The Limo Driver (part two)
Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SMUT. Like, a lot. Can Jake on his knees count as a warning?
Summary: It's night, it's raining and reader just wants to sleep, until she doesn't anymore.
Words: 7700+
Notes: Sooooo, I'm sorry, it took me a little longer than planned but here it is, I really hope you like it. And thank you all so much for your comments, always brighten my day.
Specially dedicated to my dearest moon emoji anon who made me feel really good about this one <3
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Soโฆ youโve been thinking about it. Well, you canโt stop. Of course you canโt. He kissed you once and you spent six months half in lovโOk, no. Wait, what? No. Half hooked up on him you mean. Three-quarters stupid. Completely insane. But not half in that. No.
Uh, whatever. Itโs only been a day, a couple of hours. Itโs way too recent. So itโs normal for your mind to keep on spinning the matter. And the eyes, and the voice, and the fingers. Itโs driving you crazy, to be honest. The feel of them on your throat, on your hips, on your mouthโฆ inside of you. You barely slept last night, your mind keeps taking you back through every fucking second of it without even trying. And then you can almost hear his voice calling you preciosa in that way he does and everything starts to heat up. That good, nice heat thatโs so easy to get lost on.
But thereโs also the bad one. The focalized heat that sets upon your chest like a weight is pressing down on you, making breathing a little bit harder. Thatโs the one you felt when you walked out last night. And youโve been feeling it every time you think about what you said, and what he didnโt. Thatโs the part youโre trying to avoid. Yet it comes to mind anyways. Itโs pretty fucking unfair.
And itโs pretty fucking ridiculous too because how come that after all that has happened, all the time you two have shared, all the things he has done you still canโtโฆ figure him out? It doesnโt make any sense. How does someone thatโs so incredibly hermetic make you feel you can read him just by looking him in the eyes when you actually donโt know anything about him at all? Does he do it on purpose? Is it a calculated move or is he somehow unable toโ
โAnd youโre doing it again. Thinking about it non-stop. You called in sick needing a night away from the restaurant, from Jakeโs stupid chair and that stupid bathroom that has been giving you palpitations just by the thought of going in and this is how you spend it. You had planned to cook a nice dinner, watch a movie, water your barely-alive plants, do a beginner's yoga class on Youtube, and maybe even finish reading that book that has been dusting on your nightstand. But no, here you are. Already in pajamas, all youโve done (besides eating yesterdayโs leftovers) is sit on the couch contemplating how time passes with the rain and Viejitaโs soft meowing in the background. Is procrastination the root of all your problems? Maybe it is.
Or maybe itโs just time to get up and do what you do best: sleep. Give your body the rest your mind refuses to get. You impulse yourself out of the couch to go and take Viejita with you. Cuddling with her makes it all better. No more stupid Jake thinking. You let your ear guide you, sheโs right next to the window. She had never complained about the rain before and as she feels you getting closer she even starts scratching the glass.
โHey, baby, Itโs just a little rain,โ you mutter, petting her and trying to calm her down until you rest your eyes on what she is staring at down the street.
What the fโHe canโt justโThereโs no fucking way.
Youโre not sure. You just live on the third floor but itโs dark outside. The street light barely lights anything at all. And the rain makes it even harder to see. Yet the outline of the limousine is clearly visible, and so is the figure leaning against it. But it canโt be. Youโve always thought Jake is unusual in every little thing he does but this? He wouldnโt be crazy enough to be waiting under the rain without a fucking umbrella and without even ringing the bell to your apartment, just expecting somehow you knew he would be there, right? That would be insane. It must be a weird coincidence. Some other limo driver who's waiting for someone else hereโฆ in this neighborhood? Weird, yet not impossible.
But then he looks up straight at your window and your heart jumps inside your chest as you instinctively hurry back into the shadows, where he canโt see you.
Fuck, it is him.
What the fuck? He knows your apartment is on the third floor, youโve told him. Youโve told him the number. Youโve told him everything, for fuckโs sake. It's not like you want him to come up to your house knocking on the door in the middle of the night but what is he doing? At this point, youโre sure he purposefully finds the way to do the least expected, most incomprehensible thing in every fucking little thing he does. It must be his lifeโs motto: โNo matter what, always find a way to stress the shit out of the people in my lifeโ.
Heโs an idiot, thereโs no doubt of it. The thing is: are you an idiot? Well, yeah. You just saw him outside your place and your heart is already a beat away from a fucking heart attack. But you should try not to be an idiot anymore. You shouldn't go down. Make it clear you said itโs over for good. He definitely saw you, he would get it, and thenโฆ and then he would leave. Forever. Yeah, thatโs what you should do.
