Authors: Evie Adams
Reasonable Doubts (7 page)
CHAPTER 15
- JACOB
How we managed to walk to my apartment with our tongues down each other’s throats and hands in each other’s clothes, I have no idea, but when we stumbled through my door, the clothes came off as quick as possible.
I peeled her out of her clothes, finally unwrapping my Christmas present, her clothes fell limp at her ankles. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, her body thin and lithe in my hands.
She dropped to her knees, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly. My cock sprang free in her hand when she pulled my pants down and she turned her mouth and tongue into a delightful distraction, sucking me deep, swelling between her lips.
Her eyes were gorgeous when she looked up at me, seeing my excitement. I moaned, my hips began to rock, shoving my length to the back of her throat. She gagged a little but didn’t stop, wrapping her hand around the base of me and sucking faster. My hand moved over her head, unwrapped her hair, letting it spill down over her bare shoulders.
“Easy,” I begged, she whimpered but didn’t protest when I reached down to grab her, pulling her up against me. Her tits mashed in my chest as I kissed her neck and ran my hands over her.
I swept her up into my arms. She squealed as I laid her out on the floor and ran my hands over her naked body. She stretched and when my hand found what it had been looking for, it dipped between her thighs, and she bucked, encouraging me to delve deeper.
“So wet,” I murmured, my eyes widening as I began to finger her. She moaned and rocked against my hand, my thumb rubbing against the sensitive bud of her clit.
I could make her come in seconds the way she reacted. I grinned and leaned in to suck one of her nipples, her breasts were small, her nipples hardening into pebbles against my tongue.
“Oh fuck!” She grabbed a fist full of my hair, twisting, my hand shoved hard and deep between her legs, and let her orgasm come, rolling over her in wet, hot spasms, a deluge of pleasure. She fucked my fingers, her hips rising up off the floor to meet me, quivering with her release.
“That’s a start,” I told her, lifting my fingers to my grinning mouth and sucking them.
“Is this a competition?” she asked.
“Isn’t everything?” I told her, she found my cock with her eyes still closed, tugging, and I whispered to her, “You’re so impatient.”
I grabbed her hips, moving her around on the floor, she gasped and opened her eyes in surprise when my mouth covered her pussy.
“Ahh,” slipped out of her mouth.
My tongue slipped down into her slit.
“I didn’t shave,” she said, panicked, almost pushing me off.
“I noticed,” I spoke into the soft curls of her pubic hair. “I like a little, it reminds me I’m not fucking a twelve year old.”
She relaxed, and let go, my tongue was up against her clit, giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed. Her pussy was still spasming lightly from her first orgasm, gently, warm and wonderful.
I lapped lazily, she spread her legs and let me, opening her thighs and pulling her knees back.
“Good girl,” I whispered to her, and moved my tongue back and forth at the top of her cleft, teasing her clit, making her shiver, her thighs so tense that they quivered in my hands.
She moaned as I crooked my fingers inside of her, rubbing deep. Her pussy felt swollen, hot, my fingers filling her, stretching her wide, she lifted her ass to my mouth, eager for more, greedy. I followed her hips, cupping her ass and lifting myself on my elbows to lick her as her trembling thighs spread wide and she shoved her pussy against my face.
I felt her tensing up, her toes curling, her hands clench and then release and move over my head, encouraging me.
She couldn’t catch her breath. Her pussy clamped down against my fingers, still inside of her, “Fuck me,” she begged, sitting up and reaching for me.
I didn’t hesitate. I stood her up and she met me, her tongue wrapping around mine, her arms squeezing me, I pulled her up, and lined her pussy up against my cock, and I slid her down, impaling her as she moaned against my face, and clung to me, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I pressed her up against the wall pinning here there and rocking my hips into hers.
“Oooooh,” she exhaled, burying her face against my neck as I shoved deep into her swollen pussy. I grunted into her ear with every thrust, her pussy wrapped tight around my cock, and her arms doing the same around my body.
And still she wanted more of me. Her fingernails raked my back and she bit and sucked at my neck, nibbling my collarbone, feeling her heels dug into my ass as I fucked her.
I had her plastered to the wall, my cock driving in, fast and furious, focused on the rhythm, groaning into her hair, I was losing it, in a frenzy, and I felt her whole body shudder as she came with me inside of her, saying, “Jake, Jake, Jake,” over and over.
She came, and I scooped her up again, brought her into the bedroom, her pussy still spasming against my cock. I threw her on the bed, and climbed on her back.
My hands gripped her slender hips, forcing her still against the bed, I held her trembling body in my arms, her breath catching in her throat, soft whimpers lost in the fabric of the sheets.
“I can…” she gasped, barely able to breathe, reaching blindly for my rigid length. “Suck you…”
“No,” I insisted manipulating her body, turning her around and forcing her to her hands and knees in front of me. “I’m going to fuck you until you come again.”
She groaned and buried her face in the bed as I buried my cock into her pussy from behind.
