𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓽 VII epilogue
𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 5963
𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 Jake Kiszka X reader
𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 18+ minors please DNI, landlord/tenant relationship, drinking, teasing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kissing, making out, touching, dominant/dominance asserting, genital piercing, begging, purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 Jake Kiszka is your landlord, but he is so much more than that. Talented guitarist, touring musician, and lately, the object of your desire. Of course, that sentiment seemed to be mutual and if the opportunity arose to act on those desires you would be hard pressed to take them. But does Jake feel the same?
apologies ahead of time for any misspells or mistakes Xx.
8 months past
Nashville, TN
Jake
“You’re a fucking drag these days,” Dave said, shuffling the deck of cards in his hand as his eyes refused to meet yours. Of course he’d think you were a drag, you refused to go out with them to bars. You refused to go to the parties he and Danny held, hell you refused to do much of anything outside of working on music. You thought they understood, right, and perhaps for the first month of wallowing and self loathing they had.
“Just because I’m dry doesn’t mean I’m a drag,” you bit out, annoyed as ever as you watched him deal out a round of Texas Hold ‘Em. “And don’t even say it’s because I won’t party with you. I’m fucking here tonight, aren’t I?”
“Didn’t dumb and dumber,” Dave nodded toward where Danny and Sam sat to your left and his right. “Bribe you to be here?”
“We fucking did,” Daniel confirmed, his cards in hand as he studied them. “Three blunts, two hundred dollars, and those vintage Ray Ban sunglasses I found.” You couldn’t help the smirk that played on your lips, the sunglasses in question tucked safely into your shirt pocket.
“Damn,” Sam chuckled, pulling back a swig of the Highnoon in his hand. “Jake, face it. Dave meant you’re a drag because you’re so damn tightly wound these days.”
“Samuel.” Your eyes cut to your youngest sibling before falling slowly on Daniel and then Dave.
“I meant you’re a drag because you’ve sat there in silence all night except for saying two words, you need to get laid.”
“I do not ne-,” you silenced yourself mid protest as Dave shot his hand up defiantly.
“Yes, you do. What’s it been, like six or seven months or some shit?”
“Eight,” Sam and Danny both said in unison, both their deal of the cards landing on the table as they threw in the towel.
“Eight months and twelve days, if we want to be precise.” Sam echoed the words you’d probably grumbled once or twice, or ten times.
“Look, I’m fine. I’m not tightly wound or uptight or what the fuck ever.”
“Sure,” Dave nodded, lips pursing. You knew that look, one you’d seen often enough when you’d first met the younger man. One that told you he was scheming. “Let me hook you up. My girl has this fri-.”
“Fuck no,” you refused, lighting the end of the blunt you’d just pulled from where it had been tucked behind your ear. Maybe you’d quit drinking, but smoking was an entirely different story. You needed that to satiate your nerves, to keep your anxiety at bay.
“Okay fine. None of her friends. Then let me hook you up with Dom’s neighbor. She’s bad, dude, I almost asked her out.”
“You have a girlfriend,” Daniel reminded him, both of them sharing a look and chuckling. “You didn’t tell me you actually got to meet her.” You zoned out, barely listening as Dave filled Danny in on whoever he was talking about, only focusing again when Aaron finally made his presence known.
“Forget them, Jake, but look. I do think it would do you some good to get yourself out there back into the world.”
“And what do you propose I do, oh wise one?” Your narrowed eyes landed on your manager and friend as you took a long, slow hit from the blunt pinched between your thumb and forefinger. “Join tinder?”
“Well,” Aaron swiped the spliff you’d been hitting and raised it to his lips. “If you want, but..” he trailed off as he pulled a drag in, held it for a moment before sneaking in an extra breath and exhaling. “I know someone I think would be perfect for you.”
“Of course you do.” You didn’t mean to sound so bitter, honest. It was just that everyone seemed to know someone who would be perfect for you. But none of them would be her, and that was something you’d need to deal with. You’d considered dating again, trying to move on. But every time you thought you’d shaken her from you, gotten her far enough from under your skin, something else would remind you of the biggest fumble of your life.
