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Jake knocked on my door at ten till six with a giant bouquet of flowers in hand. He really was making an effort to woo me. My heart skipped a beat at the thought.
We’d walked down the two levels from my apartment door and exited the building. The fancy sportscar from his garage was sitting outside being gawked at by several bystanders. Jake just gave them a casual smile and opened the door for me. I felt so out of place getting into a car worth more than my parents’ home.
The interior smelled of leather and forest pines, with a hint of mint that reminded me of Jake’s delicious breath. Jake quickly closed the car door as I admired the way its hinges allowed the door to lift up, rather than out. Every aspect of the car, every detail had been painstakingly cared for and considered.
Jake slid into the drivers’ side, started the engine, rolled down the windows, and pulled out of the parking lot very slowly. I couldn’t help but think the previously secretive playboy now wanted to flaunt his wealth – or maybe he wanted to flaunt me.
“I’ve held my tongue until now, only because I was afraid we wouldn’t leave that apartment if I didn’t, but you look incredible… You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jake looked over and allowed his eyes to caress my body, hiding none of his later intentions.
“Thank you,” I blushed.
His gaze heated my core, making a bead of sweat form on my lower back. I noticed his grip tighten on the steering wheel as he slightly readjusted his sitting position. Just staring at one another pulled the sexual tension to the max.
“I told you to wear something hot, but I didn’t mean this hot,” he joked. “Seriously, though. I can’t even look at you without getting a chub. And you smell. You smelled so good, like warm vanilla.” He growled those last words, closing his eyes for a moment as if savoring the smell of me.
I looked down to his lap for confirmation and was given it. The broad length of him pressed firmly against the center of his slim-fit black pants. They were stretched tautly and I immediately thought of what else that part of him could stretch tautly. I sucked in my bottom lip, trying to clear my head from the onslaught of sexual thoughts.
Jake chuckled softly, clearly finding my reaction to him amusing.
“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to the road,” I said sassily, pointing to the interstate.
“You’re distracting me! Maybe you should drive instead,” he teased, leaning back and removing his hands from the steering wheel.
The sports car started to veer right and I reached for the wheel just as it self-corrected, without the use of Jake or I’s hand.
“Woah. Is this a self-driving car?” I asked, momentarily distracted from the stifling heat that was growing in my body moments ago.
“It’s not self-driving, but it has a lane assist function. I still have to drive the car, but on a straight highway like this, it can keep me in the lane on its own.” Jake said nonchalantly.
“That’s cool,” I replied, unsure what to say next. I didn’t know a lot about cars or their features, but it was cool to watch the steering wheel move.
Jake began moving his seat back to a more comfortable position but keeping one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel. As a tall, well-built man, there wasn’t much room to begin with so his seat was pushed back to the furthest point.
His hand slid to my thigh. The car was so small that it took little effort for his hand to slip from his own thigh to mine. He began stroking long idle circles along the leather lining my inner thigh. The touch was gentle, caressing more than teasing. It irked a part of me that wanted his hand to move closer, to move further up my thigh, between my legs.
I looked up expecting to see him watching me, looking at the way his touch impacted me, but he was scrolling through playlists on his phone. He was completely content, his pants no longer pulled taunt.
I’m not sure why my body was irritated about his hands not stroking me in more sensual ways. Maybe, after experiencing the best orgasms of my lif, I was turned into a horny monster, and seeing Jake triggered those memories so thoroughly that it left me wet and aching. Maybe, it was the words Scott ground into my mind that wanted Jake’s reassuring touch, to know everything Scott said was false. Maybe, it was both of those things or something else entirely.
We sat in silence for an eternity before I finally broke. His hand went from resting on my thigh, to stroking circles, to holding my hand, massaging my hand, then back to my leg. I wanted more. I needed more. My body sat there restlessly, tormented by images of our last time together. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, the throbbing bundle of nerves at my center.
I unbuckled my seat belt and got on my knees facing Jake. He looked up at me in utter confusion until my hands went straight to his belt. Within seconds, his belt and pants were loose. Jake watched me with wide eyes and an open mouth, making no move to stop me.
“Pull them down,” I ordered.
He set aside his phone and slid his pants down just enough for me to pull his growing erection out. Before he could say a word, my lips were around him. I took him deep into my mouth, hitting the gagging point and then pulling back. Jake let out a short gasp and shuddered as I stroked my tongue over his tip, lapping up a bead of pre-cum.
I’m not sure what came over me, but I needed him inside me and this was currently the only way I could have him. His hand cupped me between the legs, a silent indication of what he wanted. Wordlessly, I pulled back from his cock to unbutton my own pants and slide them down. The lacey bodysuit was another matter. There were no buttons or flaps to access the bottom. I looked up at him exasperated, pleading to find a solution.
Jake must’ve had experience with such clothing items because he merely pulled the bottom aside and drove his fingers into me. There was no taunting and teasing, no time to savor the touch of one another. Pure lust and need that needed release as soon as possible.
My mouth and hands were on him again. I sucked him deeply and firmly, using my tongue to run up the base of his cock while his fingers pumped into me at the same pace.
His fingers curled inside me as his knuckles caressed my folds. I felt the wetness dripping down my thighs and heard the slapping sound of it as his hand pounded against me. I hadn’t realized just how badly I needed this. I was so anxious before, but now all I could focus on was Jake inside of me.
Giving him oral, while he fingered me and drove down the highway was so erotic, I didn’t have time to register the orgasm until it hit me. Like a stroke of lightning shooting into my body, the orgasm racked through me and I screamed onto his cock.
Jake groaned and thrust upward into my mouth, drowning out my moans as hot liquid spilled down my throat and he came with me.
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