Butโฆ goodbyes are a good thing too, right?ย
Closure and all that stuff. Talk things out, even if it sounds unlikely with someone like Jake. You can give it a chance. Aโฆ friendly goodbye. Ok, yeah. Sounds good. And it is the right thing in this type of situation, grown-up shit. A goodbye, thatโs all.
You take one last look at the street just in case youโve lost your mind and youโve imagined the whole thing, but heโs still right there. Arms crossed, leaning against the limo and probably soaking fuking wet.
โYour dadโs an idiot, Viejita,โ you say to the little black beast before taking her in your arms to leave her on her favorite cushion on the sofa. She settles down, pleased and exhausted as if she's accomplished a hard job.
You grab your keys next to the mirror at the entrance.ย
Just a goodbye.
โโบโโ โพโโบโโ
The bone-chilling air hits you as soon as you step out of the building but seeing him is what makes you stop dead in your tracks for a second. You couldnโt see it up from your floor but heโs wearing his usual type of clothes, not the casual ones that somehow felt so out of place on him yesterday. Now the familiarity of the white shirt, the jacket, and the hat gives you a naive sense of comfort you try to dismiss away. As if this one were more of your Jake than it was yesterday. Stupid, heโs not more of anything and itโs just clothes.
A white shirt, a jacket, and a hat that are drenched, by the way. Which reminds youโ
โWhat the fuck are you doing in the rain? Are you insane?โ
Instead of answering he just looks at you and opens the limoโs door. Silently asking you to get in.
Ok, wellโฆ. you didn't think this through. You only thought about coming down, not actually getting into his car. But, you guessโฆ thereโs no other option. You came here to say your friendly goodbye, after all. Canโt do it in the rain, just like that. And a veil of water drops is already setting in your clothes, you can feel some of the fabric clanging into your body. Another thing you didnโt think through is the worn-out sweatpants you came out with, the old shirt that has somehow become a pajama shirt, and your lack of a bra underneath.
Fuck it.
When you slide into the car you notice how spacious the limousine is yet it surprises you how it does not seem to be room for many people. There are only two rows of red leather seats facing each other. So much space for so few passengers. In order to be more private and luxurious, you guess. It makes you think about the people he drives for. Might he be just as serious and inaccessible as youโve seen him be with basically everyone else? Or might he show his weird uncharismatic charisma as he has done with you? The latter doesnโt sound so good, for some reason.
You stop nosing around when you feel him sitting next to you a little bit closer than the spacious seat needs. You were right. He's drenched and most likely ruining the luxurious leather of the luxurious car, but he doesn't seem to care as he turns his whole body and attention towards you.
โIs it every day or once every six months with you? No in-betweens?โ You blurt out, cornered by the closeness of his body.
Fuck, friendly goodbye. Friendly.
โSorry. I take that back,โ you mumble, thinking your next words before you pronounce them this time. โWhy didnโt you ring the bell to my apartment?โ
โItโs late. I saw the lights on but thought you might have fallen asleep. Didnโt want to disturb you. You work too much, preciosa,โ he answers calmly, his voice softer than you ever heard before. Not in a submissive way but in a disarmingly appeasing tone as if he had come here disarmed, without any shields. Exactly the opposite of how you feel right now. You move back in the seat trying to get as far as you can get in the restricted space. Soft raspy melting voices shouldnโt cause claustrophobia.
โAnd if I had been sleeping what would you have done? Wait till I wake up tomorrow?โ You throw it out half as a joke, but immediately you realizeโ
He doesnโt even have to answer to know thatโs the truth. He had come here to see you and wouldnโt have left until he did.
โDo you always get what you want? Is that how things work for you?โ
โIf things worked out for me this wouldnโt be the first time I see you outside work,โ he says replies, lifting his hat and running a hand through his hair. And to your disbelief, he puts it back with a sigh like he didn't even realize the damn thing is soaking fucking wet just like the rest of his clothes are. He should take it all off before he catches a cold. Ha, go on. Keep thinking of him without his clothes on. Good idea. โSpeaking of which, you know what am I thinking?โ
โAre you kidding me?โ You snort, turning towards him, as shocked by your train of thought as by the audacity of his question. โI never know what youโre thinking,โ you whisper, taken aback by the fact that he still doesnโt understand how little you understand him. At all. Thatโs the whole point here.
โThatโs weird, Iโve always felt you can see right through me,โ he mutters, frowning at you as if you had any fault in that absurd idea. Stupid Jake. His voice sounds sincere but you chose not to even give it a second thought, canโt allow yourself that right now. Not with the purpose you came here for.
