you,” I manage to say between kisses, a growl coming from deep in his throat, following my words.
“I want you too, Danielle… but only if you’re sure.”
I nod overenthusiastically. “I’m sure.”
Jake chuckles against my face, the shaking of his body from his laugh sends vibrations from my fingertips, down my arms and all the way down my spine to the heat between my legs.
“Turn around,” he demands in a stern but sexy way. I comply, desperate for his touch and eager to do whatever he says that will bring us both copious amounts of pleasure.
He brushes all of my hair to one side over my shoulder, exposing my back to him. I hear the slide of the zipper on my top as he slowly drags the metal down, opening the shirt and revealing the lace bra I wore underneath for this occasion exactly.
“Hmmmm,” he moans as he pushes my shirt off my shoulders, the heap of black fabric falling to the floor with a clank as the metal zipper hits the hardwood. “You’re so goddamn sexy, Danielle,” he growls in my ear, caressing my skin with his fingertips, tracing my shoulder blades and my spine.
I tilt my head to side, closing my eyes and absorbing the feeling of being touched by Jake. His fingers trace a path again from the base of my neck down the column of my spine, stopping at the top of my jeans, where he dips one inside to tease the sensitive fles
h of my ass.
Then he reaches around my stomach and unbuttons my jeans, pushing his erection into my back as he trails soft kisses along my neck and shoulders, leaving a path of torment and need in his absence.
His hands push the denim down over my hips, my matching black thong revealed to him once he’s reached my feet, removing my wedges and jeans all at once. On his way back up, he kisses the back of my legs, from my calves, to my knees, to the fold where my butt cheeks meet my thighs, offering a small nibble on one of my ass cheeks, making me squeal from the touch.
I giggle immediately as he turns me around to face him.
“You’re making me lose my mind, Danielle… and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” he says through gritted teeth, and the very large bulge in his jeans confirms his lack of control snapping very soon.
“Then let’s get there, Jake. It’s been a while for me and I’m more than eager to get this show on the road,” I smirk up at him.
“Me too, babe. I’m sure glad it’s you here with me tonight,” he states, and I feel more of my walls start to crumble. This man is crazy for me---little old me. I still can’t wrap my head around it.
I find the hem of Jake’s shirt, pushing it up before he grabs the back of it and pulls it over his head the way only a man can do, revealing his chiseled chest and arms to me. It’s the first time I’ve seen him this way, with no clothes to cover the God-like body he’s built while dedicating himself to baseball.
“This is so unfair,” I whine while trailing my fingers over every ridge of muscle on his body, his abs mirroring mountains I’d love nothing more to lick and then climb all over.
He chuckles, then pulls me in closer to him. “I could say the same thing about you, babe.” He leans down to kiss me softly as I find the button on his jeans and strip him of his pants, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs in front of me, the tip of his erection peeking out from under the band.
Jake is hung. I can tell just from the outline of his cock beneath the fabric, which makes my core twitch and instantly become wetter at the thought of taking all of him in mere minutes.
He pushes down his boxers, revealing himself entirely to me, standing proud and displaying exactly what I’m doing to him. The tightness of my nipples beneath the lace of my bra indicates he’s having the same effect on me.
“Jesus,” I whisper louder than I intended as I stare at the monster dick in front of me.
Jake leans into me, resting his forehead on mine. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle at first. And then after a while, you’ll be so overcome with pleasure from my cock, you’ll want me to give you all of it.”
Holy mother of dirty talk! Who knew Jake Calhoun could make me close to orgasm from his words alone? I swallow hard, staring up in his eyes as his hands reach around and undo the clasp on my bra, freeing my perky breasts from their cage.
“Christ,” he rumbles before hunching over and taking my tight bud in his mouth. The sensation of Jake’s lips and tongue on my breast makes me gasp and moan, making so much noise, I’m hoping his neighbors won’t hear. I’m not the quietest lover, and I hope he doesn’t mind.
“Jake,” I gasp again as he switches to my other breast, kneading the one that his mouth was just on with his hand as his lips and tongue tease the other.
“Fuck, you taste good baby,” Jake mumbles around his mouthful of my flesh, one of his hands reaching down to stroke my pussy through the damp fabric of my thong. The pressure and strokes of his fingers on my pussy are making my entire body buzz with electrical currents.
“I need to taste you, Danielle,” he pleads as he releases my nipple and leads me to his bed, laying me down softly and hooking his thumbs under the thin straps of my thong, dragging it down my legs and revealing my bare pussy to him.
“Fuck,” he mutters before diving headfirst into my center, lapping me up like his first sip of water on a hot day. His tongue parts my folds and licks me from hole to nub, teasing and circling my clit at a ravenous pace.
“Oh, God!” I shout as Jake continues to pleasure me, licking every inch of my pussy and stroking me inside as he pushes two fingers up into my wet heat. He continues to finger me and circle my clit with his tongue, applying the perfect amount of pressure. His body is already so in tune with mine; it’s reminiscent of our initial connection.
