Framing your face is the hood of your velvet cloak, with a straight posture and blank expression, but knotted guts, you head to the village church.

This afternoon, at your door a letter was left. On it nothing was written other than - "at midnight come to the church, otherwise your secret will be revealed... daughter of the moon”. After having read the message, short but concise, your temperature dropped and your chest tightened as a wave of fear invaded your being. All these years being part of a hidden society called “Daughters of the Moon”, a society in which women of different ages gifted with the power of healing help people in need in exchange for silence (in the name of protecting said society), you have feared, all members do as (most) villagers are known for hating on witchcraft and wizardry, but until today, nothing alike had happened. You, nor any of your sisters, have ever been threatened.

The fact that the moon is up and so bright tonight brings a sense of calmness to you, its light feels like a warm mantle of protection over your shoulders - ready to guard you from any harm meant to your person - Before turning the corner to head to the back of the church you stop to look up at the sky, taking a deep breath to your pounding heart. 

Leaning against the back door of the modestly constructed church is a man you know too well, dressed in all black, dark wavy hair ruffled and falling over his forehead giving him a carefree look. The silver jewelry adorning different parts of his body, nose, ears, fingers, neck and wrist, a reminder to everyone that he’s immune to things his kind normally wouldn't be. A reminder not to mess with him.

And, a desperate attempt to show dominance and power he doesn’t really have. 

Your gut twists at the mere sight of his silhouette, but this time the feeling is anger not fear, a snort comes out of your nose as you stop your steps abruptly. Your shoulders drop-down in annoyance, but also in relief. You feel relieved that it's him and not someone else - although that's something you'll never consciously accept. Ultimately, you'd rather deal with an idiot than with someone who actually does have a heart rotten by darkness and is willing to cause hurt and chaos without any remorse.

Although childish, you roll your eyes as soon as you catch a glimpse of his smug grin -that of a confident idiot, an idiot so full of himself that believes he has control of the world in the palm of his hand, an idiot who- ugh. “What a m-mother… bloodsucker,” you said under your breath through gritted teeth, turning your head to the left to take a small break from looking at his face and dark seductive eyes. 

"I'm glad you're happy to see me, sweetness." He said in a teasing tone as he started walking down the steps at the feet of the church’s door. 

Before he can reach you, you dryly ask, “What do you want?” Your gaze that expresses boredom and disinterest fixed on his that reflects the opposite. 

“I’m in desperate need of your exceptional talents.” You scoff. His smugness getting on your nerves.

“You know I’m not the only witch in town, right?” Defensively you questioned him. “Actually, why don't you go and ask Charlotte?" No matter how hard you tried to contain the comment, you couldn't. Just as you couldn't contain the next one either, “I bet she will gladly help you, just like she helped you months ago by spreading her legs.” Annoyed, but this time with no one but you for having let yourself be carried away by your emotions and bitterness, you close your eyes and exhale loudly. “I don’t have time for your nonsense,” making a dismissive gesture with your hand as you’re already turning around, you try to walk away. 

In an unexpected action, the man tightly grabs your wrist and pulls to turn you back around so that you are facing him again. Your eyes widen in surprise the moment your brain processes how close your faces are, his fingers around your wrist cold against your skin.

“One,” with a blank expression he starts to list his points to share, “You called it quits, not me.” Your chest tightens at the remark, your heart squeezes. “Two, don't forget who I am and what I can do, love,” he threatens in a non-direct way, voice so gentle yet so cold, his gaze softening when he says. “And three… no one is as good as you." In a moment of weakness, his free hand dares to come up to let the back of his knuckles caress the apple of your cheek. The gesture makes your shiver, fluttering butterflies in your belly, yet you remain as calm as the dead sea.

Choosing to ignore his last comment, you give him a piece of your mind, “You are in no position to threaten me, Jacob.” The tone of your voice matches his, "Don't forget that I know as much about you as you know about me." You added, not being able to help but look at his plump lips - but only due to the closeness. He grits his teeth, a muscle in his jaw jumping from the force exerted. “If you ever reveal my secret to the world and I am burned alive in the flames, you’re coming down with me.” Mad, but mostly hurt, still wounded from the heartache you put him through, Jacob sighs, letting your wrist go in defeat. His intense gaze fixed on you, his dark eyes cursing at you. 

With a spark of sadness - that you hope he didn’t catch - gleaming in your eyes, you turn around to head back home. 

However, as you are about to take your sixth step his voice makes you stop in your track again, "I really need your help, Y/n.” He started, “And I know you know I’d never trust someone who’s not you.” His words came out of his mouth in a soft, gentle manner, but most importantly, dripping with honesty. You looked up at the sky hoping for an answer, looking for some clarity. Your eyes found the full moon glowing so beautifully right above you. 

A voice in your head telling you to listen to your aching heart. 

‘Don’t make the same mistake twice.’

As soon as you turn to face him, Jacob speaks. "I need to contact someone on the other side.”

