“I can’t believe I let you talk me into meeting you here,” Maggie said as she stared out at the crowded basketball arena. People were still filing in and taking their seats as vendors ran up and down the steep steps offering drinks and assorted snacks. The noise level increased and the constant chatter blended into a hum of background chatter.
“Oh come on, you used to come here every weekend, you love it here,” Jen said and Maggie shifted in her seat. “Besides, it’s opening night of the season.” She crossed her arms, furrowing her brow.
Maggie glanced at the people around them; they were happy, smiling and laughing with one another… oblivious to their troubles even. “Yeah, I know, but, that was different, Jen. I used to come here with…” she trailed off as her thoughts wandered to memories of…him. She could envision him sitting next to her. Beer in one hand, bag of peanuts in the other and a grin from ear to ear. “Ready, baby?” he would say. A quick kiss from him, and the event would begin.
Jen’s fingers snapped in front of Maggie’s eyes, bringing her back to the moment.
“Oh come on, don’t look at me like that,” Maggie said and cringed when Jen rolled her eyes.
“I don’t know what you saw in him.” Jen laid a hand on Maggie’s arm. “It’s been months since you ended the relationship and you’re still holding on.” Jen leaned forward in her seat, propping her elbows on her knees. “Could you even call it a relationship?” she asked.
Was it a relationship? Is that what you call something made up of intense emotion, equally intense fighting, incredible sex, and more fighting? Was that love?
“He loved me, Jen, I know he did.” Maggie looked down and fiddled with a loose thread on her pants. “But he was just never settled, never completely happy.” She took a deep breath and released it, slowly.
“He never gave as much as you did to the relationship,” Jen said. “He didn’t deserve you then, and he sure as hell doesn’t deserve you pining for him now.” Jen settled back in her chair and fluffed her hair with her fingers.
“I know you don’t see what I saw in him. His heart and soul were damaged but there was good there,” Maggie said, meeting Jen’s eyes. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
Jen crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine by me, but I still think you’re seeing it through those damn rose-colored glasses. He played you…”
Maggie closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander as Jen nattered on. He’d played her, alright. Emotionally and physically. For a moment she could almost feel his expert fingers strumming across her skin. Her body shivered at the memory and goose bumps pebbled her arms. “I need some air.” She jumped up before Jen could stop her.
“Hurry back!” Jen called as Maggie darted up the stairs.
The mere thought of him made her heart ache. Anger spiked in her mind and her body smoldered with desire. Jen had a point, though. He’d always held a part of himself back from her; there were times when she couldn’t reach him at all. I’m a free spirit, Maggie. No one knows everything there is to know about another person. There’s always something hidden. His words echoed in her mind. And then there were those few precious moments when the walls came down and he became vulnerable. He would hold her in his arms for hours, it would seem, sharing his dreams and his fears. Then there were the times they just talked and laughed and their love grew. He told her he loved her, would always love her. She lived for those moments.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, Maggie searched for a distraction as she wandered the open vending halls of the stadium. They had spent many weekends there together and the halls whispered memories to her. She remembered how they used to race down the corridors to get to their seats. She could still feel him tugging her along. Then he would suddenly pull her off to the side to steal a quick tantalizing kiss. She almost loathed the memories, a constant presence in her mind. She hadn’t actually seen him since she threw him out of her apartment, and that was probably for the best.
Maggie paused. Is someone calling my name?
The hall was filled with patrons milling around the vendors, but no one looked familiar. She took another glance around. Finding no one, she shrugged off the feeling and continued down the corridor. Suddenly, a hand firmly encircled her arm and spun her. She found herself face to face with brilliant blue eyes. Eyes that haunted her memory.
She blinked. And blinked again.
It’s him. Oh God, it’s him. Panic raced through her mind. What the hell is he doing here? Her stomach folded in on itself and her throat went dry.
Maggie yanked her arm from his grasp. “You scared the shit out of me.” Straining to catch her breath, she pressed her hand to her heart. She turned to walk away from him, trying not to run and at the same time, remember how to breathe with each step.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—wait!”
“I’m sorry? You’re always fucking sorry,” Maggie muttered through a shaky breath.
