Page 91 of Pucking Around

“Cay might have swept in and shook our foundations, but everything we are, everything we had, it’s still righthere.” I take his hand, splaying it over my heart like I did all those months ago in Seattle. “I’m right here, Jake. Whatever this is, wherever it goes, I’m here. We’ll make our own rules, okay? We’ll define happiness onourterms. But I want you both. And there is no winning here. There is no first or second place. No trophies and no choosing. I am not a prize to be won.”

Slowly he nods. Oh god, can this be happening? Is he in this too? Are we giving this a real shot?

He holds my gaze. “But you can’t keep me away anymore, Rach. I can’t handle it. I need you with me, okay? You gotta answer my texts. No more leaving me on read. Your silence tears my heart out. Call me clingy, I don’t care. I have to be me—”

“Iwantyou to be you,” I say, brushing my thumb along his cheek. “My Jake,” I murmur. “You’re mine.” I brush my fingers over his mouth. “These lips…this chin…” I trail my fingers down. “This strong heart…” I splay my hand over his chest. “I want it all. Be mine, Jake.”

He wraps me in his embrace, his forehead dropping to mine as he breathes me in. “I’m yours, baby. I was yours the moment you turned around on that bar stool.”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, lifting up on my toes. His hard cock is angled up between us, pressed against the bruise on my hip. The pain centers me. Jake has been living in pain too. His bruises aren’t visible, but they’re there. I put them there.

Taking him by the hand, I lead him into the shower. I step under the hot spray and turn, my hands going back to his shoulders. “I want to make you feel so good. No more worry. No more missed tomorrows. Come back to me. Find me again like you did in Seattle—”

He silences my request with a kiss, his hands roving my body with eagerness as we just melt into each other. Our bodies seem to have memorized each other. I know how to fit him. And he knows me. We kiss as we tease, my hand around his cock giving slow pulls. Just enough pressure, with a sweep of my thumb at his sensitive tip.

He groans into my touch, pressing in with his hips. His hand delves between my legs, his fingers finding my center slick with my own wetness and Caleb’s release. The shower washes it away as we stay breathing each other’s air.

Then he’s walking me backwards until my butt hits the cold tiled wall. He doesn’t wait a beat before he’s dropping to his knees. His hands are gentle at my hips as he places a few open-mouthed kisses over my bruised skin. His lips trail lower, kissing my bare pussy, giving it little teasing licks. He moans his eagerness and I feel the vibration right on my clit.

My whole body is a live wire. I’m crackling like I have electricity under my skin. He nuzzles his face against me, his hands tightening a bit as he groans again. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”

I can’t help but laugh, my body relaxing against the wall, as I realize he’s not actually talking to me. “You think she missed you too?” I tease.

“I know she did,” he replies with confidence, parting me open and flicking his tongue against my clit. “Mmm, this pretty pink pussy is all fucking mine. I swear, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

My laugh dies in my throat as he latches on with his mouth, his hands circling around to fist my ass cheeks. “Please,” I murmur, spreading my legs a bit. I want Jake eating my pussy like it’s his last meal.

My hands dig into his wet hair, and I shift my weight as he tugs on my left leg, flipping it over his shoulder. Then he goes all in. He’s ravenous, his tongue and lips showing me just how much he’s missed me. It takes nothing to have me spiraling right out to that edge of release.

The moment he sinks his fingers inside me, I’m coming, the walls of my cunt clenching tight around him. He rides it out with me, sucking my clit and flicking it with his tongue until I stop pulsing around his fingers. He gives my pussy a few more soft kisses, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean as he stands.

I lead him over to the tiled bench seat, passing under the shower’s hot spray, and push down on his shoulders. He sinks down bare-assed, his hands trailing up my sides to cup my breasts. I gently climb onto his lap, straddling him with my knees on the hard tile of the bench. Jake helps position me, lifting me under the ribs as I notch his cock at my entrance and sink slowly down, taking his full length inside me on a soft exhale.

His gaze overflows with such longing as he looks up and down my body, helping me rock on his lap. His perfect cock fills me so full. I feel him everywhere. We sink into each other, two souls woven together as one, as we chase our releases. My thrusting gets faster, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as my back arches and my head tips back on a low moan.

“Jake, I’m so close—”

“Me too, baby. Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I don’t know how to stop wanting you. I love you so much. I’m gonna be so good to you—”

His sweet words catapult me over the edge, and I’m coming again. I’ve lost count of my orgasms tonight. I’m wrecked. Utterly ruined. My body falls against Jake, my forehead pressed into his neck as I feel him slamming up with his hips, crying out his own release so deep inside me.

We hold to each other, breathing in sync, as we spiral down. The steam feels so good in my lungs, opening my chest. I push gently off his shoulders to look at him. “How do you feel about eating pizza in bed?”

He smiles. “Best idea you’ve ever had.”

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“Come on,” I tease. “It’ll be fun.” I follow Caleb around the kitchen island as he snatches up his keys, fills his travel mug with coffee, and snags a banana off the hook. Poseidon dances at my feet.

“Dude, no,” Caleb huffs, slipping the banana in his pocket.

We’re all on totally different schedules this week. Rachel has already been gone for over an hour. She’s doing some kind of PT training down at the hospital. Cay is ducking out now, and I bet I won’t see him again until after dinner. Meanwhile, I have the day off. Only problem is that everyone I like is busy. Novy is at the dentist and Morrow had to drive down to Orlando to help his mom move. The married guys never want to hang out on off days. I guess I’m alone with Sy.

Fuck, I’m already bored.

If Caleb would just agree to play the game, I could set my mind to coming up with my plan. “Why don’t you want to play?”

“Because it’s not a game,” he says. “She’s not some trophy, Jake.”

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