“I... don't have that kind of skill yet...” After a prolonged silence you add, “I do know someone who could help you. Someone of trust.”

"That was very idiotic, Jacob." You chide, gently running a piece of gauze moistened with disinfectant over a long gash on his forehead. Your gaze soft and gleaming with concern. 

“Don’t tell me he didn’t deserve it.” Jacob said, his lower lip bruised as well as his knuckles and cheekbone. You sigh, leaving the gauze on the nightstand next to your bed. Jacob, who is leaning against the headboard, follows your every move with his tired gaze. His droopy eyelids and long eyelashes framing his eyes, his hair ruffed and fluffy falling over his temples. "It will be healed in a heartbeat, too..." He says in attempt of calming you. You scoff in amusement.

In this very moment you hope that one of his abilities was to read minds... 

You stare at him, he stares at you. Your gazes lock, your heart beat filling his ears, both hoping your eyes are enough to express all the things stuck in your chests, all the words dancing in the tip of your tongues.

In this very moment Jacob hopes that one of your or his abilities was to travel in time so he could go back to that night in July and prevent you from breaking his heart - and your own.

Feeling the weight of your past actions on your shoulders, you look away from him, opting to look down, your fingers playing with a loose thread on your bedsheet. 

Reminiscing, a tiny smile makes the corners of your lips lift. “What?” Jacob questioned tiredly, his voice low and slightly raspy. You shake your head, with each passing second your smile grows until it turns into a toothy grin. 

“I…” For a moment you hesitate, wondering if it is appropriate to revisit the past in the present. Your eyes lock with Jacob’s for a second, your chest tightens instantly. Your toothy grin and chuckles die into a sad smile as you look down once more. “I was just… thinking about that time you had to hid underwater so my mother wouldn't finding out about us.” 

Jacob snorts. The memory of that day coming back to him as clear as crystal. He remembers perfectly, the way you were looking at him with so much love as you sat on his lap, both naked and joyful. Just like he remembers all those times you sneaked around so you could meet him, all those nights spend in his car - talking about nothing, about everything… making love. Your first date, a picnic in the middle of the forest, away from your mom and his dad eagle eyes - the day he learned what his two favorite melodies are, your laughter and the beat of your heart.

After having spiraled down the rabbit hole where all his memories of you and with you are tightly secured, Jacob can't help but ask, "What happened?" You freeze at the question, your heart skipping a few beats. His voice, airy and weak, reflecting the lack of understanding. The strained expression on his face reflecting the sourness trapped in his heart, the ache. He just doesn't get what went wrong.

“I felt pressured by my mother. That's it, there's no more." Your voice reflecting regret and anger. The constant reminder that you were too young to know what love is, the constant reminder that one day you would take her place and that you had to prepare for it, the constant reminder that a witch and a vampire cannot and should not be together, the constant, exhausting battle between the two species to position themselves as the best, as the strongest, as the one on top of the chain. 

You couldn't handle the pressure and you broke down, you decided it would be best to listen and obey. 

But then, months went by and Jacob still occupied your mind most of the day, always in some corner, if not in the front, then behind. In your mind, his hands still ran over your body on those nights of need when the only option was yourself. Seven nights out of a week, you lie down and stare at the ceiling for hours, thinking about all the what ifs. You realized that you couldn't get over him because not only had he stolen your heart, no, he had touched your soul and the deepest parts of you that no one else has seen. His soul had intertwined with yours. 

How do you get over that?

And then, months later, at a ‘let’s keep the peace’ meeting, you saw him - his arm linked with someone else’s, a girl from the society that your mother formed, the same society you’d be ruling over some time soon, one of your sisters...

No one said nothing, no one batted an eye nor flinched at the sight of them. Your heart broke in so many ways. You were furious. Your mom had basically coerced you into breaking Jacob’s heart because of the ‘what would people say’ only for that to happened.

And so, you forced yourself into hating him because it somehow was easier than to accept all the blame, than to accept that you had been played like a puppet by your own mother. Than to accept that you had lost him. It somewhat felt easier to built up walls and put on a cold façade, it was easier to embrace the heartless witch role that your mother had always wanted you to play and much more pleasant to not hide your sourness, bitterness and anger.

Jacob was left in the dark feeling offended, betrayed and hurt, and in a wild attempt to get you back, driven by desperation, he started to openly court one of your fellow witches - and of course this caused more harm than good for all the people involved.

And now here you are. 

In your room, alone with him.

His voice interrupting your thoughts, “I wish I could read your mind.” 

You smile with sadness, “It's a mess in there.” 

Jacob shrugs, “I have all the time in the world to decode every single thought haunting you at night.”

You look up, tears about to roll down your cheeks. The gentle look in his eyes makes you fuzzy inside, his gaze softer than before, his cold hand on your warm one, his slightly rough skin against yours makes you stomach knot - the amount of repressed feelings for him trapped in your being nearly making you nauseous. 

“Do you think...” With a soft voice, afraid of your own words, you ask Jacob, “Someday, maybe, you could give me a second chance?" Jacob freeze, his eyes widen ever so slightly, and if his heart still had life, at this very moment it would be fluttering like crazy. 