“Have an open mind,” Aaron suggested, passing the blunt to Dave as he side eyed you.
“Fine. An open mind. Who is it?”
“Well, it’s someone we have been working closely with at the office.” Fucking great. No one, absolutely no one, in that fucking office was your type. Nowhere near it. “Don’t give me that look,” Aaron reprimanded as you deadpanned at him. “She doesn’t work there, she’s doing work for the company. She’s fun, and cute. I don’t know, I think you two would get along. Plus, she mentioned she was single yesterday. Let me set you up on a bl-.”
“A blind date?! No, fuck that.” You knew what he was suggesting was a bad idea, no way could you go on a blind date. That seemed so vintage and old fashioned to you. You needed real information, photos, something so you had a better idea of who this person was before agreeing.
“One date dude. If you don’t like her, you don’t have to see her again. But maybe it’ll encourage you to get out of this damn rut.”
“I’m not in a rut.”
“He’s in mourning,” Sam rolled his eyes.
“Yeah well, it’s been eight months, that’s dead and buried. Time to get back out there.” You hated the way Aaron spoke about what the two of you had shared, but at the end of it all no one but the two of you had really known what was going on. Hell, even when she’d visited you in Oklahoma you’d flown to Iowa on a separate flight than your brothers. Sam and Danny had met her, sure, and Josh briefly but no one else had and part of what you liked had been the secrecy and the mystery about it. It was thrilling, risky even if you pretended it was some forbidden thing. Underneath the facade of some forbidden affair, you had really cared hadn’t you? Even when you showed it least, the sting of that loss was still very present for you. The last eight months had been spent working to overcome the dumb fuck insecurities that had dug your grave, in hopes of one day being better for whoever the future brought. But were you ready for that?
“One date,” Aaron again, interrupting your thoughts as your mouth ran dry. You should say yes, just to get that first one out of the way. Maybe it would encourage you to try and meet someone else. Not that you were real eager to do that.
“Aaron.”
“I’ll plan it and all. You just show up when and where I say okay? Just trust me on this.” You did trust him, which made this decision harder. Because you didn’t want to trust anyone but yourself in the given situation. Even if you’d proved yourself to be the least trustworthy.
“Fuck. I’m going to regret this,” you mumbled to yourself mostly, aiming your words at no one in particular. “Fine.”
Two days later
Nashville, TN
Her
You were nervous, more than nervous, as you traced the condensation from your glass with the tip of your pointer finger. Aaron had given you exactly no information, aside from telling you that it was someone he worked closely with, when he had finally persuaded you to say yes to a blind date. You weren’t even sure why you had agreed, sitting here now with your legs crossed and the short length of your dress riding up with every move. You had to laugh to yourself, you felt ridiculous sitting at the bar of Oak Steakhouse waiting for some mystery man whose name you didn’t even know. Whose profession you were unaware of and whose intentions were still, as everything else, unknown. Really, the only thing Aaron had told you was where to be and when. He had even sited an “can you just trust me” when you had messaged him that afternoon saying how unsure you were about this blind date. So you tried, fulfilling his request of letting him know what color you were wearing so this mystery man could find you at the bar.
“Excuse me,” a familiar voice came from behind, a large hand resting atop the bar near your elbow. “You wouldn’t happen to be meeting a blind date here would you?”
You turned slowly, peering up through your lashes at a face you hadn’t seen in months. It couldn’t be him, right? Surely, he wasn’t the one you’d been set up with. Staring blankly, you ran through what you knew about Aaron and the company he worked for that had hired you. Q Prime, management company, Aaron Frank. You were leading your team in building their new website. You could faintly remember an instance with the man now before you, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to his manager Aaron. How the hell had, surely this wasn’t, he couldn’t be who Aaron had set you up with? Right?
Of course he fucking was. Jake stood there in a pair of black slacks, a sleek black button up tucked into them. Buttoned just high enough for the material to kiss the lowest point of his sternum, the sides of the soft fabric splayed open to reveal the cluster of coin like pendants lying there against his smooth chest.