I grabbed her hips and fucked her until she came, just as I promised, but I had to hurry because I was losing it, I reached underneath to find her throbbing clit, rubbing it into a frenzied heat.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, slowing the motion of my hips a little and my cock swelled inside of her, “You feel so good.”
She squeezed the soft walls of her pussy around my cock. I grabbed her thigh with one hand, lifting her leg to open her wider, and she shifted forward with a gasp, her shoulders to the bed.
My other hand moved between her legs, manipulating her clit between my thumb and forefinger, pulling and tugging.
“Please,” she begged,
“Please what?” I rolled her clit and fucked her into the bed, her body so slick with sweat my body slid on hers with every thrust.
“Make me come,” she gasped, pressing her own hand over mine between her thighs.
“Yeeesssssss!” she hissed, closing her eyes and arching her back.
I groaned, flicking her clit with my thumb and sending her into the stratosphere, my cock pounding into her from behind and I couldn’t last any longer, I felt her body twitch and moan as the waves rolled in.
I curled myself around her, spreading her thighs with mine as I gave one final, deep thrust, bottoming out and filling her with fast, hot, shuddering bursts of my cum. My cock throbbing between her thighs.
I woke up with hair in my face, choking on it, I coughed and it took a moment to realize what was happening. It was dark, and there she was, in my arms, her ass up against me, I woke her. She stretched into me, my arms wrapped around her, spooning.
“Sorry,” she said adorably, her voice sleepy, husky, vulnerable, as she moved her head forward and raked her hair around her shoulders.
I moved closer, “I’ll have to get used to it I guess,” she was warm under me, and I wanted her again. Jesus the sex was good, I couldn’t remember the last time it was that good.
"Jake, I’ve been wondering, why do you call your mother Diane?"
"Weird right? They insisted, we always called them by their first names, treat adults as people. They were weird."
"Where's dad?"
"Dead, cancer. About 15 years ago now. Jacob Senior."
"Jacob the first, very Biblical. So you were just a kid?"
"Yes. It's not rare for lawyers to be married, but it is rare for them to practice the same kind of law, and to actually work together. Most people don't want to work 100 hours a week then go home and spend the rest of the time with them too, but they mostly turned it off at home. Or they would take out their frustrations with each other on us."
"Sounds fun."
"Going against your father, a seasoned trial lawyer when you're 8, and defending an obviously guilty little brother is not fun. I cried plenty of times, but that almost never happens anymore."
"Got it out of your system I guess."
"So that's my ‘why I became a lawyer’ story, family business and wanted to make 8 year olds cry, what about you?"
"I have two stories, depending on the company."
"Tell them both."
"Well, my parents got divorced when I was 6 or something. My Dad's lawyer drove a Porsche, I wanted that life. For a poor farm girl, a Porsche in real life was amazingly impressive."
"Still is isn't it? And your second?"
"After the divorce, we were poor so we would get evicted occasionally. One time, my mom got a legal aid lawyer, and somehow, magically, the lawyer got it so we could stay in the apartment and not have to pay any rent ever. It sounded like magic. It
was
magic. I wouldn't have to move for the 10
th
time in three years. She explained later that legally we didn’t have to pay rent, but we would still have to move because if we stayed for too long the court would eventually force us out. So she probably found a housing code violation or something, but it felt like magic. It was magic to fourth grade me. That's what I wanted. The magic to do something like that."
I spooned her and hugged her closer, her hair in my face, maybe I could learn to breathe through it.
I like this.
There was a slight hangover rattling around my head, but overall I felt amazing. He set the tray down near my side of the bed, and I opened my eyes, and hugged the sheets closer.
“Bloody Mary, full of vodka, blessed art thou amongst cocktails....” He said and handed me a drink. “Drink this, fixed breakfast too, sushi and cow tongue.”
I believed him and it must have showed in my face, he laughed and added, “Poached eggs. Very delicate and easy.”
He sat next to me, steadied the tray while I sat up, “Lucky for you this is the only topless breakfast place in town. Feel free to let the twins breathe.”
The phone rang, his phone. "Jake," he answered it, turned away from me, "Barristers? Nah, I'm all set tonight."
Oh shit
. I was hanging around too long. My memory flashed back to one random hookup with a guy who hung around all morning, hung over, watching sports center until I finally kicked him out. I really wanted him to leave, but he stayed.
That was me now
. I got out of bed and grabbed my clothes and made it to the bathroom.
A bachelor's bathroom, but very neat and clean. One sink, plush towels, shaving brush and blade and cream. Very clean, very masculine, very bachelor. No room for my blow drier, makeup, and everything else. Mine was an awful mess.
I brushed my teeth with my finger and put on my clothes, the suit was wrinkled as hell, but I turned on the shower and hoped it would steam out the wrinkles. I jumped in the water and felt good. Clean.
I had to leave, I was taking up his day. It was a good night, great sex, probably a terrible mistake, but I was only a notch on his bed post. I knew that all along, but still.