So you cross your arms and frown back at him, refusing to answer anything at all. But he mirrors you, crossing his arms and resting his back against the seat.
God, this is so stupid. Youโre so mad at him but canโt help smiling when the stare competition last a little too long. Itโs infuriating. And so ridiculous. You came here to say goodbye, why are you smiling?ย
โWhat are you thinking?โ You ask, defeated.
A crooked smile forms on his lips in victory, but he quickly brushes away with his thumb.
โIโm thinking you look pretty fucking good here like this,โ he says taking a look at your body, his eyes somehow soft and dark on equal parts. You try to ignore the effect his tone produces under your skin.
โIn pajamas on your limousine?โ
โYeah, itโs a sight,โ he breathes lowly, uncrossing his arms and getting a little bit closer. You canโt take it.
โStopโdon't do that, please.โ
He waits for you to continue.
โThat thing you do,โ you explain reluctantly. โYou make it sound like youโre joking but it feels like you are telling the truth. Itโs confusing. Tell me what you are really thinking for once.โ
โIโm telling you in every way I know.โ
The words are out of his mouth like a caress and the way heโsโNo, no, no. Focus. Heโs flirting his way out. Get to the point.ย
โSo? Did you come here to say goodbye?โ
โWhy would I say goodbye?โ He retorts like you had asked him the most bizarre question possible.
โBecause we are not seeing each other again, I told you itโs over.โ
โOh, itโs over? So what are you doing here?โ
โWould you have left if I didnโt come down? Iโm saving you from pneumonia. Youโre welcome.โ
He shakes his head, a reproachful gleam in his eyes but then he exhales and lets it go. He looks out the window for a moment and then back at you. Outside, the rain pounds harder.
โI came to say that Iโmโฆ Iโm sorryโ
โOh, thatโs a first. What for?โ
You cross your legs and he follows the movement. Then he shifts in his seat once more, trying to find comfort.
โIโm sorry that I didnโtโThat I left without saying anythingโIโฆ I just disappeared. Iโm sorry. I understand why youโre angry. If it had been you I wouldโveโIโm sorry.โ
Heโs struggling so much one would think this is the first time he apologizes for something in his life. It cracks your walls a little bit, but stillโ
โWhy didnโt you say anything?โ
โI just had to go and then I couldnโt come back.โ
โHow so?โ
โIโฆ Iโm not able to control my time as I used to, just when is necessary.โ
Oh. You werenโt important enough to come and let you know he was going to disappear for six fucking months.
โYeah I get that, you didnโt need to be here,โ you grunt moving to get out of the car but he moves from his seat, catching your hand before you even get to touch the handle.ย
โLet me go, you asshole!โ
You try to push him back but in half a second heโs resting his knees on the floor as his hands take yours on a soft grip at each side of your hips. Heโs caging you between his body and the seat. And even when your body keeps attempting to get out of the car, the intense heat that radiates out of his body makes you wonder how his wet clothes arenโt fucking steaming.
โWait, waitโhey, wait, stop,โ he says soothingly, his voice not a bit altered by the force with which you are trying to push him. His left-hand find that soft spot on the side of your neck, drawing your attention to his dark eyes. You lose a little bit of your strength. โListen to me. Youโre angry, I know. Take it out on me. Youโll feel better.โ
What?
Your heartbeat buzzes in your ears and you feel a little lightheaded. This is the first time heโs looking up to you instead of the other way around. Maybe that's what causes that slight desperate effect in his deep brown eyes, the look that the last speaker of an extinguished language would have. Condemned to never truly communicate with anyone else. And the way he looks kneeled in front of you, surrounded, as if he would let you do anything to him right now. Take it out on me, he said. Is he expecting you to hit him or something?
โThatโs not how things work, Jake. Iโm not gonna turn you into myโฆ human stress relief ball. You just told me you donโt need this. And I wanna make that call too. So, thatโs it. Youโre an idiot but weโre good. Now move and let me go. Itโs ok, itโs over just like Iโโ
โNo, itโs not. Stop that,โ he says all frown and serious, and then a little softer.ย โAnd thatโs not what I meant. But let me apologize. I wanna make you feel good, baby. Then the rest. Let me have you happy and relaxed first.โย
โWhat?โThatโs n-notโWe should talkโ
โOh, so you came here to talk not to say goodbye?โ
โAre you serious?โ
โSorry,โ he says in an innocent tone like he regrets it but he's actually smiling, the widest smile you've ever seen on him yet. A happy smile. The desperate glimmer turned into triumph. He knows you just gave in, he knows heโs won this one. God, you hate him. Stupid Jake.
