On The Floor (Second Story) (21 page)

“Sooo…” I say to her, teasing as I take a bite of my salad.

She throws a napkin at me, hitting me in the face. “Don’t tease me bestie. I didn’t get lucky last night and I need to live through your hot sex life until I find a new boy toy,” she says.

I start to open my mouth when she interrupts me. “Oh! Give me choices! Give me a little blurb of like three things and then let me choose!”

I laugh.

“Please…” she begs, her hands in front of her.

“Fine,” I say as I start to think about the options. “Okay. One is the first blow job. Two is waking up his mouth trailing down my body. Three is the most erotic moment I have ever had or will ever have in my entire life.” I smile remembering all of those moments with my boyfriend.

“Seriously?” she whines. “I only get to choose one?”

“Yep,” I say, laughing at her pouty face.

“Well it’s not much of a choice, is it?” she huffs. “I mean, I really wanted to hear the blow job story. Everyone loves a good blow job scene… but how am I supposed to pass up on
the most erotic moment of your life
?! And I already heard about him going down on you… so…”

It’s funny how serious she is about this. “It’s a good story. They all are,” I say trying to hide the fact that I am about to start laughing at the screwed up look on her face.

“What exactly is the most erotic moment? Can you be more specific?” she asks, starting to chew on her fingernail as she thinks.

“He stripped for me,” I say smiling as I remember last night.

Another minute passes before she stops biting her nails, and looks back at me. “Okay! I’ve made my decision. There will be other blow job stories. But only one most erotic moment. Give it to me girl!” she exclaims, slapping her hands down on the table, a look of anticipation on her face.

And I do. I give her that story so good, she’s practically drooling.

It was hot. Hot. Hot. Hothothot.

And I
loved
 it. 

Now I’m near drooling.

When I finish recounting my experience to Jenna, I sigh and lean back in my chair.

“Wow,” she says, a far off look in her eyes. “Did he move like Magic Mike? Was it that hot?”

“Hotter.”

“Damn.”

There is silence for a moment and then she shakes her head, as if coming out of her sexual daze. I’m not sure that I like the fact that she was just fantasizing about my boyfriend.

But that thought is forgotten quickly with her next question.

“Can I fuck Nate?” she pauses. “I mean, would it be okay with you if I fucked Nate?”

My eyes widen and my mouth drops open. I mean, I saw the looks she was giving him last night. I know my best friend and I know when she wants a guy. But hearing her actually ask me, I’ll be honest- It surprised the shit out of me.

“Um… yeah?” I respond.

“That doesn’t sound like you’re sure,” she says going back to biting her fingernail.

“Uh, sorry. Yeah, yeah. I’m sure. You can… um… get with Nate if you want.”

“So you don’t think that would be weird?”

“Maybe a little, but I only ever kissed him. So not too weird. You like him?” I ask her, fishing for information.

“I
do
like him. He is funny and nice. But I can tell he likes it naughty,” she says winking at me, becoming less awkward with the situation and more like the normal Jenna.

“It’s fine with me, but you know he is looking for a relationship, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what they all say. But all guys are down for just sex if you offer it.”

“I don’t know Jenna. We’ve talked about it, and he seems to want something long term…” Then again, maybe that was just with me…?

This is kind of awkward.

“Like I said, that might be what he
wants
, but I’m sure he’d be down for just a couple of weeks of sex before he meets
the one
,” she says rolling her eyes a little and wiggling her fingers in the air. She’s got a fake smile on her face and I wonder why Jenna is so cynical when it comes to relationships.

We’ve talked a little bit about it. It has something to do with a relationship she had in high school. But that was over three years ago. That guy must have really done a number on her…

“Well, I don’t think there is anything wrong with looking for
the one
. But if you let him know what you want and he says yes, just try not to break his heart. He really is a nice guy.” And he is. After what I put him through, I just want him to be happy.

“I won’t break his heart, Rachel. The heart won’t even be involved in what we are doing. Now his dick…” she says smiling. “I can’t promise not to break his dick. But I can promise it will be broken in a good way…” She starts laughing at the look on my face, which is complete shock at what she just said. Although I don’t know why. She has said more shocking things.