Idiotically, he smiles, finding amusing that you asked such a question so nervously, your skin losing color and warmth due to worry and your hands shaking lightly, because… “I've been waiting for a second chance for us for two long, tedious years, Y/n.”

Like the last drop that spills the glass, his words impulse you take the next step. 

Your lips find his.

Slow at first, unsureness in every touch. Gradually the intensity starts to augment, excitement bubbling in your belly, your teeth clash as you clumsily climb onto his lap straddling him, but neither stops kissing. Your fingers sink into the silky strands of his hair, his hands find your hips, staying there for a second before they slide back, his palms molding perfectly to the shape of your ass as he grabs two handfuls of the doughy flesh to make you grind down on his bulge as his tongue shamelessly invades your mouth. 

In between kisses you moan and he grunts, your body continuously rolling into his in a perfect sway, back and forth, his manly hands traveling from your ass to your waist to your thighs, harshly grabbing your flesh. 

With his head already hazed, when your lips part momentarily so you can get rid of your nightie, Jacob manages to ask, “D’you still like pain?” His voice raspy and seductive, his eyes hooded and gaze darker. The question steals a sound from you, your back arching and nipples hardening as the cold, late autumn air coming through the window brushes your warm skin.

Tightly, you close your eyes as you try to fight the dizziness building up in your brain. Proud of himself, Jacob says, “Great… that’s great. Such a perfect answer from such a perfect girl.” His breath hitting your skin as his nose caresses your jawline, sliding down the side of your neck, his pillowy lips pressing kisses against your throbbing pulse point before he unhides himself from the crook of your neck to kiss your mouth again. 

This time the movements of his lips are gentler, but still firm and dominant, his tongue teasing yours. His lips sucking on your lower one before he sinks his teeth into it until the skin breaks. You cry out, Jacob hums at the taste of your blood, his tongue and lips focusing solely on your bottom lip until the paint is soothed and the bleeding has stopped. Your walls flutter around nothing, begging to be stretched, your puffy clit throbs in need of receiving more than just friction through grinding. 

“I missed you so much, angel.” His words muffled by your skin as he messily leaves open-mouthed kisses all over your upper body, making sure to claim you as his by sucking on your skin until it turns purple. You’re a moaning mess, your panties drenched and sticking to your sopping slit. 

"Please," you sigh as he’s busy kissing your jawline, “Jakey…” the nickname catches Jacob by surprise, he had forgotten what was like to be called Jakey by you. His sweet girl, “Yes, my dear?” A beaming smile plastered on his pretty face, you peck his lips at the pretty sight, cupping his cheeks as you do so. 

“I need you, Cobie.” You provokingly moan, hoping to seduce him, your lips brushing against his in the process, “Want you so bad.” 

“Let me taste you first, baby.” Playing your game, in a seductive manner, Jacob’s teeth find your lip once again - although way more gentler this time. “Lie down, love.” You nod, un-straddling his lap. 

Jacob kneels between your thighs as he separates them, your cunt clenching at the sensation of his cold hands coming into contact with your warmer skin. You inhale deeply, shivering when cool air hits your bare body as Jacob rubs his nose against your covered clit before shamelessly breathing your scent in - making sure to press his mouth on you so you can feel the smirk tugging his lips upwards. “So sweet, baby.” You whimper, gripping the sheets as Jacob heatedly ogles up at you from between your thighs. 

He takes his sweet time sliding your panties down your legs until they are discarded and fall somewhere on the floor. In an abrupt manner he delves into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly explore your folds, sucking the swollen nub, his lips perfectly wrapped around it as his tongues sneaks under the hood stimulating your most sensitive parts with a slowness that drives you nuts. Your back arches, your eyes roll, your hips buck up, cries of pure pleasure leaving your lips.

Jacob grunts and sighs heavily when you take him by the hair while lifting your hips, burying his face against you. He gladly takes it, his mouth clinging onto your clit, hungrily lapping until he ushers out your orgasm. It's intense, your neck fully stretched as your head was thrown back, your eyes closed and toes curling, your fingers tightly grip the bedsheets as Jacob slurps your slick - humming delighted, feasting on you like there won’t be a tomorrow.

When your climax finishes and you come back down to earth after such heavenly experience, Jacob climbs on top of you, kissing his way up, making sure to leave a few hickeys on your belly, ribcage and breasts as his cold fingers pinch your nipples. You moan loudly at the stimulation, the coldness of his skin being the icing of the cake, your slit gushing so much that it’s started dripping down the crack of your ass forming a wet patch on the bedsheets. 

“Take off your clothes, please” you beg, breathless. He immediately obeyed, his pants and underwear flying somewhere. Once he’s climbed on top of you again you drew him closer by his silver chain, your lips meet in a slow yet passionate kiss. His lips so perfect, so soft and pillowy. From his mouth you get a taste of yourself. Your tongues fighting for dominance, teasing each other, your spit mixing with his and his with yours. 