I went out and searched for my shoes, who knew where they went.
"What are you doing?" he asked, lazily from the bed, his sexy beautiful body wrapped in the sheet half way, exposing those triangles of muscle on the sides of his hips and his washboard abs.
"I know you must have plans, I don't want to ruin your day."
"You're crazy, you're my only plans for the day," He grabbed the side of my dress and pulled me closer to the bed, that smile slayed me, “And I have some ideas on how to spend it.”
"I don't have any clean clothes."
"You won't need them, and you can have one of my shirts, as long as you promise not to wear it too much. And we'll go get some stuff from your place, we have work to do remember? But right now,” he pulled me harder to the bed, and kissed me hard, wrapped me in those arms.
“I want to taste you.”
I moaned in anticipation as he kissed his way down my breasts.
We’d been quick the first time, too quick, tearing at each other’s clothes on the way to the bed, our lust too intense for playing with each other’s bodies.
“God I love your tits.” He pressed my breasts together in his big hands, getting my nipples as close as he could, and tracing his thumbs over them. I whimpered, trying to stay quiet, my pussy throbbing, anticipating the wet lash of his tongue between my legs.
My belly quivered, goose bumps rose on my flesh as he breathed his way down my belly, pausing to lick my hip, then following the curve down to my thigh. I spread my legs for him, offering myself to him completely. I was his, I had always been his. How could I have ever thought I wasn’t?
His fingers brushed my lips, soft and swollen, parting so he could look at me. “So beautiful.”
I braced myself on my elbows so I could look down and watch. He smiled, and began kissing my clit, soft, gentle kisses that sent electric shocks through my body.
I slid my palm over his head. I slipped my hand behind his neck and pressed his mouth to my pussy. He didn’t resist, letting me guide him, rocking my hips against the soft rigidity of his tongue, back and forth, round and round. “Mmm yes, like that…”
But he knew. His mouth knew just the right places, the exact timing I wanted, needed, moving faster, matching my breath.
How could he know my body so well already?
“Jake,” I gasped, my fingers looking for something to hold onto, my nails dug into his shoulders and my hips shot up off the bed as my climax found me. Jake hung onto my hips, licking my pussy fast and hard, holding me tight as I bucked on the mattress, biting the sheets to keep from screaming.
“Oh fuck.” I gasped, rolling away from his eager mouth. He followed me, kissing the soft curve of my ass, his hands roaming the length of my body as I stretched out on my stomach on the bed. I moaned into a pillow when he grabbed my hips, lifting my ass and using the head of his cock to find my opening.
I clung to the sheet, my hands balling into fists as he found what he was looking for, rocking his hips forward and sliding his cock deep into me. I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the way his fingers dug into my hips, and knew he was close to coming. I smiled, closing my eyes and rhythmically squeezing the muscles of my pussy.
“Ooooohhh,” he moaned, his grip tightening.
“Feel good?” I teased, squeezing faster, harder, trying to mimic the hard flutter of my orgasm.
He groaned in response, pulling out almost completely, leaving just the head of his cock at the opening of my pussy.
“You’re going to make me come,”
“Of course I am,” I reached back to feel him, slick and hard. “It’s a competition right?”
“No,” he said, slapping my ass and making me squeal. I giggled as he turned me onto my back, but then my mouth was too full to do much of anything else except suck his cock. He knelt over me and fed me his dick, inch by delicious inch. When I’d caught a good rhythm, he let his hips do the work, fucking my mouth, his thumbs making circles around my nipples, making my pussy ache at the loss of his cock.
I licked at the sensitive ridge of his cock, I grabbed him in my hand, watching his face as I stroked him against my tits. His eyes lit up, they glowed, he flashed his dimples at me, devouring me.
He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. “Come on,” he urged.
I got on top and slid down, sighing in bliss when I felt him bottom out. I rested there, just rocking, feeling him shift deep inside of me. He groaned, biting his lip, his thumbs digging into my hips as we began to rock together. I leaned over to kiss him, wanting more, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
We moved together in perfect rhythm. Jake’s fingers found my clit, knowing just what I needed, flicking it faster, panting and slick with sweat. I felt the first tremor of my climax beginning in my thighs. They tightened and quivered at his hips, his cock plunging deep into my pussy, his tongue into my mouth, his arms squeezing me close.
I couldn’t stop it and didn’t want to try. My pussy clamped down on his cock as I came so intensely I had to break our kiss and bury my face in his neck, trying to hide form the fireworks going off inside me. My toes curled under his thighs, my arms wrapped themselves around his neck as he pounded up into me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, wrapping his arms around my waist and shoving his cock far and deep. He growled, and I could feel him coming inside me.
His hips lifting me off the bed, his cock convulsing inside of me, filling me with heat. It left me breathless and I hung onto him, quivering, as we slowly came down to earth.
“I like this,” he said out loud as I collapsed onto him, kissing his dimples, burrowing into his chest.
“Me too.”
