This past week or so has been a whirlwind of romance and sex. Exchanges of sweet kisses and rough hands. Meals shared and beds rocked. After so many months of pinning, you and Jake are now finally a couple. And it has been everything you’ve dreamed of.

His adoration, his attention, his affection; he’s practically insatiable. And you have turned into his personal ‘yes man’. When free time can be found, you’re in each other’s arms. When it’s time for a break from your duties, you seek the other for any form of companionship. Even if it’s just to ask about his day, it’s perfect and meaningful.

Oh but the sex! The sex has been incredible. From lazy morning showers to the ‘welcome back’ fucks, you two are on another level. Something in Jake has snapped. I mean we all enjoy a climax that climbs out of our deepest nerves, but Jake is unrelenting when it comes to you.

Rolling your hips, you can still feel a tightness that is from your last endeavor. If only your legs spread further apart. It seems like Jake can’t get them far enough. Your hips, your bum, your intimate muscles have never felt this strained. But you relish in the soreness; a clear reminder of your lover’s appetites. Just thinking about him gets you frazzled, your loins warm. You smile as you walk down his engineering hall, because you can hear him softly sing to himself. He did that when he thought no one was around.

“I don’t want to set

The world on fire.

I just want to start

A flame in your heart…”

What a hopeless romantic you think to yourself. Stopping by the doorway, you eavesdrop a little more,

“In my heart I have

But one desire. And

That is you, no

Other will do.”

You sneak a peek around the corner, quiet as you can, so as not to spook him.

His vest clad back is turned to you. He’s staring at the comm hub’s multiple screens, slightly swaying to his singing voice. You notice a mug of coffee in his hand. He only stops singing to take a sip. Your eyes linger on the back of his thighs and ass. Wet, hot memories of his leg muscles flexing while fucking slip into your mind. Ugh. The memory makes you shiver.

You want to keep spying on him, but you knock on the door frame instead,

*knock knock* “Want some company?”

Jake only slightly jumps at the interruption, but his smile is bright as the sun when he sees it’s you,

“Good mornin darlin,” He raised his coffee mug to you, inviting you in.

He wraps his free hand around your waist, kisses your temple. You lean your head on his shoulder and join him in his work. “Whatcha working on today?”

He drinks from his mug before answering, “Nothing special, just checking for messages from ASAM settlements.”

You nudge your nose to his beard and start kissing his chin and jaw line. “Oh yeah, what kind of messages?”

You feel Jake tense at your touch and his arm grips you tighter. He clears his throat, “ Well…uh… Greygarden is requesting more tools for…for the bots. I guess they need repairing. Um…ugh.”

His voice was getting shaky, heavy. Something he only did around you “Um…”

You smile into his neck and breathe in deeply, getting hints of his musk and coffee. “Don’t tell me you get distracted this easily,” you’re practically purring, “Anything else in the messages?”

He’s put his cup down, and flicked a few of the hub’s switches, he chuckles from his chest, “Nordhagen is sending fresh mirelurk, I guess they have more then they know what to do with.” He said the last few words with just his breath, you were getting to him, you always did.

“Mmmm, mirelurk steaks with tato salsa would make a perfect date night meal.” Your hand was in between his vest and blue shirt, rubbing a small space of his chest. “Anything else you need to report to your chief?”

Jake’s breaths were getting heavier, and he turned to face you, both his hands on your hips. Before you could taunt him more, he pressed his lips to yours. A chaste kiss from your southern boyfriend. But you could tell chasteness was not on his mind. You reach down and take a gentle grab of his bulge and he moans at the contact.

You’ve got him now. Just give him the eyes and he’s yours.

“Careful darlin. Unless you plan on delivering?”

You smile and come in for another kiss, giving your answer. You want this. You always want this.

Jake kisses you back then stops abruptly and leads you with haste to the engineering closet down the hall. You laugh as you follow him, so this was love huh? You like it you think.

Jake gets you two in and locks the door behind him. Shoving a chair under the door handle as extra insurance. “Good god… come ere…” you moan into his mouth as he forces his tongue down your throat.

Jake’s kisses in private were always like this. Hot, needy, impatient. He was such an incredibly sweet man, but with you he was so much more intense. And he tasted so good. Like praline and bourbon.

“Darlin you should know better than to interrupt me when I’m workin.” He was speaking with such lust and trying desperately to keep his voice down. “What do I have to do to get you to behave?” He pawed at your ass, grabbing whatever he could get.

You’re not giving in to him just yet, this quickie was going to be one to remember, “Mr. Evans whatever do you mean?” He had you backed against a small table, his pelvis pressed to yours. He chuffed a small laugh and ground into you, “You know what I mean temptress. I’ll be minding my own business, bothering no one, and you’ll come along with that siren song.” He kissed you between almost every word, like Jake couldn’t decide between putting you in place or loving you.

“Why Jake I’d never interfere with the work you do here.” His kisses were on your neck going down to your chest, fingers getting under your shirt. He found your nipples and squeezed causing you to groan in more pleasure than you meant. Your core was so inflamed and ready for him.

“Jake…” you moaned like the little slut you were. “Don’t stop…” And with such quick movements, he had your top off. Jake stood and looked at you, his eyes full of love, “Damn you are somethin else darlin.” He slowly came in, cupping your face and kissing you so beautifully. “Ain’t nothin I wouldn’t do for you.”

“What about to me?” You were unbuttoning his vest, never breaking eye contact.

“I wasn’t planning on letting you leave this room until I showed ya.” You had the vest done and we’re working on his shirt.