“Y/N?” Jake’s pupils dilated, making his caramel eyes darken significantly as the two of you shared a beat of eye contact before his eyes fell over your body. Drinking you in, warming you with the heat of his gaze as he admired the emerald green satin dress you’d worn.
“Hello, Mr. Kiszka,” you breathed, forgetting momentarily the hurt he had caused you. The ache you’d felt for so long in every part of your being when you’d forced yourself to walk away. The anger you’d felt with each packed box and bag that you carried into the small house you’d rented in haste.
“Bunny.” A statement made in whisper, a shaky breath as his fingertips crawled across the worn wood of the bar top until they brushed gently over yours. “I think I will die right here in this spot if you tell me you are here to meet another man.”
“Jacob,” you couldn’t help the way it laughed out of you, the ridiculous notion that he would die brought it on. “Did Aaron send you?”
“He did. I’m…did he tell you that you were meeting me?”
“No.” You shook your head, looking away from him finally. “He simply told me it was a friend. I hadn’t put two and two together that he was your manager.”
“Oh. I won’t be mad if you’d like to leave then,” he sounded defeated, which you hated because that wasn’t the Jake you knew. Confident, cocky even. That was the man standing before you, at least outwardly that’s how he appeared. “But I’d love the chance to share dinner with you, if you’ll have me.”
If you'd have him. You knew simply that he meant dinner, if you’d have his presence before you willingly. But the statement took you back to your last time with him, the night the power had gone out and he’d made love to your body with his. Is this the last time I get to have you?
“Okay,” you agreed with a nod, eyes washing over him before meeting his stare again. He offered his hand out to you as you uncrossed your legs and slid off the barstool, hesitating momentarily before placing your hand in his palm and allowing him to lead you to a table. And he did, leading you right to a chair and pulling it out for you, only rounding the table to his own chair once you’d sat and he’d pushed the chair in a bit for you.
“You look…even more beautiful than I remember,” Jake rasped once he had settled into his own chair, relaxing back into it some. “That color on you…”
“How have you been?” You didn’t want niceties, compliments to stroke your ego. If so, you’d have told him how fucking gorgeous he looked. How god damn irresistible in those well fitting dress pants of his, with his chest showing just enough to satiate your desire to see what it looked like but to leave you still completely wanting more. This was the part you hated, how deliciously sexy the man was. Making it difficult to discern whether your willingness to share the table with him was simply due to the eye candy, or residual feelings?
“Well,” his shoulders shrugged as a server approached, interrupting his thoughts as she introduced herself and offered to take a drink order. To his credit, he simply asked for water and you declined with a quick glance to your glass from the bar before she was gone again. “I’ve been okay, keeping busy.” And by busy did he mean balls deep in other women? Or four fingers into a bottle of scotch? The same intrusive thoughts you had every time he managed to cross your mind, which hadn’t been often but was still more than you cared to admit. You were questioning nearly as much before you could stop yourself.
“Busy hm? How many women are you juggling these days?” It was a low blow, the look you both shared after confirming that. He was hurt by the accusation that wasn’t even as much as you declaring it a fact, and you were hurt by the idea that there probably were other women.
“You know, that’s how I know you cared about me even when you refused to admit it. Mean little thing you are, bet that tongue tastes so sweet even covered in all that venom.” Oh, he sounded so sexy as he said it, the words drawling slow out of him. Just the bite of the raspiness penetrating you down to the very core.
“Just like you to deflect from the actual question,” you answered, eyebrows jumping as you stared across the table at him.
“There are no women,” he answered in earnest, finger tips drumming lightly against the table in a slow fall. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. “And for you, Bunny? Are there men lining up at your door to take you out each night?”
“No,” you snorted, raising your drink to your lips and sipping from it before continuing as you set the glass down gently. “There was a man for a few months but…” your eyes dropped from holding contact with him again, half ashamed that you’d even attempted a relationship after him knowing damn well you hadn’t moved on.
