Even though she knew, or well…she hoped, his words were playful they wounded her on a small level. There was a fear inside of her that she barely understood how strong it truly was. That someday for whatever reason Jacob wouldn’t…want her in the same way. Maybe he would find someone else and she would become just another notch on his headboard… the table…shower… Alright if she kept thinking about it then she’d never stop, and for the first time since she climbed out of bed, that morning a small trickle of ice was injected into her system. Granted they were playing a game Zoey wanted to ask him, to have him reassure her that he didn’t want her to leave. But she was afraid to voice her insecurities in that moment so she pretended like she hadn’t heard him. Jacob had no idea what it was like attending parties, galas, benefits. Hearing women gossip about the catch he was – how all the women knew or thought, they could have him. But the envy in each of their eyes, when they realized his greedy, intense stare was focused on her, made her strong. In some cases it made her want to laugh at them and tell them to go stare at someone else’s man. But that was the issue in itself, wasn’t it? Jacob wasn’t Zoey’s man… At least not officially. If someone asked either of them their relationship status it would mostly be single… But if someone asked their friends they would say married with children. Briefly, Zoey contemplated the events that may happen if she did leave. Or at least tried to…would he freak out? Drop the tough facade?
Zoey wouldn’t get the chance to find out since she fell into a chair, with her blue eyes locked on to him. For someone who had claimed, they weren’t actually hungry… Jacob ate his breakfast like a man who had been starved for years. There was a certain amount of pride seeing him devour a meal she’d cooked for him like that. If they were two normal people one might add into the saying ‘A woman loved to feed her man…after all the best way to get to a man’s heart was through his stomach.’ Unlike Jacob, Zoey was too distracted by his dark looks or subtle licks of that skilled tongue to eat much of anything. She literally had her jaw drop as he spoke of the things he would do to her, the scene playing out like a vivid erotic film in her mind. Oh, that arrogant bastard… Zoey found herself thinking after he winked at her. She couldn’t stop the amused smile which was lighting up her face as he went to clean up his plate. Yeah, you better do the dishes.. She found herself thinking cruelly as she finished up the remainder of her meal. She was wiping her mouth on a napkin as he stood behind her, his lips hovering over the top of her blonde hair. Her blue eyes were filled with rebellion as she focused on the chair he was previously sitting in. “No.” She answered cooly as she pushed back from the table, a small part of her hoping the back of her chair hit him where it might cause a brief instance of pain. “Actually..” Zoey managed to put on a good bitch face, if he wanted to act like he was her dominant and she was his sub…. He would see just how wrong he was. “I’m going to go and get a shower… I worked up quite a sweat making you breakfast…and no.” She smiled at him. “You’re not going to join me…and I just want you to know while I’m in there… I’m going to get off to the thought of your face and how much fun it was to make you think I was actually going to have sex with you after we ate.” Her heart was pounding in her chest, evidence of how truly aroused she was in a clear spot on the chair she’d been sat in. Regardless, Zoey turned on her heel without giving him a second glance and made her way towards his bathroom. She was contemplating the idea of sprinting because the urge to relieve herself of the sexual frustration she’d felt all morning was consuming her thought with every step. But she needed to put on a good show… Stopping in the hallway Zoey turned around in his clear line of view and stripped out of his shirt. Letting the fabric fall to the floor she gave him a small smile as the sunlight enhanced her nude form. The love-bites he left across her skin on full display and her pink nipples were dark and a little swollen from his attention the previous night. She began walking backwards towards his bathroom as the words left her lips. “I hope you enjoy jerking yourself off…knowing you could have had all of this.” She smirked. She was just hoping he wouldn’t call her bluff…so far she was proud of holding her ground. “Besides…we both know you wouldn’t last more than thirty seconds with that hard-on..and I’m not in the mood to be left unsatisfied.” Would he piece it together? Realize his mistake earlier that morning for what he had said to her? That this was his pay-back?