“Well we’ll be here a long time with all these damn buttons…” Jake laughs and helps you out. Soon he’s just as topless as you are, his chest hair so inviting. You take a long lick, abdomen to throat.

“Ugh yeah babydoll.”

Jake grabs your ass and picks you up, plopping you down on the small, but sturdy table. You both know from experience this table can take quite a beating. He pulls your knees apart and gets closer to you, allowing you to wrap your legs around him.

“You ever just wanted to love someone really hard?” Jake pressed his belt buckle to your pleasure center and rubbed. “You gonna know just how much you mean to me after this.”

Your eyes are starting to glaze over, but your conscience enough to word play, “I bet you say that to all your lovers.” He answers by sliding his calloused fingers down your pants, finding your sensitive spot with ease.

“Ffuck…I’m too easy aren’t I?”

Jake smiles and finds your tongue with his. You continue to kiss as he pleasures you. But your pants are too tight, they’re holding you both back. So with a pathetic whine, you pat his back getting him to release your mouth.

“Pants.”

He only smiled and resumed french kissing you, hands undoing your pants with such quickness. He was excited too after all.

You were naked. Sitting on a cold work table in a poorly lit closet. You watched with such attention as your boyfriend undid his pants and pulled them down just past his plump tush. You moaned as you saw his cock fully erected, a drip of precum on the tip. All you wanted was to taste him, pleasure him with slow sucking, but before you could get off the table, Jake started thrusting his fingers into you.

Gods! It was perfect!

You felt your knuckles whiten as you gripped on to the table’s edge. Your thighs were already starting to shake and you haven’t even started fucking yet.

“My god darlin, so open already for me?”

“Uh huh.”

“You act like we didn’t do this last night.”

“What can I say sweetheart…You make me crazy.” His thrusts were getting faster, his eyes darkening as the room got hotter. You couldn’t hold out any longer and lovingly grabbed his throbbing hard-on. It was velvety and his veins were pulsing, “Please Jake…”

“Ain’t gonna tease ya darlin, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He had three fingers in you by this time, and once you felt less taught, he pushed himself in.

You both groaned at the contact. Jake went slow, allowing you to adjust. But you were ready for him. Always ready for him.

In a matter of moments the little maintenance closet down the hall, was nothing but sounds of sex. Skin slapping skin, moans and groans, you shouting yes over and over, him huffing and puffing. But then he stops, “You got any of that bubble gum from the other day?”

Your impossibly wet and barely aware of any other sensations then your physical connection, you only just heard him. “What-um…pants. Back pocket.”

Jake never took himself out, just lifted your pants with his foot and grabbed them, fishing around for the sex candy. This is something you’ve only done once before, but you’ll never forget it. He finds a piece and puts it in your mouth, brushing his fingers on your tongue.

“Chew.” He resumes his pace, throwing his head back as he does. “No one should feel this good baby…mmm.”

You started to chew the grape flavored gum. The goal was to get it nice and soft then blow as big a bubble as you could. Jake would bite the bubble, and pull the sticky candy to a string, then you’d meet in a kiss and pop it into his mouth. He’d repeat the game until you both approached the edge.

But it was hard to chew on gum when all you wanted was to hang your mouth open, making as many sounds of pleasure as you could. But he wanted to play a nice little game, how could you say no?

You chewed the gum to silkiness, blew a decent sized bubble and Jake came at it. It popped against his bite and smushed into his beard before you met his mouth and shoved your tongues together. His thrusts never ceased as he took the candy, a beautiful smirk on his face.

He spoke between chews and passion, “You are so fuckin fun.” His hands gripped harder under your thighs, as he raised your legs higher. He blew his bubble and leaned down to you, allowing you to kiss him deeply.

“Ain’t gonna last much longer Darlin. Legs aren’t gonna work rest of the day…”

“Yeah me too…ugh. Whatever you need baby.”

He raised your legs even higher, bending you in half, your legs almost behind you. Sex was much more intense in this position and Jake Evans was hitting all the right places.

You were about to blow your bubble, but your mouth was too wet. The sensations too incredible. Your orgasm appraising fast. You make a quick decision to spit the gum out to the side, and focus on inevitable bliss.

Jake’s pace quickened even more, his thrusts desperate for release. He was shirtless, pants on just past his upper thigh. His chest tightened, muscles in his arms showing through, a light sheen of sweat on his skin. He looked at you, trying to tell you he was there. You were too and nodded.

“Need to come in you.”

“Of course.” You wouldn’t have it any other way. He was your love and you were his.

It only took another second for you both to fall over the wonderful edge. Your love for each other made manifest in o’s and grunts.

Jake lowered your legs, until you were back to a proper sitting position and pressed his forehead against yours. Heavy breathing down your skin, as he came down from the high of loving you.

You’re breathing just as hard, and you start to feel him soften inside you. “That was…so…so insane. Jake you are so wonderful.”

He chortles and kissed you again. “You ain’t so bad yourself darlin.” He relaxes his grip on you and pulls his pants up. He looks around for your clothing and gives them to you. As you both redress, you can’t help but notice he keeps stealing peaks of you.

“I’m gonna be sore the rest of the day. You’ve never had my legs bent back so far.”

“Didn’t think they could bend that far. But you keep surprising me.”

Dressed and ready to go, you take a look around. Careful not to leave anything behind. You notice a wetness on the poor table, making you blush. Of course it’s a mixture of you and Jake. He clears his throat and comes up behind you with a rag. As the head of engineering, Jake always had a rag handy.

“Ain’t no one gonna be the wiser Darlin. Don’t you worry.”