“Oh,” Jake sighed softly, worrying his lips into a thin line before chewing the inside of his cheek. “A few months…” he trailed off, as if deep in thought as he furrowed his brow and raised his previously busy hand to his chin and stroked over it a time or two. “And was he found wanting?”
“Jacob,” a warning? No. A statement. You knew he would ask, but were you ready to divulge the facts?
“Bunny,” he rasped in that sexy, husky voice of his. Pleading in a way as you locked eyes again, his wide and waiting.
“A few months,” you confirmed nonchalantly, hoping to down play and skim past the entire thing. “He was great, honestly, and for the first few months I was quite hopeful…happy…” you shrugged then, busying yourself by taking another sip from your glass before clearing your throat, licking your lips anxiously.
“And then?” He urged you on, leaning forward with his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm as if you were telling a great story.
“And then I just wasn’t.”
“That’s a cop out, what happened?” Fine, whatever. It was a cop out. Of course Jacob knew that. Of course he would demand to know what happened, want to know all the dirty little details you kept away to save face.
“And then,” you blew out a slow and steadying breath, sure this would never get easier because you didn’t much like admitting to the fact you failed to move on from the man before you. “I woke up in his very expensive penthouse one night and realized that-.”
“That he wasn’t me? That he couldn’t fuck you the way I fucked you?” Little shit, cocky still.
“Contrary to what you might believe, Jake, there are people who look for more than great sex.”
“So you think I was great?” He smirked, pulling his cheeks in and pursing his lips out much to your dismay. You couldn’t help but huff and cross your arms defensively over your chest, mostly because he was great. That you couldn’t deny, and would be hard pressed to do so regardless. He didn’t need to know that.
“If you just want me to stroke your ego, feel free to just say that so I can get drunk while doing it. Otherwise, drop the big dick swinging act and be real with me.”
“Did I strike a nerve?”
“Do you want to see me walk away with your own eyes this time?”
Jake’s face softened then, a hurt in his eyes you’d not seen before. You never wanted to be the cause of such a painful look again, not where he was concerned.
Fuck.
“Continue. Penthouse. You realized what?” He put on a stoic face, putting distance between you again as he relaxed back into his seat.
“I realized he was great, checked every box I had except…” you could see him itching to say ‘except he wasn’t me’ but to his credit, he kept his lips pressed together in a worried line. “I wasn’t excited to wake up next to him. I didn’t care to hear about finances and business modules, or why the Chiefs are the greatest football team. There was no part of me that wanted to host his Sunday football watch parties. Do you know what it’s like to be handed the All American Dream and be completely underwhelmed by it?”
“I have no clue how that feels, no.”
“I’m sure. My mother, my brothers, they all called me crazy because even after four months this man would’ve probably given me the world.”
“But you aren’t interested in his world.”
“Not in the least.”
“So then what, Bunny, are you interested in?” He studied you as you paused for a beat, relaxing the defensive way you held yourself protectively before finishing the last bit of liquid courage in your near empty glass.
“La-you know it doesn’t matter. In the end, he just wasn’t for me, so I walked away.” You had stopped yourself from admitting to the late nights in random hotels, the direct flights to places you had no real want to go prior to him. Admitting to the addiction of the way your body shivered when the cold metal of that little barbel came into contact with places of your body you weren’t used to cold metal touching.
“I know what that looks like,” his turn to be defensive. Protective. His broad shoulders dropping back to make him sit up taller.
“Jake,” you sighed apologetically, looking down at your lap as you thought of how to continue.
“Look. This place isn’t my vibe. It’s not even yours. Come home with me, I’ll cook us dinner. We can actually talk.” You shouldn’t be alone with him, knew how persuasive he could be, and yet.
“Okay,” you breathed, much to his relief. He was quick to stand, waiting until you followed suit before hesitantly taking your hand and leading you out of the restaurant to his car. The drive to his house passed in near silence, familiar streets you’d driven hundreds of times passing by until he pulled into his driveway and ushered you out of the vehicle and into the house.