“Come here. Let me talk to you for a minute,” he said running after her. His footsteps trailed hers in the corridor.
“Keep away from me, Jake,” she said over her shoulder.
“Will you just stop for a second?” He reached, barely grazing the skin of her shoulder with his fingertips. “Look, how was I supposed to know you would be here? I’m as shocked as you are. Dammit, Maggie stop!” He clasped her wrist halting her and tugged her down a narrow hall, away from the crowds and prying eyes.
With her mind frazzled in the effort to escape him; she barely tracked where he was taking her. “Let go of me now!” She slapped at his hand holding her wrist. Anger rose in her chest, fast and hot.
He spun on his heel, pulled her against his body, and then backed her into the cold brick wall. “Maggie, stop.”
“Get away from me,” she said through gritted teeth, pushing her hands against his chest.
Leaning in, he pressed a hard kiss to her lips.
No, not again! She tore free of his mouth and slapped him as hard as she could across the face.
His head snapped to the side and the crack of her hand echoed off the empty walls of the narrow hallway. “Fuck, baby—stop,” he growled, and captured her wrists.
Her heartbeat quickened as she struggled to free herself from his grasp.
Jake gripped her wrists tighter and wrenched her arms above her head, arching her body into his.
Her full breasts pressed into his chest. The delicious heat of his body, so firm against hers, saturated her skin and her breath sawed in and out of her lungs.
She closed her eyes as he tenderly touched his forehead to hers.
“I lied before; I knew you would be here. I couldn’t stay away,” he whispered.
She wouldn’t look at him— couldn’t look at him. She knew if she did, she’d be lost in the deep-blue sea of his eyes. The tide would carry her away and she would be left to drown. Her body betrayed her with that familiar tingle in her stomach and she bit the inside of her cheek.
Slowly, his lips brushed over hers.
Catching his bottom lip in her teeth, she bit down hard, drawing blood.
Jake let out something between a groan and a growl and pressed against her harder, grinding his pelvis against hers.
Out of breath, she released his lip and struggled to regain some control over her body.
“Why are you here? What do you want?” She avoided his eyes and licked the coppery taste from her lips.
“I told you, I can’t stay away. I need you.”
“The fuck you do,” she growled, and met his eyes with a glare.
Standing under the heat of his gaze, her body began to win the battle against her mind. Jake’s soft words chipped away at her defenses, reminding her of a time when she believed them. “You can’t betray me like you did and just come back to fill some sick need you have.”
“C’mon babe, I know you’re angry. Don’t you miss me?” His lips arched into that devilish smile she remembered so well.
“No,” she replied coolly, trying for all it was worth to steel her heart against him. She had never been good at that; could never stay mad at him for long. Even in her angriest moments she wanted him. The anger just fueled the sexual lust between them.
Maggie recalled one particular argument they’d had in the car. She slapped him then, too. And what did he do? He grabbed her, kissed her, and fucked her right there in the front seat. She knew that if she didn’t pull the e-brake lever now, the same thing would end up happening. Did she want that? Maybe she did.
He leaned in and nibbled her chin, then kissed it softly, dragging her back from the memory. “You don’t miss me? Not even a little?”
His lips were so close to hers now, separated by a breath.
As much as her mind wanted to reject him, keep fighting, she actually loved it when he was dominant like this. Her body remembered its burning need for him. The last several months apart had done nothing to diminish the sexual heat she felt for him. Damn it, she was losing her resolve, completely powerless when he wanted her to be. She couldn’t deny him, never wanted to, and he knew it.
“Aw, babe, I missed you.” His tongue darted out and licked her upper lip, teasing it. Goose bumps rose all over her skin. Braless beneath her tank top, her nipples beaded to hard points. Each maddening sensation caused her body to ignore all reason and relax against his.
“Tell me you missed me,” he said, licking her upper lip again, coaxing her mouth open. “You taste like you missed me.” Dipping his head, he licked a line up her neck to her ear. “Tell me.” His voice a low rumble Maggie could feel between her thighs.
“I missed you,” she said in a breathless whisper, no longer able to keep her emotions at bay.