Ready for the next step, you slide one of your hands between your naked bodies to grab him in your hand, your moans muffled by his mouth as you stroke him, running your thumb on the crown of the head. You missed the feeling of his cock in your hand so much - the thickness, the smoothness, so perfect. 

Smiling against your mouth, Jacob helps you position himself at your entrance, interlacing his fingers with yours while your other hand holds on to his shoulder. Slow, he pushes into you, the glide is smooth, both moaning in unison at the feeling. Your walls molding to him, so welcoming, so gummy and warm. His pelvis flat against yours, he’s truly buried to the hilt. You feel perfectly stretched, full in every sense. Jacob doesn’t plan on holding back, he plans on fucking you like a mad man. 

“I f-forgot how t-thick you are.” You comment, words stumbled out thanks to the brutality of his thrusts. Panting, Jacob shushes you with sweet nothings, kissing your mouth. In every thrust lets you know how much he’s missed you, how much he’s needed you. Every thrust leaves you hungry for more.

Pleasure wracks through you, all you can do is mutter babbles of how good he’s fucking you and cry out of pleasure. In a matter of few minutes you’re already too far gone to even remember your own name. All your senses focused on him and him only, on the feeling of him inside you, on the sensations he provokes in your body. You feel lightheaded, hot and fuzzy, your blood buzzing and heart pounding ten times a second. 

His pace is steady, incessant. His cool finger-pads find your clit the moment you managed to wheeze that you're close, adding the perfect amount of pressure to leave you trembling beneath him. Loudly, you gasp, your skin crawling when you feel his fangs graze your neck.

"Tell me. Tell me you want me.” Jacob demands through his panting, though it almost sounds like he's begging for it. You moan his name, baring your neck for his mouth to enjoy. 

"I-I want you." Your eyes roll back, your walls clasping on to him, toes curling, nails digging into the flesh on his left shoulder. “You feel so g-good - fuck! - I’ve missed you so much. Your cook’ s-so good.” You ramble, standing on the edge of the cliff. Jacob’s loving it, and you feel it in his actions. He holds you tighter, pulls you closer, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. “Do it… do it!” You insist. 

His eyes pop open, his fully blown pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth before you take his bottom lip between your teeth, gently pulling it. "Bite me while you cum in me," you command.

Jacob curses under his breath, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. Savouring the moment, he takes his last pumps into you, moaning into your neck as his teeth pierce your flesh and his warm cum spills inside you filling you up nicely. You cry out, the mixture of pain and pleasure clashing on to you like a brave wave.

After it, he firmly holds you for several minutes, pampering your neck and face with sweet, loving pecks.

"How are you still hard?" You sigh in exasperation, just having calmed down your heart rate. Jacob chuckles airily.

"I wasn't lying when I told you that I missed you."

When you had sex with him in a bathroom at a frat party, a year ago, you didn't think you'd get hooked on him like you have. You were simply looking to get out of the ordinary, to add a little excitement to your boring, monotonous and privileged life. You and Jacob, despite your differences in various aspects, social status being one of the main ones, understand each other incredibly well - almost perfectly. The chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, palpable and ardent.

What started as a quick fuck in a mutual friend's bathroom has slowly turned into something more - much, much more. It's just that neither you nor Jacob have had the courage to address the elephant in the room. Each with a thousand thoughts in your heads, each with different motives and insecurities that stop you from being able to confess your affection for the other.

But one thing's for sure, you'll bail Jacob's ass out of jail whenever he gets caught street racing on full moon nights and you will treat his wounds every time he comes home to you looking for a little comfort and stability after underground boxing - in his bruised hands a paper bag that carries fries, burgers and milkshakes, this being his usual way of silently saying thank you.

He is a mess, but still you like him. You adore him even though he worries you to death every time he appears on your door with a tired smile, droopy eyelids, all bruised and gashed or every time he tells you he'll be busy for the night street racing. 

Is it okay to be in “L” word with him despite knowing what a walking disaster he is? You're not sure about it, neither of how out of your mind it makes you to still want him despite of it all.

And on top of all, he is a liar, he keeps telling you “I won’t do it again”, “This is the last time”, yet here you are again. Sometimes it feels like he's taking advantage of the fact that he knows you are there and will continue to be there by his side no matter what.

But then again, you don’t really care, if you are being frank. 

Your parents sure will, though. Once they find out in what you’ve been spending the money they provide you with monthly, it’s over.

Jacob's eyes are on you, his gaze steady on your face as he’s trying to catch the slightest change in your blank expression so he can start apologizing. On his face there are still traces of the wounds caused by his last fight, his jaw is tense, his posture unbothered even though there’s a lot on his mind.

His broad shoulders covered by a basic white tee and a thick black leather jacket leaning firmly against the back of the chair, his juicy thighs perfectly hugged by the stretchy fabric of his black pants as he manspreads, one of his hands is resting right over his crotch - you stare at it for a hot minute. And the more you look at it, the less upset you feel - You find it so sexy, mainly, all about him, your mouth salivating at the sight of the bulging veins on the back of his hand and fingers wearing silver rings.

