I’m ecstatic he’s followed me here, and angry too.
Then my whole body catches up with my legs, and the tremble runs from my head, back down to my toes, tightening me up in those special places. The places only Jake can somehow magically touch with one single look alone.
“What are you doing here?” I say, going with my anger. “Someone might have seen you come in.”
“No one saw me.” He sounds confident, assured. Like always.
I don’t know how true that statement is. Eyes are always on Jake wherever he goes.
“Great performance tonight – Mr Brightside – really Jake? Why not just spell it out to the whole world,” I bite.
He shrugs, grinning.
“What do you want?” I ask, rattled by his calm demeanour.
He lifts his eyebrow. “You.” He starts to move slowly toward me like a tiger stalking its prey.
“Jake, no … not here, not now. Someone could come.”
“Dave’s outside the door and it’s locked. No one will bother us.”
So Dave knows I’m sleeping with Jake? Brilliant.
“No, Jake. Please,” I beg, as he moves closer.
I’m begging because I don’t know if I have the ability to say no to him. I haven’t so far.
When I see he’s got no intention of listening to my pleas, I start to back up and quickly find myself up against the sinks, with nowhere left to go.
My whole body is rushed with adrenaline, want and fear. It’s a heady combination.
When he reaches me, I put my trembling hand out, pressing it flat against his hard chest, stopping him at arm’s length.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispers intense, eyes fixed on mine.
The exhilaration of being in here with him, him taking control like this, is doing crazy things to me.
He pushes hard against my hand and I’m weakened to stop him, and truthfully, I don’t want to.
The second I saw him with that girl, I hated it, and I wanted to reclaim him as mine.
So when he grabs hold of my hair, fisting his hand into it, and crushes his mouth to mine, I don’t stop him.
What is it about him that makes me lose all reason and sense? What is it about Jake that turns me into a person I don’t want to be, don’t even like at times, yet makes me feel so completely and utterly alive like I’ve never before known.
His tongue invades my mouth, claiming me his. I wind my fingers into his hair.
He tastes of sweat and whiskey and cigarettes … everything Jake.
With his hands cupped around my backside, he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the sink. I wrap my legs around his, holding him to me.
“I want you so bad,” he groans into my mouth.
My hands go under his T-shirt. He stops kissing me, and pulls it off over his head.
I drink him in. All I want is him. I don’t care about anything else right now, but having Jake.
He grabs my hair again, pulling my head back, looking into my eyes. “Tell me you want me.” His tone is commanding, possessive.
“I want you,” I breathe, my voice trembling.
He grins, then covers my mouth with his, pushing his hips firmly against me.
He’s hard already. The feel of him, like this, sends waves of intense sensation rushing through my body.
Jake drags his hand from my hair, down over my breast. He breaks from kissing me to pull my cami off over my head, leaving me in my bra. That’s gone a few seconds later.
He bends, putting his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard.
I groan at the feeling. I reach forward and undo his jeans, freeing him. I wrap my hand around him, working him up further.
He moans over my skin, moving his mouth to my other breast, kissing every part.
Jake grabs hold of my thigh, lifting my leg to the side, his hand moves to my skirt. He drives it up, then his hand continues, higher, his mouth clamped on mine, kissing me harder and harder.
My legs are still trembling from the lust and the danger of it all. Anyone could catch us in here.
Jake hooks his fingers under my panties and pushes his finger inside me, then without hesitation, another.
I arch my back, pushing into his hand, my head falling back.
“Ahh,” I moan, as his fingers move inside me.
In this moment, I’m his completely, whatever he wants me to do, I will.
“I want you now,” he growls.
“Yes, now.”
Then before I realise, he’s tearing my panties in two, putting a condom on, and pushing himself inside me.
I’m so accustomed to his size, that when he slides his hand under my thigh, pulling me closer, lifting my leg higher, hooking it on his hip, giving him full access, I move willingly.
“Oh God, Jake,” I moan.
“That’s it baby,” he breathes, briefly closing his eyes. “Feel me inside you. I’m hard like this for you only.”
I curl my fingers around the edge of the sink, holding on as Jake takes me here on it.
“I need you,” he groans into my ear. “I fuckin’ need you so much.”
I hold my legs tighter around him, bringing him even deeper inside me.