โDonโtโโ take off my slipper, you try to say. But heโs already taking the other one. You really didnโt think about your outfit at all before walking out of your apartment tonight. Whatever. Focus. โWhat did you mean then, explain it to me. You gotta give me something here because I donโt want to do this anymore, Jake. Not like this.โ
He holds your eyes for a moment and then he leans forward, resting his forehead against your knee. One hand slowly making his way up over your calve, the other rolling up the fabric to expose the skin. It takes him a minute to speak again.
โIโฆ I donโt have control overโI donโt really have aโI just do what needs to be done. Thatโs the purpose of me. Thatโs all I do. I prevent things from happening and if they happen I resolve them. Iโฆ survive, I guess. And this is how itโs been for as long as I can remember. Itโs okโit was, it was ok. It was until one night instead of going to a shitty bar like I always do I decide for some fucking reason to go into that damn 24/7 breakfast and you happened. I didnโt like it, at first, because I knew right there that it wasnโt going to be enough. I already wanted more. I tried to stop it but I kept going and going. You were always there. Lighting things up. Of course, I kept wanting more. Itโs never enoughโ.
While he was speaking his fingertips were gently caressing your calf, his cheek word by word tracing the side of your leg, seeking the reassurance feeling of skin against skin but as soon as the last sentence is pronounced his mouth starts giving open mouth kisses to every inch of uncovered skin it finds on its way and youโre scared your heart may stop working it all. Itโs the feel of his tongue in that sensitive spot in the back of your knee, his left hand slowly exploring the length of your thigh but mostly his words and that impenetrable wall finally beginning to break down.
You werenโt expecting this. You thought he was going to come up with a half-true half-joke excuse that you were going to resist not believing in. And then get the courage to walk away just like you had planned. But this is different. You know this is different. You know he meant it. You know for the way he was so evidently struggling to find the right words, the hoarseness on every one of them as if his body were still trying to keep them locked deep inside. This is him. This is what youโve been asking for. But stillโ
โThe thing is youโre changing things for me, preciosa. I know Iโm not made for this. Iโm fucked up, I am. Iโm not good. And on top of that, thereโs not much I can offer you. Iโve nothing. And I canโt even take care of a damn cat without having it all fall over. Iโm not even close to being good enough for you. You deserve better, you doโbut Iโm still hereโฆ if you want me. And even if you donโt, I would still be here, waiting.โ
Itโs raining properly now, hammering on the roof of the limousine. The furious rhythm of hundreds of drops almost synchronized with the rapid beat of your heart. His thumb hooked over the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling until your hip is exposed. Your breath caught in your throat.
โYou deserve better but Iโm selfish now. If anything is your fault, you turned me into this. I want you for my own,โ he mutters, leaning in to kiss the skin of your lower stomach. You canโt help but gasp at the contact, heโs barely touched you and you already can feel the wetness dripping out of you. โWill you let me have you?โ
Heโs looking you straight into your eyes now, he hadnโt done it since he started speaking, and you can see how much he just gave you. Youโve learned to know him, somehow. Not in the way one learns to read deciphering signs on a page but in the way our eyes become accustomed to darkness after some time. Groping and stumbling youโve learned some parts of him, his outline. Thatโs how you know heโs asking for way more than heโs letting on. You have the feeling that saying yes to him involves a lot more than saying yes to somebody else. The feeling that whatever it is heโs asking from you might consume you and leave you heartbroken afterward. But thatโs not the hold-up.
The thing is, you want more, you want to see him in full light. You want him for your own too. But you need to understand him. Fully. You won't give yourself up without having him first.ย
โYou want me to beg? Iโll beg if you want me to, but then Iโll be the one taking it out on you later,โ he threats when you donโt answer for a while, all teasing voice and mischief glimmer, heโs back to the playful Jake you know so well. A little too long of silence and his defenses go up again.
You donโt think heโll keep spilling truths voluntarily but now that youโve heard some of them you want more. Youโve become addicted. You need more. But how?
And how are you supposed to think while he keeps playing with the waistband of your pants? Fuck, unlessโHe just acted on your terms, revealing himself just like youโve asked him to. Now is your turn. You probably will get immediately caught up on it, but you can try.
You need to play it his way then.ย
He sees the change on your face and a spellbound gleam forms in his eyes.
โShow me how it would feel,โ you whisper and you donโt need to say it twice.
