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“Fuck,” I groan as she touches me.
“You like that?” she whispers, her hand moving faster.
Is she serious? Another minute of this and I’m going to come. I need to slow this down and show her I’m not the guy who makes everything about me. I pick her up, carrying her away from the window and straight to her room. Setting her down, I lift up her shirt and toss it aside. She reaches for my cock, but I move her hand away and turn her around. I kiss her shoulder as I take off her bra, then reach around her and undo her jeans.
Her breaths are ragged and a deep moan comes from her lips every time I touch her. It’s making me so fucking hard. I feel like I could come just listening to her. I hold her against me, her back against my chest, as my hand goes under her jeans, under her panties. She’s so wet that my fingers easily slide inside her. Her head falls back on my shoulder and I lean down and kiss her. We continue to kiss as I slide my fingers out of her and rub her clit. Her legs tremble and her breaths get faster. If I keep this up she’s going to come, but there’s more I want to do to her before she does.
I slowly take my hand from her and turn her to face me. If there was a chance we were going to stop, this would be it. She just needs to tell me. She needs to say she doesn’t want this, or that we can’t, or do something to end this, because I sure as hell can’t.
As I back her up to the bed, I wait for her to say it—to tell me she can’t do this, or won’t—but she doesn’t. She takes off what’s left of her clothes and lays down on the bed, looking at me like this is all she wants. I want it too. I just wish she wasn’t with someone else. But Sean said they had an open relationship, so if Troy can be with other girls, Tara can be with other guys. I know Troy wouldn’t agree with that. The open relationship thing only applies to him. He’s such a bastard. Why can’t she see that?
She doesn’t want to be with Troy. I know she doesn’t. She all but admitted it. So is doing this really that bad? He doesn’t deserve her. He uses her. Doesn’t come to see her. Doesn’t treat her well. Maybe once she sees what it’s like to be with a guy who truly cares about her, she’ll end it with him and be with me.
That’s the logic I’m using to be okay with this. If I wasn’t flooded with hormones right now, maybe I’d feel differently and stop myself, but it’s too late for that now, when my face is between her legs, my tongue making her moan in pleasure until she cries out my name as she comes.
Maybe now is when I end this. I made her feel good. Made this about her and not me. I could stop now, and prove to her that not all guys only care about themselves.
“Where are you going?” she asks, as I step back from the bed.
“Tara, I think we need to—”
“Jake, I want this.” She has this look in her eyes, like she’s pleading with me to do this.
So I guess this is happening. I strip off my clothes and join her on the bed, kissing her shoulder, then down to her tits. I could’ve skipped straight to the sex, but I wanted more time with her. More time to explore her body, find out what she likes, what excites her. If I were her boyfriend, this is what she’d get. A guy that wants to make her happy in every possible way.
I get her to the point where she’s almost about to come again, then grab the condom I tossed on the bed and put it on. I lower myself over her, press my lips to hers, and slowly kiss her as I sink inside her. When I’m in as deep as I can go, I pause a moment, noticing it feels different than when I’ve had sex before. It feels more intimate. I don’t know why, it just does. I pull out, then sink into her again, focusing on how it feels. I’ve only been with one other girl so didn’t know how sex would be with someone else until now.
Tara wraps her legs around me and raises her hips, taking me deeper and gripping me tight. Fuck, that feels good. I pull back, then thrust into her, harder than before, and she makes that sound I love, letting me know she likes it. I do it again, and she tells me to keep going, opening her eyes to look at me. She keeps them open as I grab her hips and pound into her. She keeps saying my name, which I fucking love. She says it once more right before she comes. It’s so damn sexy, I come right after her, harder than I ever have before.
I thought sex with Haley was good, but being with Tara took it to a whole new level. She’s more experienced than Haley, sothere’s that, but I think it’s also our connection. Our similarities and understanding of each other. I feel comfortable with Tara, even doing something as intimate as sex. I wasn’t at all nervous and neither was she.
“That was…” She lets out a breath. “Wow.”
I kiss her, then lie beside her. “I didn’t come here to do that.”
“I know you didn’t.” She turns on her side, facing me. “But I don’t regret it. Do you?”
“No.” I stare up at the ceiling. “I just wish you weren’t still with him.”
“Can we not talk about him? I’m really happy right now. I don’t want anything changing that.”
If she’s happy with me, but not Troy, then why doesn’t she break up with him? If they really have some kind of open relationship, then she knows Troy goes out with other girls. Is she really okay with that? Is that what she wants? There’s no way I’d agree to that. If I’m with a girl, it’s only her. And I wouldn’t want her seeing other guys.
“Come here.” I slip my arm under her as she moves closer and lays her head on my chest.
“I’ve never done this.”
“Done what?”
“Been close like this after sex. Usually the guy gets up and leaves, or goes to watch TV.”
“I don’t. I like this part.” I kiss her forehead. “I liked the part before it too. I liked that part a lot.”
She looks up at me and smiles. “You’re really good at that.”
“Are you just saying that, or do you mean it?”
“I mean it. You really are. You’re better than—never mind.”