You huff, annoyed. Head down, you turn your head to the right. 'This isn't the moment to be a rabbit in heat, Y/n,’ you think, berating yourself. 

On the other hand, Jacob decides to attack. He stands up and leans forward, his hands resting on either side of your barely covered thighs, his nose just a couple inches away from brushing your cheek. You feel cornered. His sudden closeness making your heart race, his fresh yet slightly musky fragrance infused with the essence of lavender and jasmine hitting your nostrils - the, by now, familiar smell scratching an itch in your brain. 

"Look at me," Jacob asks gently in a soft voice. You do so, disappointment glinting in your eyes. “I don’t wanna hear it, Jacob.” You said, referring to his apologies. The tone of your voice matching his. You see a muscle by his jawline jump as he clenches his teeth, mad at himself. Understanding, he nods, his eyes never leaving yours, not even when your vision starts to get blurry by the accumulation of tears in your waterline. 

A single thought in your head. 

“Kiss me." 

Probably the most rational and mature thing to do is to go home, put on your pajamas, lie down and call it a day, sort things with him tomorrow when your emotions have settled. But that's not what you truly desire, what you want the most right now is for Jacob to get rid of the pressure in your sinking heart with his lips, with his body on yours. You want nothing more than to feel his plump lips all over you, you want nothing more than to cry out his name as you come undone on his cock. 

When your lips meet you can't help but moan needily, your hands instantly find his head, your fingers dipping into his silky hair, pulling at the strands as you bite his lower lip hard making him grunt. His eyebrows scrunching as his tongue sneaks into your mouth in a harsh manner, one of his hands finding your neck to pull you even closer to him. Abruptly you end the kiss, one of your hands grips the collar of his shirt while the other holds his wrist to remove his hand from your neck.

“You're not the one in control tonight, Jakey.” Jacob feels his cock twitch at the mocking tone you used when you said his nickname that you so sweetly have given him. 

Your eyes are set on his, your expression as serious as never before. "Tonight, for once, you will obey." You said, your hand still clutching the collar of his t-shirt. To top it off, you use one of his most said lines against him, once again, mockingly, "You'll sit like a good boy, and take whatever I feel like giving you."

Jacob feels like his brain is short-circuiting, he never thought he would one day meet this side of you - bold, firm... dominant - God, he didn't even imagined this side of you existed. But he’s liking it, no, he’s loving it. So he gladly plays along, letting you handle him however the hell you please. 

Your first move is to stand up and make him sit in the same chair as before, the second is to disappear to go in search of the handcuffs that were part of your Halloween costume that you know are stored in some drawer of his desk. Jacob waits patiently, a tingling in his stomach due to adrenaline and anticipation, his fully hard cock leaking pre-cum still hidden in his boxers and pants.

Once you find the handcuffs and a roll of duct tape you head straight for Jacob. "Put your hands behind you." You demand and, although bewildered, Jacob obeys. 

The next thing you do is stand in front of him again, the roll of duct tape in one of your hands while the other slowly begins to lower the front zipper of your burgundy skin-tight lacey dress as you carefully take one step behind at a time. Jacob’s speechless, or not so much as he stutteringly questions, “W-What are you doing?” - Honestly, he thought you’d sit on his lap and ride him until he cried, so watching you walk backwards towards the worn out settee, not even remotely close to him, low-key freaked him out.

Instead of giving an instant (verbal) response, you roll your eyes and sigh with annoyance, muttering under your breath, “I knew I would need this.” 

The next thing Jacob knows is that you’re placing a piece of duck tape over his mouth while maintaining eye contact, your gaze transmitting him reassurance and calmness - silently letting him know that he does have the control and can ask you to stop whenever he feels like it.

Lovingly, you smile at him before pressing a kiss over the tape, Jacob hums in need, your lipstick leaving a stain behind. Now he is speechless for real. His eyes wide with confusion and surprise but excitement as well. His heart beating fast on his chest, his head shaking in disapproval and despair when your dress finally falls to the floor leaving you in front of his hungry eyes in nothing but a flimsy little thong. 

But the real, actual game begins when you sit back down on the settee and allow your hands to start exploring your body like nobody is watching you. You begin by placing your hands on the back of your neck and then passing them over your shoulders and slowly continuing to slide them over your skin, feeling the texture and warmth of it, enjoying yourself, loudly moaning when your palms come in contact with your perky nipples and tender areolas to provoke Jacob. You take your sweet time stimulating the area, softly pinching your nipples and holding your boobs up to then gently squeeze the doughy flesh. Your whole skin pricks as you throw your head back, your thighs spreading to show Jacob how wet you are. 