As soon as the words are out of your mouth the sweatpants are out of your legs. Once he has you only in your t-shirt and your panties he leans back a little bit observing you from head to toe, lingering his eyes on yours, on the contour of your hardened nipples and the wet patch of your panties, as if he wanted to burn the image in his memory, the pervert. Well, you canโt judge, you are the same. Admiring how the white wet shirt clings to his torso, wrapping him like hard candy. You may as well lick himโfuck, focus. Focus.
When he starts to slowly take off your panties you manage to find your voice again.
โI canโt believe Iโm letting you undress me on the street.โ
โYouโre letting me undress you in my car, itโs hot. And its got tinted glasses, and itโs dark outside and youโre with me, bonita,โ he answers absently, focused on the delicate movement of the silky material as it slides down your legs. You can't mock him at the implication that you're safe with him though, you know it's true. Youโve felt it from the first day.
Once your panties reach your ankles he carefully removes them to put them in the pocket of his pants. Again, pervert. You ignore the need to clench your thighs together at the gesture and decide to tease him about it. He deserves it. And itโs what has worked the best so far. Pushing his buttons itโs what had you moaning in the fucking bathroom of your workplace anyways.
โTo remember me?โ You ask as innocently as you can.
But heโs done with it. He pins you with his gaze, raising a thick eyebrow at you.
โWhy would I need reminding, exactly?โ
โBecause this is the last time.โ
โWhat did I just say? Stop that. Donโt make me say it again. You know itโs not enough, preciosa. You know it.โ His lips back to your legs, his voice still annoyed but so soft you donโt think you hear right: โWill never be.โ
For the sake of your own heart, you rather believe you misheard.
He opens your legs a little bit further and thenโ
โFuck, baby.โ He sounds so wrecked, you feel weak. You were supposed to do something, what was it? โVoy a despertar soรฑรกndote por el resto de mi puta vida.โ
โThatโs not fair, you know I donโt understand. And tell meโฆ tell me more about yourself first, please.โ
โThereโs not much to tell. And Iโd like to do something else with my tongue right now.โ
โWhatโs your favorite movie?โ
โI mean, if I could record this right nโโ
โJake.โ
โWhichever youโd like to watch with me, bonita.โ
โYou drive for a living?โ
โThatโs how I earn some money, yeah. Stop torturing me.โ
โBut youโre not just a driver, are you?โ
โNo, Iโm not.โ
โAnd is thatโฆdangerous?โ
โNot to you. I promiseโ
โAre you in danger?โ
โIโm in danger of dying as a thirsty man here.โ
โWhatโs your last name?โ
โLockley. Come on, baby, don't make me go crazier than I already am.โ
โLockleyโฆ Jake Lockley.โ That catches his attention back to your mouth for a second. โWhatโs your favorite hobby?โ
โThis,โ he says sliding you effortlessly to the edge of the seat. You feel his breath near your core and you know youโre losing it. Shit, why were you doing this? Why are you delaying it when you want it so badly? Oh, right, youโ
โJake, wait,โ you breathe. โI need more. I need to understand.โ
โThen pay attention, preciosa.โ
His mouth finds your inner thigh and heโs so close. So close. You wonโt hold back anymore. You canโt. Your hand finds his shoulder just to hold onto something but fuck. Heโs still in his wet clothes. He canโt stay like this. You gather the little willpower you have left to push him back. You expect some sort of resistance but he moves back with no effort on your part. Take it out on me, is this what he meant?
The way he raises his gaze is enough to set your blood on fire. He looks at you as if heโs about to say fuck it all and push you back to have his way with you mixed with genuine curiosity about what are you going to do next. Submission hanging by a thread.
โTake off your jacket.โ
He holds your gaze for a moment and then he does it. Fuck, the power trip you're feeling right now. It feels pretty fucking good having him listening to you like that. More.
โNow your shirt.โ
He sighs and begins to unbutton it, somehow amused by how much you're pushing it. Did he just unblock a new kink for you?
Once the shirt is discarded somewhere on the floor of the limo you lean forward to take off his hat. Is soaking wet just like his hair is underneath. And of course, you canโt resist. You take a moment to run a hand through his curls all the way down to his nape until your hand is resting on his shoulder again. He looks so fucking hot like this. You bite the urge to confess it, instead, you lean back and open your legs a little further, an invitation.
โYou can go on, now.โ
The little smile heโs trying to bite back makes your stomach flutter. You decide to tease him a little bit more.
โI mean, if you donโt want toโฆโ you concede, beginning to close your legs but you barely get to move an inch before he dives right in andโ
Fucking heaven.