“What does that even mean? Break his dick,
in a good way
?” I say, laughing at the absurdity of her comment.

Her laughter fades after my question and she looks at me seriously. The look on her face, makes
my
laughter fade as well. “Jen?” I ask her, my voice full on concern.

She clears her throat and then looks me in the eyes. “If I have to explain it to you, you’re not doing it right,” she says, her eyes full of worry. But I can see the corners of her lips twitching, and before long, she and I are both laughing again.

***

The rest of my Sunday, like many others before it, is spent in yoga pants and a sweatshirt catching up on reading and homework.

Jake is at band practice, so there aren’t any big distractions while I work my way through writing two small papers and reading a couple of chapters. But the moment he knocks on my door, I know I won’t get anything done for the rest of the night. Except him.

I smile when I open the door and Jake is standing there with a bouquet of daisies.

“M’lady,” he says handing me the flowers and leaning in for a sweet kiss.

My smile grows as butterflies take flight in my stomach. “Thank you.”

He answers with another kiss and comes into my room. I look quickly both ways to see if anyone saw us and luckily no one was in the hall. I close the door and put the flowers on my desk.

“So,” he says sitting down on my bed and gesturing for me to join him. “How was your day?”

“Good. I got a lot done for each of my classes, so, yay me!” I say as I climb on top of him, straddling his hips. He chuckles and kisses me again, before I ask him about his practice.

“It was good. We worked a lot on our original stuff. Mostly arranging the songs I’ve been working on.”

“Wow, Jake! That’s really cool!” I say, excited for him. “Are you going to work some of the songs into your sets at The Grove?”

“Uh… soon. I’m still working on the lyrics. Fine tuning them,” he says smiling and looking into my eyes. Then he clears his throat. “So, uh, how was lunch with Jenna? What sex story did you tell her?”

My face instantly heats at the memory of the story I told her and the actual act. “I told her about last night…” I say blushing further.

“Last night, huh?” he says, pulling my hips down onto him so I can feel his erection growing in his jeans.

“Yep,” I say breathlessly.

“
I’d
like to hear your thoughts on last night,” he says, trailing kisses from my ear down my neck, his gentle lips and warm breaths sending shivers all over my body.

“Mmm…” I respond, moving my hips so that I rub against his hardening length. “Last night was a nice surprise…” I say as he slides his hands into my sweatshirt, palming my breasts. My hands go from his shoulders into his hair and I moan as he sucks at my neck while fingering my hardened nipples through the thin fabric of my tank top.

“Right now, when I discover you have no bra on…” he mumbles against my neck, “…is a 
nice surprise
. Last night was something else. Is nice the best you can do?” he says pinching my nipples a little harder.

I moan again. “Erotic. I told her it was the most erotic moment of my life…” I say trailing off as I start to rock my hips harder against his thick, hard cock.

His groan in response sends chills through my body. “That’s a much better way to describe last night,” he says as he moves his mouth back to mine and kisses me deeply.

Passionate. Possessive. Hungry.

I reach down to take his shirt off and then pull my sweatshirt and tank top off. He looks into my eyes for a moment, before looking down at my breasts and sucking in a sharp breath. “Your breasts are perfect. Perfect pink nipples,” he says before leaning in and taking one into his mouth. Then he lifts me, flipping us so I am on my back with him on top. He takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking, nibbling, and caressing both of my breasts until I am writhing beneath him.

“Please, Jake… please…” I’m not sure what I am begging for, but
he
must know because he kisses down my stomach and then kneels on the floor next to the bed. He pulls me down to edge of the bed and quickly removes my pants and panties in one movement.

He spreads my legs wide, his face close to my wet and throbbing center, but not close enough. I lean up on my elbows so I can see him and the vision before me makes me groan. He is staring at my pink folds, licking his lips. What is he waiting for?

“Jake…” I plead.

“Tell me what you want Rachel…” he rasps out, not taking his eyes off of my pussy.