At the sight in from of him Jacob lets out a shaky breath through his nose, his body starts to fight to be freed from the handcuffs. His dick keeps twitching in his pants, the head throbbing, pre-cum leaking from the tip making a wet spot appear on his clothes. In frustration he throws his head back for a second, one of your hands holding your left boob while the other one slides up your naked thigh before finding your sex, the crotch of your thong drenched and barely covering your lips. Gently, you start to stimulate your clit, your walls instantly flutter at the stimulation. You keep on doing the same for a couple minutes before putting the thin fabric to the side and slowly slide two fingers in while seductively moaning and locking eyes with Jacob. 

Slow, you start to fuck yourself with your fingers as Jacob keeps struggling with the handcuffs, his hips bucking up into the air and the muscle of his thighs tensing. Desperately, he starts to babble behind the piece of duck tape, initially you decided to ignore him, but something in his gaze shifted making you pause your show. Gently you lower your legs and sit up straight, your cunt slightly sensitive and swollen, suddenly feeling exposed you wrap your arms around your chest to cover up your breasts as you stand up and walk up to Jacob to carefully remove the duck tape from his mouth.

In surrender, Jacob rests his forehead against your abdomen, regulating his breathing as your hand runs up and down his back. "I need you," he said, the tip of his nose brushing against the skin of your abdomen, his lips leaving a tender kiss just above your bellybutton, "I'll take anything, except not being able to feel you close to me." His words hit you hard, your heart sinking into your chest while simultaneously melting. You gently place your hands on the sides of his head to make him look up. His characteristic intense gaze that never fails to remind you why he’s the one who is in charge in bed most of the time - if not always - nowhere to be found. 

His eyes droopy and gleaming up at you with trust and adoration. 

For a moment, internally, you panic since this would be your first time dominating - you guess - someone, but panic is the last thing that will help so taking a deep breath you manage to regain your confidence. 

Your lips meet Jacob's, both of you smiling stupidly as you realize that some of the adhesive from the tape has gotten caught on his skin. "Can I sit on your lap?" you ask softly, Jacob immediately nods. Once settled you begin to kiss him again. The kiss is unhurried yet passionate, overflowing with the emotions trapped in the hearts of both. You kiss his lips as much as you desire, Jacob’s skin pricking when your warm tongue comes into contact with his own, he can’t help but moan against your mouth and melt into your embrace as your nails sensually scratch his scalp.

"Can I?” You question before unzipping his pants. Jacob nods again, this time adding a quiet, “Please.” As soon as your hand makes contact with his cock Jacob hisses, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you slowly start to stroke him using the pre-cum leaking from the tip as lube, then you spit on your hand so the slide is way smoother. The moment your fingers tighten around his width and the speed of your movements increases, Jacob chokes on a moan, the sound muffled against your skin. “Feels so good.” He praises in a strained voice before coming out of his hiding place on your neck to kiss your lips, this time his tongue being the one to invade your mouth. 

You take your sweet time edging him, going between fast movements to slower ones whenever he starts to squirm and his breathing begins to accelerate. Eventually Jacob stops fighting with the handcuffs and simply takes what he believes is a rightful and fair punishment. His eyes never leaving yours, silently begging you to let him cum, his pretty, pillowy lips agape the whole time as he tries his best to regulate his breath and calm his pumping heart down. “P-Please”, he begs, his voice barely coming out, “Please, I can’t hold it back anymore.” You hum, sweetly kissing the tip of his nose.

“Is that so?” You question teasingly, your hand slowing down once again making him sob, “Fine… I’ll let you cum.” You said, the next thing you hear is a loud gasp as your thumb starts stroking just bellow the head where the skin wraps around the shaft, the frenulum. 

And with that Jacob loses his mind. 

“You can let go. You’ve been good.” Jacob moans at the praise, eyebrows scrunching, eyes rolling back. He feels hot all over, lightheaded, his moans getting louder as he gets completely lost in the pleasure you’re proving to him, goosebumps arising on his skin when your fingers start to pick up pace, tightening around his shaft as your hand slides all the way to the base and comes back up all the way to the crown of the head, squeezing.  

Finally, Jacob feels relief as he comes in your hand. His hips bucking, body squirming, feet planted firmly against the ground, his stomach knotting as his abs tense. His brain shuts down for a second -a second that felt like getting to expend a day in heaven. 

Exhausted, with his thighs spread wide apart, Jacob lets his head rest on the edge of the chair's back. "Was it too much?” You question with a teasing tone. At the sound of your voice, Jacob lazily rolls his head to the side so he can see you, his world still spinning as he’s still trying to regulate his breathing. “You’re insane.” He says, breathless. You giggle, no trace of upsetting feelings. Your hand places itself on Jacob’s chest in a gesture you hope can be reassuring and loving enough as you wait for him to recover. 

You know he’s doing alright when his eyes begin to travel down your naked body, one of his eyebrows twitching up when his gaze meets your bare chest. “Ugh, I thought you’d be tired.” You commented, standing up to walk behind him and remove the handcuffs from his reddened wrists, as you do so you hear him say:

“Tiredness will never stop me from admiring your body.”

