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Chapter Thirty-Three
Jake turned the shower handle to full blast, needing to wash away the fatigue and the twisting need that pulsed between his legs. He leaned against the shower wall with his left hand, squeezing his cock with his right, rapidly stroking himself up and down, his jaw clenching as his balls pinched, the release both exhilarating and painful. He shuddered against the shower wall for a few moments before resuming his shower.
When he got to her place, he knocked before letting himself in. He carried two iced teas, herbal for her and sweet for him. As he rapped on her bedroom door, he heard a blow dryer in the bathroom, noticing the bathroom door was open. He stopped himself when he saw her bent over blow-drying her hair with her head down, sheer peach panties and a matching bra highlighting her honey-colored skin. As he stared at her, all he could think was that he was glad he’d jacked off before returning.
He cleared his throat as he set her tea on the bathroom counter so she’d know he was there. She turned her head, clicking off the blow dryer. “Oh, tea. That looks so good, thank you,” she said, standing upright.
“Feel better, Sweets?” he asked, trying to focus on her face and not her body, which he wished he was fucking at that moment.
“Well, I’ve stopped fantasizing about ways to off myself. If that’s better, then yes, a million bucks right here.” She ran her hands up and down in front of her body.
He moved beside her, his hand on her lower back. “A million bucks, for sure. So, Sweets, I wanna ask you something.” His fingers circled around her spine as he looked up to see herwatching him in the mirror in front of them. Something about the way she studied his reflection, her mouth lax, turned him on.
“Mm…hmm, Jake?”
“You said in New Orleans that you're not on birth control. Did I hear that right?”
“No, I…well, I didn’t see myself sleeping with anyone after the Best Day Ever…not for a while. So I just wanted to take a break from the pill and men, I guess…” she said with a choppy, hushed voice as if embarrassed.
Damn, that little confession made him want to puff his chest out and pound on it. Quelling his booming pride, he responded neutrally. “I see, makes sense, but I was hoping to feel you, be inside you without anything…”
“I have my annual the afternoon I get back. Well, besides that time…” She skirted her eyes away from his stare, knowing the end had been tainted by her—her running out with no explanation. “We usually use condoms.”
He stepped behind her, his hands going around her waist, his fingers trailing up and down the front of her torso, not touching the parts she ached for him to touch so badly. “That’s what I’m asking about, I wanted to…” She’d been the only girl he’d experienced that way, just them, no barriers. Since that night, he’d fixated on being inside her naked. He slipped a hand under the front elastic of her panties, and she gasped, reaching forward, bending to steady herself on the edge of the bathroom counter. He stilled his fingers on the top of her mons, speaking gruffly. “I want to be in you naked, no condom.” His fingers slipping a little closer to her lips, her loud moan filled the air around them. His other hand skimmed her torso until it reached the lace of her bra, watching her jaw fall open as his whole hand firmly cupped her sex beneath her lace panties.
“Yes, I’d love that…I can get an IUD. Think the wait is a few days,” her speech was rushed. “Yes…please, I, I…”
“Thank you,” he groaned in her ear. She spread her legs apart as he slipped a finger into her, feeling her excitement. “Can’t wait to feel this with my cock again,” he groaned, pushing his finger deeper into her hole as his other hand jerked the straps of her bra down, freeing her breasts so they sat on a shelf above the fabric. “Look at yourself,” he ordered as he pushed another finger in.
“Oh God, Jake, I…I want to…” she begged.
“Come? Got ya. I want you to picture how fucking hot you look when you come while they're snapping those pictures. Think about how I get to see that open mouth begging, screaming while I’m dipping my cock into you.” He pinched her nipple between his thumb and first finger, gently pulling on them, alternating breasts. A cry escaped her mouth. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, sliding his fingers out and finding her swollen nub. She moaned as he stroked it while roughly pinching her nipples.
Then he spotted a new electric toothbrush next to the sink. He let go of her tits and stopped rubbing her clit so he could grab the box. She groaned impatiently.
He forced himself to stifle a chuckle while opening it.
She stared at him in the mirror, irritation taking over her expression. She was still bending over with both her hands bracing against the edge of the bathroom counter.
He stared at her reflection, her eyebrows knitting together, questioning what he was doing. He'd checked the time. It allowed for some teasing, something to drive her crazy enough to make this short encounter invade her thoughts in Jackson Hole.That’s my goal: to be in your thoughts while you perform for the camera...His mind went to her story, her pussy rubbing against the rock as she pictured him.
Her eyes snapped shut as she rocked her hips back. “Jake, you…please…”
Pressing the button…this will be fun, he thought, noticing how the head swished back and forth while it buzzed. He had plans to watch her fucking explode in the mirror. “Spread those legs, bend over more, and stick that ass up in the air, so I can clearly see everything from that sweet-puckered buttonhole to those plump wet lips…Give me a show.”
“Jake…”
He slid his outstretched hand up her bare back, beneath the mass of hair, intertwining his fingers in it at the base of her head. Tugging her head back, he said, “Look at you, so goddamned beautiful, but what I relish is that mouth, the way it goes completely lax when your needy little pussy is about to explode.”
“Jake, I…the toothbrush?”
“We’re going to play. We have time; I want to be sure that pussy doesn’t forget me this week. That when you remember this”—he steered his eyes toward the mirror, tugging her hair again—“look at yourself, look at how much you want it, need it, remember that, when those random guys are taking pictures of you, remember how you look when I’m…”
Her eyes expanded into green saucers. If he didn’t know better, he would say she was afraid. “When you, you…get me off…please, please…” But it wasn’t fear. It was a tacit need for release.
“You do what I ask. Let me play a little. I promise you that pussy is going to feel like someone lit a firecracker in it. It may even last a few days”—he laughed quietly—“but with you I’m not sure, ‘cause how fucking horny you always are.” He turned on the toothbrush, putting the flat side next to her spine. “But if something doesn’t feel good, let me know. Otherwise, you listen and let me play. Do we have a deal?” He ran the buzzing toothbrush down her spine, to her tailbone, at the center where her butt cheeks came together.
She arched into the stimulation. “Yes, yes, I will…” tumbled from her open mouth.