You loudly gasp at the feeling of the wet heat of his mouth dragging over the folds of your pussy, his groan sending shivers from your core through your whole body. Fuck, itโs too good. Itโs too good. When his tongue swirls around your clit your brain short-circuits having at the same the time the urge to push him away and push him impossibly closer. As your hand finds his curls you realize your body has chosen the latter. The movement pleases him, you can feel his smile against you.
โSo fucking good,โ he mutters, barely pulling back as you feel the movement of his lips with each word. Your hips move forward anyway, chasing the delicious contact.
Fuck, youโre already on the edge. His mouth is giving you everything without holding anything back. Fixed on wreck you from the beginning, desire running through your abdomen.
โOh, fuck. Jake, IโIโm gonnaโโ
โEyes on me, preciosa.โ Is all he says but your mind is gone, every cell in your body focused on the sweet hot pleasure thatโs rushing to you core. Your head falls back against the seat as the shocks of ecstasy flow through you, your whines chanting his name, your hand holding thigh to his hair, your cunt clenching hard around nothingโhis mouth not leaving you for a second, drowning in you.
When your legs twtich a little too much one hand holds your hips down hard into the seat to ensure you keep still but heโs not stopping, heโsโ
Heโsโ
Two long, thick fingers slid in and out of you as Jakeโs mouth goes up, focusing on your swollen clit, licking and sucking and his eyesโ
Fuck, you canโt. You canโt. You canโt.
His gaze is so deep and strong, melting your fucking bones. Youโve never been seen like that, never.
โKeep your eyes on me or Iโll keep going until you let me see.โ
You canโt help but clench at his words, a whine escaping your lips. He feels it.
โMmm, would you like that?โ
Itโs too much, too intense. The free fall never stops inside of you. And you canโt even move away from it. You just have to take it the way he wants to.
His tongue swirls, his fingers curl and you completely lose yourself in the pleasure ripping you from the inside. Your sense of gravity changes to where his wet hot mouth keeps taking everything you have to give. His fierce brown eyes the only thing keeping you grounded.
โThatโs it. Look at you, so fucking pretty baby,โ Jake says in that dark rich voice you love so much, and though he keeps praising you youโre too gone to even hear anymore. All you can do is lay back against the seat of his limo until your heart stops booming in your ears and air reintegrates into your lungs again.
When feeling comes back to your numb body you find one of his hands massaging the back of your neck, the other moving from your collarbone towards that spot that keeps beating strong under his touch. He keeps his warm palm right there in your heart and fuck, heโs still kneeling in front of you, looking at you with Am I forgiven eyes and you know this is not healthy, this is not how things should be, yet all you want to do is to close your own eyes because you know theyโre answering him yes, yes you are. Instead, you lower your head to brush your lips into his, an invitation that makes his body go so pliant on you when you grab him and take him up with you, maneuvering him until youโre on his lap and you can finally kiss him like youโve wanted since the moment you met him.
That first kiss six months ago was tentative and stiff, it felt like he was trying to stop himself but his body wouldnโt respond to his rational wishes, like his mouth was moving against all his fucking will. Yesterdayโs kisses were dark and possessive, every movement of his tongue deliberately planned to have you whining at his mercy.
This one is completely different. This time itโs you whoโs leading the way. This time itโs you whoโs showing him that the despair thatโs so evident in the glimmer of his eyes is the same thatโs hidden deep down in your chest. And you know, you know, that the moan that sips out of him when you cradle each side of his face and your tongue clashes into his is because he understands what your body is saying to him. He knows.
And it may be minutes or hours, all youโre conscious of is the constant pattering of the rain against the roof of the car, your own taste in his mouth, the way he pushes you closer every time you bite his lower lip, his fingers under your t-shirt caressing the small of your back, tracing your ribs and digging in your hips, the warmth of his skin, the hard muscle underneath, his damp curls when you run your nails through his head, those dark sounds that come out of his throat when you rock against the bulge inside his pants, the slow, steady bone-melting rhythm that completely intoxicates you until you need more, more, more.
And you know he does too.
He takes off your shirt in one swift motion. You feel something icy at the center of your collarbone but you donโt even have time to process it because suddenly your breast is in his hot wet mouth and his teeth are gently nipping the flesh there and then his tongue swirls against your nipple andโ
You needโyouโre overwhelmed by the need to have him as delirious as he has you right now.
You push him back into the seat and heโs immediately calling you preciosa and complaining but you are already kissing him, shutting him up, and undoing the zipper of his pants. He growls in your mouth when you palm the outline of his cock over his underwear, your walls clench hard in anticipation. And then he shivers when you slowly run your nails throughout his length over the fabric and you know youโre fucked. You will crave this feeling for the rest of your life.ย The feeling of having Jake Lockley trembling with pleasure underneath you. An instant addiction.
