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Jake:I love you, let’s talk…delete
Jake:So, no more games?...delete
Jake:Please leave me alone…delete
Jake:Why are you fucking with my heart?...delete
Jake:END means no more chances…delete
He laid his phone on the small table between the chairs, raking his fingers through his hair, and then sighed.Damn itwas all his brain could muster. Experience? She had experience. Then the night they had celebrated at her house, the night dinner became a forgone idea replaced with one of the most erotic nights of his life shifted into his mind. It was the same night he found out about the lies, the second life, the fucking truth. But before that, he thought they’d both forever refer to it aspopsicle night.
I got the idea when Melissa stopped by my house that morning seeking extra freezer room for popsicles, specifically champagneand pomegranate sangria popsicles, which she wanted to use as some kind of garnish in pomegranate mimosas (sounded super complicated for a drink) for the luncheon she and Mom had planned for the family who were in town to celebrate. She'd put four trays of them in my freezer and I stole two champagne pops from one of the trays, which of course I had to hear about the next day but damn…it was worth it.
Gently I'd tugged on Rakell's hair to help her push off the windows. “I lose all control with you. Go take off the boots and jacket…I’m going to pay you back in a good way.” I said roughly. She shot me a look, but I just pointed to her room. Then I cleared the table she had just decorated before grabbing a towel from the bathroom and spreading it on the table.
“Jake what are you doing…the table was…” she said, her eyes taking in the pile of clean dishes and cutlery on the kitchen counter cleared from the table, with only a large towel spread over it.
“I’ll reset it for dinner, but right now, I know that my Sweets has got to be a little ansty…I went after it so hard that I know you didn’t…”
“Yes I did, I mean…I…” Her voice trailed off with her lie.
I scowled, shocked she’d try to lie about something like that. “Darlin’, don’t ever lie to me, I know your body and you didn’t come…” I said, watching her shoulders fall, as I scolded her, but damn if that didn’t piss me off.Why would she do that with me? I’d thought.
“Get over here.”
Timidly she walked toward the end of the table where I stood. I had shed my jeans and briefs, my cock rousing just watching her.
“Sorry,” she muttered. “I just…”
I put two fingers over her lips, shutting down any explanation. “Never tell me you did…when…” I started sternly, then steered my tone to caring…“Rae-kale, we can discuss later when we talk, but one thing I will say now, you don’t lie to me, ever…or fake it or try to convince me you coming doesn’t matter…that’s bullshit….” I said, lifting my fingers from her lips. Then I leaned down and brushed my lips against her forehead. “Okay?”
“Okay, I, okay…” her voice was a broken whisper, and as I think back, her eyes were watery, like I had made her sad.
“Now that we have that settled, let me help you onto this table for my main course.” I hoisted her up, helping her scoot back on the towel before I grabbed both wrists stretching her arms above her head.
Her eyes tracked me as I reached for my belt. “Ahh, Jake? No.” She started to twist to sit up.
“No, I’m not,” I said looking at the belt. “I’m not looking to—” I smirked at her. “I’ll save that for when you’re really bad.” I laughed at her huff. “I want to tie your hands so you leave them there…wait before you fight this…let me ask you to trust me. You say no, or stop, you know I will…”
Her wide eyes settled on me. “I can’t, Jake. The thought of being restrained…I just can’t…”
“Hey, shhh…okay…” I said, tossing the belt. I’d planned to tie her hands up and blindfold her, but obviously that wasn’t going to work, so I pivoted. “Lay there…don’t move…I’ll be right back.” I returned with one of the popsicles, licking the end as I approached the table.
She half-giggled. “What, you’re eating a popsicle?”
“You wanna taste it? It’s champagne with pomegranate…” She opened her mouth and I ran the cold tip across her bottom lip, her tongue sprung out to taste the tangy-sweet ice.
“More,” she whispered.
“Later, I go first; it’s my night,” I chided, smirking at her pouty look. “And I will stop if you move, clasp your hands together, keep them there.” I put the sweet pop in my mouth, then moved to the end of the table where her legs hung off…pushing them both up so that her feet were flat with her legs bent, then I slid her ass down so her butthole and pussy were open to me.
“Ahhh…” fell from her mouth. She was completely exposed to me, and I knew I was about to make her body beg for mercy.
Standing, I rubbed the dripping popsicle around her open mouth again, chuckling as she slurped and whined for more. Reaching between her legs, I lightly thwacked her open pussy. “No, no, you impatient little girl, this is my dessert,” I said, swirling the sweet coolness around her nipples before bending and sucking it off, her body arching. Her abdomen muscles jumped as I drug the melting, sweet champagne down her stomach, then to the top of her vulva opening, where I let it melt from the warmth of her skin, sweet droplets oozing down her exposed lips, the reddish liquid painting the most fucking erotic picture.
I brought the popsicle to my mouth, slurping it, making the same overexaggerated sound she’d made that night at Eddie V’s as I moved around to the end of the table, running the tip up and down her folds, then pushing it on her engorged clit, I didn’t think I had ever seen it that big and hard.
Her pelvis rocked from the sensation. “Please, please,” she muttered, “please, please,” her knees flexing inward.