Alright. He had to have done something wrong. The tension in the room had shifted. Her voice, it was no longer yearning, but almost hurt?? Jacob couldn’t be sure, again, he couldn’t read people worth a damn until they told him just how they felt. He hesitated, his lips remaining in her hair until she pushed her chair back. The cool wood hit his hard on roughly, the man grunting as he took a few steps back. Now that, that was not the kind of touch he wanted. Throbbing now from pain, his dark brows furrowed as he stared into the back of her head, now desperate to know what was running through her mind. Did he say too much?? Maybe he shouldn’t have made the cuming early comment?? Though, his smug self only found it amusing. Only the devil himself knew just how many rounds the two could go. How after a bit of a break, maybe even a sweet moment where Jacob would find himself curling up against her, they’d be going at it again. Her plump, pink lips finally circling around the tip of his cock to get him worked up, or maybe his hands running across her back, her breasts as he gave her a massage. Clearly she had to know he was only joking? His voice could be cruel too easily, but to Zoey he’d never purposefully be mean. He could argue his way out of a bolted coffin, but his demanding words would never fall to Zoey’s ears. She was too important to him, too kind. Zoey was the one who never left, one whom knew his flaws, yet loved cared for him nonetheless. And he in turn felt the same. If he were a man who wanted what society deemed acceptable, he’d want to settle with someone just like her. White picket fence and all.
As she continued to toy with him, the male even frowning at the sudden change, it finally hit him. The whole, not caring about leaving quip. While the two had their differences, that was one thing the two held very close. The desire to be needed. Neither one of them wanted to be left, to see someone they care for turn around because they found something better, or didn’t have a need for them. He could almost see it in her eyes. It was almost like looking into a mirror. He imagined that with his first heartbreak, that when he was left to fend for himself, that his own dark eyes must have held the same wary, the same fear. “Oh, come on, Zoey.” He scoffed, sending her a questioning look as she made her demands, pushing him further away than he had been in quite a while. It was a game yet, the two were masters at it. But within a few moves they’d be all over each other; hands tangled into hair, moans harmonizing, as their bodies rolling in sync. This wasn’t the game that Jacob had agreed to play. And yet now he felt like she had just made her move, that she had taken all of his pieces and now he was left with no options. As she walked away, the man lulled his head back, a low, inaudible groan escaping from his tightened lips as he was almost tempted to throw a tantrum. Jacob had waited far too long, his hands twitching with the need to feel her flesh against his own. Begging wasn’t in Jacob’s vocabulary, the male dominant by nature. But oh how he was tempted. Instead, he followed her like a lost puppy, his gaze wary, hesitant as he held out his rough hands to her. “I may be an expert at wanking, since you know, I’ve down it since I was born,” he quipped, a small attempt to make her smile, to lighten the changed mood. “But we all know your hands, your mouth, is better.” Jacob murmured, taking a few small steps towards her. The light from his cracked window hit her frame perfectly. She was like a painting, his hands, tongue, tempted to trail over every mark he made, to connect each of the dots. He playfully clutched his chest, the spot where his dark heart was, at her words. “You wound me, woman. We all know that’s all we’d both need right now.” He teased, once again taking a small step forward. He feared that she would turn away, slam the door in his face and really let him be. How cold the air could feel, the guilt that would plague every inch of him. It was almost enough for him to get soft, but her curves still drove him wild through his racing thoughts. Mustering all the delicacy he could, his hands moved to rest at her sides as he face nestled against the crook of her neck. His lips placed gentle kisses into her skin, the male finally now pleading. Really, he could say he won, if this worked, for really he’d be getting what he wanted. That’s how he had to think of it at least, for him to stoop to such a low level. Though, he did mean every word that passed his lips. “Zoey, don’t be cruel.” He whispered in between pressed kisses, arms now weaving around her. “I can make it up to you.” That was probably the closest he could ever get to an apology.