It only takes a few more strokes and licks before I’m coming all over his mouth, Jake taking no rest in bringing me up and over the edge and onto the brink of insanity from my orgasm.
“Shit,” I mumble, placing my hand over my face in embarrassment as I chuckle when Jake rises from between my legs.
“Don’t hide from me, Dani,” he states as he removes my arm from my face and looks deep into my eyes. “You coming apart like that was sexy as hell, woman. I loved it. Don’t be ashamed to lose control… that’s exactly what I want.”
“You called me, Dani,” I declare, caught off-guard.
“Yeah, is that okay?”
I nod. “Yes. You just haven’t done that yet. All of my friends and family call me that anyway. I guess I just liked the fact that you called me Danielle only.”
“I won’t say it if you’d rather me call you by your full name,” he says full of worry.
I reach up to cup his face as he hovers over me, his hard erection still pressed against me. “No, it’s fine. It just took me by surprise,” I say with a smile.
He brushes his lips on mine softly before reaching over to his nightstand and grabbing a condom.
“I need to be inside of you now. I’ll try to last as long as possible, babe. But like I said earlier, it’s been a while for me.”
I smile up at him and nod. “I understand, but I really just need to feel you inside of me, Jake. I’ll take whatever you give me.”
“Fuck, I don’t deserve you, woman,” he declares as he tears open the foil and sheaths himself securely. He climbs back over me, resting his forearms on either side of my head and lines himself up to my entrance, staring contently at me while he slowly thrusts and breaks the barrier, connecting us together.
“Yes,” I exhale loudly as I feel his thick and long cock penetrate me gradually, each flick of his hips giving me just a little more to keep me from feeling intense pain. Jake is big, and I know it will take me some time to adjust to his size.
He finally hits the brink inside of me, my warmth wrapping around every inch of him as he stills and takes a deep breath through his nose.
“Fuck, Danielle. You feel so good, baby. I just need a minute,” he grits out through his teeth as I stroke the skin and muscles of his back with my fingers.
“God, you feel so good inside of me,” I assure him, relishing in the fullness I’ve never experienced, the heat of our connection making me feverish and trembling for more.
Jake slowly pulls out and then pushes back inside, stretching and stroking me to unrealistic feelings of pleasure.
“Yes, Jake… more,” I urge him on as he picks up the pace, meeting me thrust for thrust from above. I soak in the feeling of having this man above me and inside of me, my hands trailing up and over his arms and shoulders, down his back and landing on his ass, feeling the flex of his muscles as he pounds into me.
I’ve never been skin-on-skin with a man like this.
His hand moves down between us where he finds my clit and circles the nub to perfection.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, all of it,” I reply breathlessly, feeling the crest of my orgasm build.
“Are you gonna come on my cock?” Jake’s face is intense and mouthwateringly beautiful as he takes me and claims me as his own.
“Yes, keep touching me.” I manage to croak out as the crest of ecstasy hits me, wave after wave of pulsations roll through my pussy, clenching Jake’s dick and carrying him over with me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he yells as he thrusts a few more times, and then collapses on top of me and brings me to the edge of the cliff.
We stay
there, him lying on top of me for a few minutes, both of us trying to catch our breaths. Jake’s chest rises up and down furiously, the feeling of his weight on top of me comforting and safe. I’ve never had sex like that, a pure connection with someone else where I didn’t feel like I had to provide a road map of where to go and what I like. Jake just somehow knew, which reassures me of our connection even more.
His head pops up as his eyes find mine and he smiles down at me. “You okay, babe?” He asks, brushing the hair from my face and starting intently into my eyes.
“More than okay. That was perfect, Jake.”
He kisses me softly, once on the lips, and next on the tip of my nose, before he pulls out of me and stumbles into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When he returns, he crawls under the covers where I’ve already taken residence.
“Do you have to leave?” He whispers in my ear from behind me, as he pulls my back to his front. Our skin is touching everywhere, making me fully aware that I’m still naked with this man and I have no desire to put on clothes again anytime soon.
“No, I don’t have to leave. Unless you want me to,” I offer, not wanting to insinuate that I want to stay the night. Because I really do, but only if he wants me here.
“Then stay. Please. I want to wake up next to you tomorrow.” I hear him take in a deep breath, smelling my hair and pressing his lips to the top of my head.
“Okay, I will. I just happen to have a little overnight bag in my car.”
I hear Jake laugh behind me as he turns me around to face him. “A little presumptuous, don’t you think?” I know he’s teasing me, so I play along.
“No. I like to think of it as being prepared,” I state confidently as he pulls me in tighter to him and kisses me deeply.
“I’ll go get your bag then,” he says when we part, jumping out of bed, pulling a pair of athletic shorts on, and asking where my keys are before making his way outside to fetch my stuff.
When he returns, he throws my bag in the corner of his room, strips off his shorts in a hurry, and jumps back in bed with me.
“Someone’s excited,” I joke with him as his lips find mine and we heat each other’s bodies back up. Jake reaches for another condom and enters me quickly, not wasting a second of time until we’re both shouting each other’s names again before drifting off to sleep.
