#falltober

She had knitted several scarves and gloves but her favorite thing was the sweater she had made for her favorite son.

Jake had been flattered that she had decided the garment was for him until he had seen it, proclaiming it hideous, of course not to her face.

But while he hated the sweater his mom expected to see it during any family celebration in the fall- or wintertime.

Jake purposely didn’t pack it each time but there was a limit to the lie of having forgotten something, so you decided to counteract his dislike towards it.

One slow day in October, when Jake was home from work early and you had decided to make it a comfortable afternoon at home in front of the tv you excused yourself to change into the sweater he disliked.

The wool was itchy but oddly stimulating, feeling it against your nipples and on the soft skin of your thighs.

You made your way towards Jake with a seductive grin and caught him sprawled out on the couch, lazily watching the tv.

When you approached the couch Jake’s eyes raised to look at you, widening when he saw what you were wearing.

“Is that my sweater, baby?” He asked softly but you took your time to answer him.

You sat down in his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer.

Jake immediately reacted by wrapping his arms around your waist, scrunching his nose when he felt the itchy material of his pullover.

“Yeah. And I’m wearing nothing under it,” you replied by bringing your lips close to his ear and brushing them across his earlobe.

It never failed to bring goosebumps to his skin and just like usual it did, making him speechless for at least a few seconds.

“Does that make you like it better? Wearing it on family celebrations knowing what we did with it?” You went on as you started to pepper kisses over his neck and jawline.

Jake simply whimpered in appreciation and his hands found their way below your only barrier of clothing.

One of his hands found your thigh and squeezed, which in turn made you grind down on his still clothed upper leg.

“Listening to Jake Sr. drone on about taxes while you think of how you railed m-“ you began but cut yourself off with a shriek when Jake hurriedly lifted you and threw you onto your back on the couch cushions, climbing over you and pressing a heated kiss above the collar of the sweater on your throat.

“How I did what, honey?” He asked huskily, but you didn’t even manage to whimper.

He chuckled before he started to kiss you again, but you could see the hunger in his eyes.

He lifted the sweater to just above your bellybutton and held it there as he made his way down to between your thighs.

He left open mouthed kisses there that made you let out whimpers, before you let out a moan when he connected his lips to yours.

Jake loved to go down on you and didn’t just jokingly say that you were his favorite dessert, and he was so incredibly good at it.

He’d spend hours between your thighs if you didn’t get too sensitive, which was often the case.

This time though he just wanted to prepare you for what was to come, even if he enjoyed it immensely.

When he came back up to kiss you his mouth was wet with juices.

Tasting yourself on his tongue always sent a thrill through you and you buried your hand in his hair in response, receiving a breathy moan from him.

He hurried to pull his shirt over his head while you worked on his jeans and briefs, pulling them down his thighs and letting Jake finish the job.

He was back above you in merely a few seconds and resumed kissing you, his hands gripping the sweater and pulling it tight to hold you in place.

You both moaned when he entered you and you wrapped your arms around him reflexively helping him push deeper when ye started moving.

It was quick and rough and only heavy breathing filled the room until you reached your peak.

Jake was quick to follow and he groaned into your neck, his hot breath sending an aftershock through your body.

You held onto him tightly until you caught your breath, a smile reappearing on your lips as you caressed the side of his face lovingly.

Jake returned that smile and let his eyes wander over your body, running his gaze over your face and chest to where you were still connected and in turn taking in that sweater you were still wearing.

“Yeah, I think I like this hideous sweater more now,” he said with a chuckle, and you let out a laugh.

You knew that he’d be wearing the sweater to please you and his mother from now on, and maybe you could do something to reward him for it when he did.

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