You take his hard cock out and you and you don't even give him time to pull his pants out or take them off before youโre rubbing your slit against his length. Utterly and unashamedly desperate.
โFuck, baby,โ he mutters in your mouth, his tight and raspy voice making you throb in need, his muscles tense under your hands. โFeels soo good, doesnโt it? This is how it will feel like, everything, every fucking time.โ
He pushes back a little to look at you. You know heโs talking about what you answered when he asked to have you. Show me how it would feel. You know this is his way to push for an answer. A confirmation that youโre his. But instead of trying to find those words hidden somewhere in your chest you get lost in his deep brown eyes and you realize that all those moments when he looked at you like he wanted to crawl under your skin your eyes must have looked at him just the same way.
โWill you let me have you?โ The question leaves your lips this time, yet no words come out of his mouth but a breathless choked sound as if youโve punched him in the gut. Instead, he just grabs the side of your neck and glares at you with something profound that could be anger or devotion, or maybe both. And then heโs kissing you, his tongue fighting yours, how dare you is saying. A hand on your hip lifts you up enough so that he can line himself up at your entrance and just when you begin to feel that pressureโ
โIf we are doing this youโre not allowed to leave again without warning, Ok? Itโs cruel,โ you blurt out without thinking, your helpless heart rising to the surface, exposing itself despite your efforts.
โOk,โ he answers, his voice torn and low, as solemnly as he can with your cunt torturously dripping the length of his cock. You look down, ready to feel him inside but he grabs your chin and makes you look at him again. โAnd youโre not allowed to say you hate me. Ever again. I mean it. Ok?โ
โOr?โ
โOr Iโll fuck your pretty little brains out until I have you begging me to stop but I wonโt until Iโm sure youโve completely forgotten the damn fucking word. Ok?โ He pulls at your hair for emphasis and you have to fight down the moan that threatens to leave your throat with the gesture.
โOk,โ you answer out of breath, obediently.
โGood,โ he praises, soothing your scalp with his fingertips. Then, cheeky again. โWhat am I allowed to?โ
โYouโre allowed to ring the bell to my apartment, for once.โ You laugh but thenโ
He holds your hips as he slowly begins to slide his cock in, gently and steadily but fuck.
Holy fuck.
Youโre so wet thereโs barely any resistance bet heโs long and thick and the stretch feels like heโs gonna break you in half. The strong grip of your hands on his shoulders makes him stop before he can go any further.
โYouโll get used to me,โ he gasps in your temple. โFuck, such a tight fucking pussy, baby. But Iโll make you get used to me. All of you.โ
โShut up and just keep going, for fuckโs sakeโ
โRelax on me, preciosa. I donโt wanna hurt you,โ he whispers in your ear, his fingers caressing every inch of skin he can find, his tongue licking the pulse in your neck. โRelaxโฆMmm, thatโs it. Yeah, like that.โ
It takes a little.ย The expert grip on your hips makes you sink into him so, so slowly every inch of him steals a whine out of you but you know itโs driving him fucking crazy too. Heโs breathing hard, the muscles in his abdomen jump at the slightest shift of your hips, and a faint film of sweat appears on his neck. It makes you wanna lick him. But you get distracted by how good and how deep it feels and how his hands move from your hips to a playful hold on your throat, until they fall flat on the seat.
โYou can go on, now,โ he returns your words, a cheeky little grim forming in the corner of his lips as he leans back on the seat. Leaving you to it. Your heart swells at the wrecked and joyful gleam of his eyes.ย
You try to say something smart and snarky at him but his cock is buried deep inside of you and you canโt think of anything else, to be honest. You lift yourself up and down, tentatively, the burning so good it has so gasping.
โFeels good, baby? Feels so right, doesnโt it? You know why it feels so right, donโt you? You understand it.โ
You pick up your pace, oblivious of his words, trying to suppress the hidden emotion behind every roll of your hips. You donโt want to hear those words, you donโt need to. Not now. But he keeps goingโ
โYou have no idea all the times a woke up this,โ he breathes, his hands finding your hips again. Unable to stay away for too long. โPreciosa lurking me with her smart mouth and her โfuckโ her pretty smile. Letting me punish her for being too good for me.โ
He makes you clench hard around him. You canโt help it. Itโs his words, the idea.ย
โMmm, youโd like that. Iโd like that too. I could spank you for every time you wouldnโt leave my fucking head, for distracting me,โ he growls grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing it. โHow red would your ass be then, huh?โ
His hand goes up to hold your hip again. And now heโs thrusting into you. Reaching places you couldnโt reach yourself, so fucking deep.ย
โI could edge you to tears for doing this to me.โ The pad of his thumb finds your clit and you whine his name in response. The shots of ecstasy are growing fast and intense. Youโre gasping, heโs breathing hard. And to your surprise, he keeps talking. โI could have you screaming forโforโโ
Before he was forcing himself to get the truth out, struggling to answer your questions with honesty. But now itโs flowing out of him, a little bit of truth with every thrust of his hips. Every word sticking deep into your heart.
