Page 106 of Off Limits
All that honesty on the porch is like a drug, a banned substance that just got legalized and I want more of it. Like, in time, I’ll need another hit. Despite everything, it feels good to unburden myself to someone who has offered me nothing but support. Jake could have walked away when he saw me on stage at Surly’s, but he hasn’t. He’s listened and showed empathy and maturity, and I’m grateful. He’s even offering to bail me out. And maybe I should let him, but in my mind, it would taint what we have.
We alternate between kissing and removing one another’s clothes, until we face each other, naked, standing on the wooden floorboards.
‘I have a condom in my wallet,’ he says with a swallow, indicating his Levi’s, which are now in a heap on the floor. ‘I know that makes me sound like a seventeen-year-old horndog.’
I reach out and cup his balls, which feel heavy and full, then slide my fingers along the length of his shaft and give it a firm stroke. ‘So long as it hasn’t been there since you were seventeen,’ I say lightly.
His eyes are half-lidded as I continue in my movements, visceral desire trouncing any humor he might have found in my comment. ‘Nah-uh,’ he manages.
‘Then that’s okay,’ I say.
‘You keep on doing that, I am not going to be able to concentrate,’ he replies shakily.
I don’t stop. ‘When we had sex at the cabin,’ I say, ‘I feel like you were with a version of me, not the real me.’
His eyes are fully closed now as I stroke him. I’m so turned on that I feel wetness leak out of me, a throbbing sensation low down and close to my opening.
‘Say that first bit again,’ he whispers.
I slow my stroke. My lips twitch. I love watching what this is doing to him. ‘What? When you and I had sex at the cabin?’
‘I like hearing you talk about it.’
The fingers on his right hand trace the line of my belly, close to where I’m stroking him. They sink further and I spread my feet apart, bending my left knee a little and raising my heel to allow him access, all the time keeping to my steady rhythm. A low groan sounds at the back of my throat as his fingers dip between my wet lips and he begins a slow exploration, finding the spot that makes me shudder. With my free hand I grip his shoulder for balance.
‘I liked it when you were inside me,’ I say.
He lets out a low groan. ‘Like this?’ he asks, as he shifts his position a fraction and two of his fingers slide up inside me.
I gasp, and let go of him, pleasure taking over, my head falling back. ‘Like that. Yes. Yes.’
I grip both his shoulders as he fucks me with his fingers, drawing me closer, so his arousal is pressing up into my abdomen.
‘I like the real you,’ he breathes, and he crooks his fingers, rubbing my G-spot. ‘Tell me what else you liked.’
‘I liked watching you come,’ I breathe, and at my words he removes his fingers from inside me, gathering me up in his arms and kissing me with the same intensity as on the porch, only this time, our kisses are messy, needy and heated.
And then he’s gone again, bending down and retrieving the discarded pile of denim from the floor to locate the branded square foil condom packet from his wallet. He dumps the jeans, and using his teeth, carefully splits the packet down the middle, sliding out the O-shaped rubber and rolling it straight down his shaft.
Taking my wrists, he guides me down to my single bed and soon after I feel the weight of his body against me.
‘Oh,’ I hear him say in a low, breathy tone and I lift my head.
He’s looking to his left, at the full length of our bodies reflected in the long mirror of my dressing table in the celestial light. I see a duskiness in his expression at the realization that he’ll be able to watch us for the duration of our lovemaking.
‘I’ve never done that before,’ he whispers before I can say anything.
‘Watched yourself?’
‘Or watched somebody else.’
‘Then I have an idea,’ I whisper.
‘What is it?’
I lean up and kiss him, gently guiding him off me. Then, shifting my butt, I turn my back to him, so that my ass is pressing against his groin and I’m full-frontal in the mirror. Jake watches my reflection closely. Then, lifting my left leg, I hook my toes up behind his left knee, allowing his dick full access to my wet pussy.
Jake groans, his eyes never leaving mine in the mirror. Moving his body a fraction further down, he allows me to reach behind, grasping him, before feeding his shaft into my opening. I’m fully splayed out for him, and when he pushes, he fills me almost completely.