Very little about the place had changed, a new throw over the back of his reading chair. A different runner along the hall floor between the living room and kitchen.
“I haven’t had much time to clean up lately,” Jake said apologetically as you looked around, as if the place were a true mess or something.
“Don’t be silly,” you shook your head as you settled against the counter, watching him stand awkwardly near the fridge.
“Steak fit your fancy for the night?” He cocked an eyebrow up, turning his left side to you just slightly.
“Whatever you’d like to cook,” you shrugged nonchalantly, both of you staring at one another for a beat before Jake moved to get items from the fridge. You watched him go about preparing dinner for the two of you in silence for several long minutes before he cleared his throat.
“I meant it when I said there haven’t been any women,” he offered with his back to you, diligently working at cutting the ends off stalks of asparagus. “When I came home from Mexico, those final shows. And you were just…gone.” His shoulders jumped as he sighed heavily. “I knew I had really fucked up, not that I hadn’t known before. But, I-.”
“You aren’t used to women walking away from you?” He stilled as you watched the muscles in his shoulders tense and jump. “As you said, you can have anyone. Right?”
Jake spun on his heel, advancing toward you with the kitchen knife still in hand before he placed it on the island top and blocked you in with his hands on the counter on either side of you.
“Yeah. That’s right. I wasn’t used to someone upholding boundaries like that.” He held eye contact, intense and deep for a beat before cutting his eyes down to the floor. “You wrecked me. Deservedly so…”
“That was eight months ago, Jake. I’m expected to believe you’ve not been with a single person since then?” You crossed your arms over your chest, effectively pushing him a step further from you as he dropped his hands from the counter.
“No, I mean I wouldn’t believe me either. Given the things I’ve done. But why do you think Aaron set us up?”
“He said he had a friend who hadn’t been dating and was ready to meet someone!” Your voice rose a touch, the need to defend why you agreed to said date rising without subsequent reason. He wasn’t even questioning why you said yes, simply trying to argue his case.
“Exactly. He was tired of me moping around. Not that I’d been moping. I’ve just stayed busy. But I guess I’ve become a “downer” or whatever. I think Sam’s exact words were “tightly wound”.” You giggled at the thought, the sound involuntarily bubbling up and out of you before your hand shot up and covered your mouth at the same time as his piercing gaze set back in on your face. “You laughing at me, bunny?”
You shook your head side to side in protest before dropping your hand. “Sorry. No. Not laughing.”
“Mm liar. As much as I love the sound of that giggle, I’m a bit offended here.”
“Well. He’s not exactly wrong, Jacob. And the idea you think you aren’t tightly wound is funny.” His stare hardened and narrowed momentarily.
“Maybe I am tightly wound. But all the more reason for you to hear what I’m saying. I chose not to see anyone, because I knew there must’ve been something absolutely fucked up in my head if I was messing whatever we had up to stroke my own ego.” You heard the steak he’d put in the pan prior sizzle and pop, drawing your attention from his words to the stove behind him.
“I think you’re on the verge of burning the steak…”
“Fuck the steak,” he remarked, spinning back to the stove and turning the burner off as he moved the cast iron skillet to a different burner. “Unless you’re starving, but if not…” Jake turned back to you once more, stepping close and cupping your face in his large palms. “I said I was sorry eight months ago, and I’m saying it now. I’m sorry for what I did, because it was wrong and immature. I’ve spent months dissecting why and just as long contemplating how to be better. And trying to be. But you’ll never, never know that I’ve changed if you don’t give me a chance to show you.”
“That scares me, Jake. I gave you a chance the first time, and you hurt me.”
“And I’m sorry I did. I’m not making excuses for my behavior. I fucked up. I did you wrong. I know the idea of giving me another chance is scary. But I’m still asking you to forgive me and let me try again to be the man you deserve.”
“I don’t know, Jake.” His thumbs caressed the high points of your cheeks before he leaned in and pressed a gentle, feather light, kiss against your lips.