He’s looked good all day, walking around the hotel pool wearing nothing but black swimming shorts. At some point you even felt wary of the glances he received, some women blatantly ogled at him from head to toe while murmuring stuff - as if his hand wasn’t holding yours.

Recall the events of the evening makes your eyebrows furrow as you grab your toothpaste tube from your travel toiletry bag. 

You are so lost in your thoughts and the sight of his sexy, manly figure sculpted by Michelangelo himself, that you don't even recall having put the toothbrush in your mouth, if it hadn't been for seeing Jacob’s body tremble through the mirror as he laughs quietly, you wouldn't have gotten out of your head and would’ve continued staring at him, admiring him - and thinking about those ladies in bikinis that kept staring at your man.

Trying to feign innocence, knowing that Jacob is very much aware of the kind of thoughts crossing your mind, you turn your head to look at him, toothbrush still in your mouth - but looking at him only makes things worse as you distinguish in his brown eyes that spark of mischief that gleams in them whenever he gets in a mood. You’re quick to look ahead again, waiting a couple more seconds before spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth with water. 

Gently, you are drying your mouth with a cloth when you feel Jacob's hands on your waist. You freeze for a second, but recover and keep doing your nightly routine, trying your best to do damage control by ignore his presence. Jacob, on the other hand, is determined to fluster you, to get your attention back on him, he gives your flesh two firm squeezes while placing feather-like pecks on your right shoulder.

“Jacob…” you sigh, shivering when he starts to leave sloppy kisses and harmless little bits on the side of your neck. You know where this is going so you ask, "Aren't you tired?" Jacob smiles against your skin, stands up tall and straight then leaves a kiss on the back of your head before wrapping his arms around your middle. 

“Tired?” His nose buried in your hair, right next to your temple. His warm breath fanning across your scalp, lips caressing the shell of your ear as he says, “For you? Never.” His voice a little deeper than usual, slightly raspy. “I do am a bit tipsy, tho.” Giggling you question in a teasing tone, “Too many red mojitos?” Jacob hums, unbothered, too focused on leaving sloppy kisses behind your ear.

Butterflies flutter in your lower belly, a tingling sensation in your core. Your body temperature rising rapidly as Jacob gradually becomes shameless with his touches. You're wearing light, thin sleeping clothes which means access to your body is easy for his wandering hands - one of them sneaks between your thighs, palm pressed flat against your clothed sex. 

“I’ve barely touched you, love…” Jacob mutters provokingly, a mischievous smile on his face, chest full of pride after feeling that you have already seeped through the fabric of your panties. What an ego boost. You scoff, half annoyed by the unnecessary remark and half turned on by the shit eating grin on his face - but the “half” annoyance you felt and the comment you were about to make dissipate into nothing when two of his fingers find your clit. 

Now he's the one staring, studying your reflection in the mirror, loving the way your face contorts because of the pleasure he's providing you. "Don't stop them." Jacob gently demands - referring to the moans you're avoiding letting out, biting your lip to secure them inside your mouth. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your attitude,” Jacob whispers in your ear, his plump lips flat against the shell of your ear, goosebumps araise in your skin. “You know I only have eyes for you, darling.” 

His fingers speed up. You feel lightheaded, heat accruing up in your neck, nape and shoulders. His words are all that’s on your mind, replying over and over like a mantra, his name falling from your lips in quiet murmurs.

“Don’t need to worry, love”, you throw your head back and lean against his body. The movements of his fingers constant and firm as he rapidly draws you closer to the edge. Heat building up in your belly, like a time bomb, threatening to explode at any moment and spread waves of pleasure throughout the rest of your body. “I’m all yours.”

One gasp, you are almost there, you can taste your sweet release, body squirming, mouth agape, you’re not even trying to hold back your moans anymore, thighs starting to shake and then… you reach your high. 

It’s euphoric, blissful. So intense that you have to hold on to the edge of the sink and get on your tippy toes while bending forward. Your breath labored, legs feeling like jelly, knees weak, clit throbbing and twitching, your walls squeezing nothing, begging, sore from the need of being stretched.

From here, things only escalate. 

In a matter of seconds Jacob’s removed each article of clothing covering your body. His slightly calloused hands cup your breasts as his thumbs draw circles on your nipples making them go from soft to stiff, your skin crawling at the stimulation. Your head leaning on him as his mouth marks you his, reddish spots blooming on the skin of your shoulder and the base of your neck. 

You absolutely lose it when he grinds his hard-on on your ass while simultaneously nibbling on your earlobe. You feel dizzy, intoxicated by lust, your blood, flesh and bones buzzing with desire and excitement.

“Cobie…” You breathily call out his name, begging for more.

“I know,” - one peck on your neck, right on your pulse point - “I know, love” - one peck more on your cheek - “I need you as well.” Jacob nuzzles into your shoulder, “Should I eat you first?” The mere question makes you whine and arch your back, the thought of his soft, skillful tongue playing with your sopping cunt has your head spinning. 