โFuck, I missed youโฆ my whole body felt it evenโeven when I wasn't myself.โ
God, you canโt even process each sensation. And his scent is concentrated in that soft spot on the side of his neck, it makes you dizzy. Youโre so out of yourself, so overflowed with sensations and desire, that you only notice youโre running your tongue down the skin of his throat when growls and holds you impossibly closer, just like you wanted.
Is too much. Everything. This isโyouโve never felt anything like this before. Like the whole ground is disappearing under you. All you can do is hold onto Jake, one hand on his shoulder the other on his nape, your face buried in his neck. But heโs asking you something, his voice softer than before.
โDo you understand?โ
But youโre too lost on it. You canโtโYour movements start to grow impatient, fast, and erratic. The hot melting pleasure is close once more. But not close enough.
โPreciosa, answer me.โ
You keep clinging to him, refusing to do anything but chase the feeling. Youโre almost there, almost there, youโreโ
Youโre suddenly on your back, his body hovering over yours, both of your hands taken behind you, arching you and maintaining you exposed. Making it impossible to hide away. His hand is on the side of your neck, his eyes piercing through you. Heโs expecting the same sincerity he has given you tonight. Heโs done what youโve been asking him this whole timeโbroken down the wall between you two. Why are you so scared to take what was behind it? Because itโll consume you. It already is. And you know if he disappears againโIf he disappears after all this everything it would be so, so much worse. Itโs too much risk. Itโs all too much. You canโtโ
But fuck, he looks so lost in you.ย
โTell me, do you understand now?โ
At this point, you couldn't lie even if you tried. Your heart is on the surface.
โYes, yeah. I-I do. Me too, Jake.โ
โFuck, mรญa.โ He groans between desperate kisses on your mouth, then becomes a prayer that escapes from his lips with every needier, sloppier thrust of his hips. โMรญa, mรญa, mรญaโฆโ
Your whole body tenses under him then the pleasure rips you from the inside, making you scream this time. The hard squeeze of your cunt enough to push him to the edge. He grinds his cock as deep as he can against something that makes you sob and then heโs cumming, hard. You feel his body shuddering above and you want to see every second of it but everything goes blurry.
โโบโโ โพโโบโโ
Somehow, you find yourself on his lap again. Your whole body a dead weight against him. Your head tugged in the curve of his neck. His hands moving up and down along your back.
Your body is tired yet the adrenaline is still running through your veins. You can feel it buzzing somewhere inside, thatโs why you are surprised when your voice comes out as a whisper.
โIf you disappear again I swear that Iโโ
โI wonโt. I canโt.โ
You push back to look into his eyes in search of any sign that may tell otherwise, but you donโt find any.
โI wonโt be long gone. Iโll be back soon,โ he reassures, running his fingertips from your neck to your collarbone, his lips gently tracing your jawline. โApenas pude aguantarme esta vez. No soy tan fuerte.โ
โWhat are you saying?โ
โIโm saying Iโll be back. Ok?โ
Suddenly heโs looking into your eyes for some sort of final confirmation that you feel the same way he feels, even if he didnโt confess it with words. And you do. You do, you do, you do, your answer to him. Instead, your mouth saysโ
โOk.โ
He takes your face in both his hands. His lips brushing yours.
โMi preciosa.โ
โโบโโ โพโโบโโ
A few hours before sunrise, long after the rain has stopped, you enter your apartment. Happy and exhausted, you know youโll fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You also know youโll dream of brown deep eyes and a raspy voice calling you preciosa over and over again.
As you put your keys next to the mirror at the entrance your eyes catch a sparkle on your neck. Itโs a silver necklace with a little moon on it. Itโs beautiful.
Your head turns to the window, to the moonlight and the limousine below it that you know won't leave until it sees all your lights off.ย
You had never felt anything like this before, you had never been under the weight of an emotion so strong that there was no way to communicate it with words, you had never been able to understand someone just by looking into their eyes. But then Jake isnโt like anyone you have met before either. And there's nothing you'd do to change that.
You know he will be back.
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