“Please?” Another press of his lips to yours, his left hand idling its way down and snaking around to the back of your neck. “Just one little chance.” Another soft kiss, his lips lingering against yours before he pulled his head back to provide you a bit more space.
“Jacob.” You couldn’t even sound stern, the way you wanted to melt into him. Against him. Weak knees and all. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring the way his kiss left you yearning for more.
“Bunny,” he whispered, suddenly closer to you again as you let your eyes open slowly to his perfect face. “Baby I’ve missed you so bad,” he exhaled, kissing you slow and deep after. The hand he’d been cupping your jaw with moved around until his arm was hugging you to him, his large hand splayed out against your ass cheek as the two of you made out. Grasping at the front of his dress shirt, your finger and thumb absently worked the buttons open slowly, not that he had many buttoned as it were.
Jake licked into your mouth slow and deliberate, rolling and flicking his tongue against yours as he squeezed and grasped your ass, his left hand finding its way to do the same. God, it felt good to kiss him again didn’t it? Moisture immediately collecting at your center as he pushed his knee between your legs and pressed you back against the island of his kitchen.
“Jake,” you managed to pant after his mouth had abandoned yours to find new real estate to spoil on your neck. He hummed in response, sucking gently at the sensitive skin under your ear as he bunched the hem of your dress up in his hands. To your own surprise, you simply moaned in response as goosebumps raised over your skin. His touch was divine, heavenly in the most hellacious way.
“Bunny,” he spoke against your heated skin, his lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses as he moved down to your collarbone. “Can I touch you baby?” His lips moved against the skin of your shoulder, the feeling of his fingertips playing now at the waistband of the underwear you’d worn. When had his hand moved there? When it had just been bunching the fabric of your dress up?
He was too good at this, dammit. And to deny his touch might kill you, especially now after so long.
“Please,” you managed, your abdominal muscles jumping and spasming as you felt the slow crawl of his fingers slide under the satin material.
“Please,” he had the nerve to mock you even now as he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and exhaled slowly. “So polite, Bunny.” Jake brushed his fingertips against your slit, slowly pushing his middle digit through your folds as your hips bucked toward him. Not that his touch was unexpected, moreso that it was so anticipated you’d grown eager before he’d even gotten there. “Honey, you’re soaked already.”
You growled in response, his foot nudging your legs apart further as he lightly circled your clit.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, biting into your lower lip as Jake pulled back just enough to watch your face.
“Feel good, Bunny?” He moved his work down to focus at your entrance, circling it before fucking his middle finger into your tight cunt.
Would he know you hadn’t even allowed yourself the gratification of self pleasure since ending your brief relationship? Could he tell how sensitive you were, not just to touch in general but especially to his?
“I’m still mad at you,” you gasped as he fucked his digit into you slow and deep, watching your face as he did.
“And I am sincerely apologizing,” he groaned, adding a second finger and curling them both back toward himself as you clenched tightly around them.
“Okay, okay,” you panted, hands grabbing at his neck and pulling his face in close to kiss him. Jake allowed your lips to brush against his briefly before pulling back again, fingers curled deep in you as he smirked.
“Forgive me?”
“Yea-yeah,” you nodded eagerly, moving back in to kiss him once more when he again pulled away.
“Take me back, Bunny?” Did he want you to spell it out for him, or sing it in his ear? Damn.
“Jake,” you whined, tone bratty as your chest heaved. You needed more of him, but you weren’t willing to say it. Not even willing to confirm you’d take him back after saying you’d forgiven him. Not yet at least. Too stubborn to just admit you’d probably have taken him back the moment you realized he had been your blind date.
“Take me back, Y/N.” He stilled, removing his fingers from your needy cunt and stepping back from you enough to lose all contact.
“Jake,” you pouted, going so far as to stomp your foot lightly in an act of, what? Defiance? Maybe. Stubbornness, absolutely. Brattiness, good chance.