“Please, Jake…”

“Please what, baby? I want to eat that perfect pussy so bad, but I’m waiting for you to tell me what you want…”

I squeak at his words. My breaths are ragged and I feel myself get even wetter. He must know what talking dirty does to me, because I hear him groan as he runs a finger up my center to my clit, before putting that finger in his mouth and sucking it clean.

“Rachel, tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it…”

“Put your mouth on me, Jake. Please, please…”

I barely get the request out before he growls his response, and runs his tongue along my folds. I bite my lip and moan loudly as I reach down and tug on his hair. His thumb goes to my clit, rubbing it in painfully slow circles as his tongue swirls around my opening.

“Mmm… you taste so good…” he moans against me, before darting his tongue in and out of me.

“Yes, Jake… Oh god…” I whimper, moving my hips at the blissful torture.

His finger comes off my clit, his tongue moving to replace it as he slides two fingers into me, pumping them in and out. “You’re so wet…” he says, pulling away as I try to urge his face back towards my pussy. “Touch your tits, babe. Tease your nipples while I eat you out… while I make you come…”

His explicit demands, that might normally make me blush, are making me feel wanton. Out of control. In
his
control.

At his command, my hands instantly leave his hair and go to my heavy breasts. My fingers start to tease my nipples, sending shocks of pleasure right down to where Jake is working his fingers and now thankfully, his mouth.

He sucks my clit between his lips with just the right amount of suction, my hips buck off the bed and I grind myself further into his face. His tongue starts circling my clit as he hooks his fingers, rubbing that amazing spot inside of me.

I start moaning and whimpering incoherently, squeezing my eyes shut, my hips thrusting into his eager mouth on their own. I feel like a woman possessed. Pleasure is coursing through my body as Jake works me closer and closer to orgasm. He seems to know just what to do to keep me on the edge. I pinch my nipples hard, hoping that this will take some of my focus off of the center of my body that is throbbing, begging for release.

I open my eyes and look down, catching Jake’s gaze in my own.

The heat in his eyes. Seeing him between my legs. Seeing the pleasure on his face. Knowing that he enjoys giving this to me.

All these things have me coming undone. I explode as waves of ecstasy radiate throughout my body. My hips buck wildly, my body shakes, and my head thrashes from side to side as I bite my bottom lip, trying to quiet my screams.

When I come down, I look down to see Jake is standing, his jeans and boxers have been removed and he already has a condom on. How long was I incoherent? That has to have been the best orgasm ever. Like, in the history of the world.

He reaches out for me and pulls me up so I am standing in front of him. He lifts me, his hands on my ass, urging me to wrap my legs around him as he starts to kiss me. My taste is on his lips and tongue. I moan at the flavor and I can feel his cock twitch between us.

He sits on the bed and pulls my hips down, my folds sliding against the thick length of his erection. He kisses me hard as we rock against each other.

“Put my cock inside you…” he says roughly, sounding aroused. He lifts me away from him and I position the tip of his length at my entrance. He pulls me down as he thrusts up, only putting the first few inches inside me.

With one look into his eyes, I know that he is feeling as crazy as I am. We are ruled by our bodies in this moment. Fueled by pleasure and need.

I moan and try to press down further, but he lifts me back up slowly, and works those few inches in and out of me until I am begging for his whole cock.

When I don’t think I can stand it any longer, he finally pulls me down roughly as he pumps up into me. We both groan as the tip hits my cervix, the painful pleasure nearly knocking the wind out of me. We sit there for a minute, not moving. Just breathing. Panting. He takes my legs and unwraps them from around his body, setting my knees on either side of him. The movement of his cock inside me as he does this has me whimpering for more.

And I don’t have to wait long. He kisses me hard and palms my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples before he rasps out, “Ride me. Work my cock in that pussy…”

At his words, I moan and reach behind me to put my hands on his knees. Using them for leverage. I start to move up and down, doing just as he said: working his cock in my pussy. I squeeze my muscles around him as grind myself down onto him. Another orgasm starts to build as I pull up and slam back down onto him.