You’d love for him to eat you out but-

“No.” Even you are surprised by the refusal. “I wanna suck your cock,” you say breathless, your sex gushing at your own words, “Please,” you moan, “I need your cock in my mouth so bad. Wanna make you feel good.”

The next thing you hear is the towel falling to the floor, the fabric pooling around Jacob's feet.

“As you wish, baby.” 

Once face to face with him, your gaze instantly drifts downward, finding his hand fisting his cock with gentle up and down moves. The tip, bright pink and leaking pre-cum, exposed to your hungry eyes. Your mouth waters at the sight. From the bulging veins in his hand to his flushed chest and reddish ears, a work of art. One that you are sure you’ll never get tired of seeing. 

An amused snort captures your attention making your eyes dart upward. With a sly smile on his face, he teases you, “You’re drooling all over the floor.” The apple of your cheeks heat up, although you're not quite sure if it's due to embarrassment or because of how aroused you're feeling. “Come on, get to work, baby.” Jacob commanded in a gentle, seductive tone, walking towards you with slow steps as he smears the pre-cum all over the sensitive head of his cock. “Make me feel good.”

You look down again, your mouth salivating even more than before. With no hesitation you drop to your knees in front of him.

Instantly, you take him in your hand and place his tip in your mouth. The pre-semen on the slit, a touch salty, comes into contact with your taste buds, mixing with the satisfaction of having your mouth full. Your eyes roll back as you moan around his shaft, your clit throbbing when Jacob breaths out a long, raspy moan, his right hand reaching out to pet your head. 

“So good, honey”, Jacob praises, balling a fist in your hair to pull you closer, to make you take more of him. 

His gaze fixed on you, brows furrowing as you pull back all the way to the head to take a deep breath, holding eye contact with him as you slowly slide your lips down his length, taking in your mouth every inch of his cock, even after your throat tightened letting you know you've reached your limit. 

Your teary eyes look up at him for a brief moment before he throws his head back, completely ecstatic. His hips begin to thrust gently - but you want more, you want to give him more, so you start to bob your head. Fast. Up and down. 

“Fuck…” Jacob whispers, moaning quite loud when he hears and feels you trying to control your gag reflex. 

You take a small break, enthusiastically fisting his cock as you look up at him and provokingly moan, “Am I being good, Sir?”, you question with glossy eyes and soft voice, spit running down the corners of your mouth, “Am I being a good girl?”

“Oh, baby.” Is all Jacob’s able to say in a strained voice, feeling weak at the knees for you, feeling lightheaded and incredibly aroused. “You’re always good to me, my love.” He praised. “So sweet, a real good girl.” He says, the back of his hand sliding down your cheek in a loving gesture.

The idea of ​​making him come, the idea of ​​his cum in your mouth, settles in your mind - like a nail drilled into a wall. 

With a clear goal, once again you slide your head back until only the tip is in your mouth and take the rest of him with your hands, clenching your fingers around the shaft as you adjust your position and begin to move your head and hands in a nearly erratic way. Jacob instantly looks down at you, taken aback by the intensity of your actions. Your eyes, teary but wide open, prettily looking up at him.

His own thoughts betray him. His mind projects images of the past encounters you’ve had, but what makes him lose his sanity is thinking about the first time he had you like this. Recalling such event makes him explode sooner than he would’ve liked. 

Your mouth opens wide as soon as you feel his seed get released right on your tongue- warm, whitish and slightly bitter from the sick amount of caffeine he ingests daily - but your hand keeps fisting his cock - as you want every. drop. to fall on your tongue. 

The intense orgasm sends a ripple of arousal down his spine causing his hips to abruptly thrust against your mouth making you gag. A raspy moan comes from deep within him as he throws his head back, his eyes roll back, jaw slack, breath labored and heart pumping like crazy, chest rising and falling aggressively, his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat.

His collarbones protrude with every breath that he lets out and his face’s contorted in a gorgeous way, perfectly expressing how he’s feeling at the moment - absolutely demolished by the intensity of his orgasm.

As you swallow you notice that a bit of cum is stuck at the tip, you cannot allow such waste so you lick a straight line from the base to the tip, tracing with your tongue the thick, bulging vein on the underside of his length. 

Your fingers close around the head and squeezing tight. Your free hand goes to explore places further down. Jacob chokes on a sob, for a second he feels his soul leave his body as you gently massage and squeeze his balls while suctioning on the sensitive tip of his cock making sure to milk him dry, to clean every trace of his seed off of him.

"Baby… love.” Jacob begs in a raspy, tired tone. 

Finally, you free him from your mouth and hands and stand up, but not before pressing a loud smooch against the head - which makes Jacob laugh sheepishly. 

When you’re back on your feet, knees red and slightly sore and numb, you find him hiding his face with his hands. If duality were a man, it would be Jacob - no doubt. Your heart flutters at the sight and you can’t help but giggle lovingly.

Hearing your giggles, pure happiness, makes Jacob spreads his fingers - creating a gap so he can see you through it, not daring to show you his flushed self. Ears red and cheeks bright pink.