“Y/N. I’m serious. Take me back,” was he begging? Well, yes. He was, and even though his tone still held that sexy rasp to it, there was a hint of pleading there too. “I’ll give you whatever you want, you can have all of me. I just…I need to hear you say you want me.”
“I want you.” A whisper, softly settling into the space between your body and his before he advanced forward again. Jake’s hand cupped the back of your neck as his lips touched yours briefly before his free hand was pushing the strap of your dress off your shoulder to expose the skin there. His mouth made a quick, wet trail down your neck and to where the fabric had just been resting as his hands came down and around to cup your ass cheeks before he lifted you off the ground. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his hips and Jake turned to carry you from the kitchen. Making it as far as the stairs, he lingered at the bottom step as he sucked and marked your creamy skin before leaning forward enough to sit you down on one of the steps.
“I need to be inside you, immediately,” he groaned, hands pawing at your panties as yours reached out and messed with his belt long enough for it to fall open. It took seconds for him to have your underwear off, his pants undone with the sides splayed open and his hand fisting his cock before he was pulling it out.
Fuck. How was it possible that even the thick veins running the length of his dick were sexy? You were practically salivating seeing his hand wrapped tightly around the girth of it. Jake stroked his hand slowly from the base of his cock to the tip, his mouth hanging open slightly as he watched for your reaction to him.
“Baby, please,” you said, rounding your eyes out as you glanced from his face to his cock a time or two. It took nothing more for him to situate himself between your legs before hooking an arm around your body and lifting your hips up as he nudged the head of his cock against your entrance. Out of eagerness, you rolled your hips down until he was seated just inside you.
“Fuck,” he growled.
“Oh!” You gasped at the same time, letting out a slow breath as he sank further into you.
“You’re tighter than I remember,” he whined, bottoming out and holding himself there long enough to allow you time to adjust to the way you stretched around his length.
“You’re bigger than I remember,” you replied, a nervous giggle leaving your lips as he backed out and thrust his hips forward quickly. And then back, forward again, hard and deep each time as he fell into a rhythm neither of you were used to with one another.
“Shit. Fuck don’t do that,” he moaned when you clenched tightly around him as he hit a particularly deep and sensitive spot. “I’ll come right now, please.” Oh. Oh. Was he that close already? The pulsing of his cock against your walls said yes, simultaneously confirming what he’d proclaimed earlier and now. He hadn’t been with anyone in eight months, and he was about to come.
“Sorry, sorry,” you panted as he grasped tightly at your hip.
“Don’t be, just. Don’t want to do this without pleasing you.” Jake buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning out over the sensitive skin as he moved his hips in slow circles so he was creating friction against your clit. The deliciously warm sensation this caused started deep in your core and spread slowly out toward your toes, your fingers, even your lips felt tingly the further it spread.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, eyes rolling back as the wave of pleasure finally peaked and broke loose inside you, taking with it your self control. All at once you were moaning his name, clawing at his back through the expensive fabric of his shirt and arching your back so far away from the stairs he had to hold you tightly to keep you both from ending up flat on the floor. Your body quaked against his, legs around his hips still as he backed so far out of you you nearly whimpered at the loss of contact before he slammed fully into you as he came in hot spurts.
“My girl,” he managed against your neck. “My fucking girl.” He offered a few short strokes as he milked his own cock with your tight pussy, leaving every last bit of it inside you as he finally stilled with a huff. “God damn. Sorry. That was so quick.”
“Don’t,” you hushed as he removed himself from you gingerly, standing in wobbly legs and helping you up from the step before leading you both to his couch. Your dress still hiked up over your hips, his softening cock laying soaked against his expensive slacks. At the couch, he fixed himself enough to not look like a complete wreck, helping you adjust the skirt of your dress there after before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.
“Can I please hear you say it now?” You were sure he hadn’t caught on to the fact you’d stubbornly gotten around what he’d wanted to hear. But knowing now that he hadn’t made you grin just so. “Tell me you take me back.”
“I take you back, Jake. I take you back.” Jake smirked then, smacking his hand against the meat of your thigh.
“I knew you would.”
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