Jake exhaled and rocked his hips forward, pressing his thick arousal to her belly. “That’s my girl.” Taking possession of her mouth, he kissed her again. Letting go of her wrists and looping his arms under hers, he pulled her body tight against his.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and threaded her fingers through his hair. She gripped the soft strands tightly, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. The tension between them exploded in a war of tangled tongues and teeth, biting and sucking, satiating each other’s thirst.
He broke the kiss and ran his mouth down her throat to her cleavage.
Her skin tightened and a moan escaped her with the feel of his scorching tongue.
Pausing, he looked up into her eyes. “Tell me again.” He moved lower and suckled her hard nipple through the thin material of her top, sending electric spikes of pleasure over her skin. Pulling away, his gaze dropped to her full breasts. With one eyebrow raised, he grinned, gripped the neck line and tore her top down the center.
She gasped and before she had a chance to respond, his mouth covered her nipple, biting and teasing it with his tongue, his rough hands cupping both breasts.
“I missed you. God, I missed you!” she cried out in a strangled yell.
Desire climbed higher with each delicious nibble and stroke of his tongue. She reached down his back and tugged at his shirt.
Jake pulled it over his head and returned quickly to worship her other nipple.
Scraping her nails down his back, she raised one leg and wrapped it around his waist, grinding her hips against the thick erection inside his jeans. She’d lost all hope of control now. She took one of his hands in hers and raised it to her lips. She licked the tip of one finger and then sucked it between her lips, suckling and tasting the salt on his skin. Slowly, she slid it out of her mouth, scraping it with her teeth, then bit the tip.
His body stilled and he raised his eyes to meet hers.
She traced her tongue down to his palm, drawing small, wet circles on the sensitive skin, and continued to his wrist.
“Fuck baby, you know I love that,” Jake growled and pulled away from her breast. He held her raised thigh tighter with his free hand, rolled his luscious lean hips, and pressed his hardened length against her center.
Maggie bit and sucked the sensitive skin of his wrist between her teeth.
Jake shuddered.
Her wetness coated her panties as her mind raced to make sense of the fact that he was in her arms again.
His lips claimed hers in a flash of desperate need.
She moaned into his mouth, his tongue stroked and rolled with hers. Her clitoris pulsed. Her pussy so wet, and her panties were soaked through.
He gripped her ass and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped both legs around his waist and he pressed her harder against the wall. Their jeans the only barrier, he began rubbing his hard length against her center, thrusting and rocking his hips.
Her orgasm began to build with each delicious thrust.
“Yes baby! More—yes mmm.” She clawed at his back as he licked down her chin to her throat. Her breasts rubbed against his muscled chest, providing added friction to her sensitive nipples.
Pressing harder, he rocked his hips faster against her core.
Her body spun, tighter and tighter, the growing knot was tied and her cunt clenched down on itself. Her clit swelled further with each demanding thrust. So close, just a little more.
“Come for me, come now!” Jake growled the low command in her ear.
Screaming his name, her orgasm broke free. A shuddering wave of lust and pleasure rolled through her.
Breathless and limp, he pulled their bodies away from the wall. With her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, he walked further into the dim corridor.
She licked and suckled the sweet skin of his neck, adding little stinging bites. He tasted like heaven to her. Salty from his exertion and the familiar sweetness that was all Jake.
“I have to taste you now. I need you naked, babe.” He sat her atop a pile of storage boxes at the end of the hall and knelt in front of her. He began taking off her high-heeled sandals. “Very sexy. Too bad we can’t leave these on.” A low chuckle vibrated from his throat. “You can wear them again for me later,” he said, with one brow cocked and that slight grin across his lips.
Her body still floating from her honeyed orgasm, Maggie ran a finger over his collar bone to his shoulder, and on to his chest. She marveled at the thickness of it as her eyes drank in the amazing contours of his body. His skin reminded her of satin, always so smooth.
So. Beautifully. Male.
Jake pushed her onto her back and ran a hot hand from her neck down the center of her breasts to her soft stomach. He pulled open the top button of her pants, tugged down the zipper, and wrenched her jeans down and off her long legs.
Maggie let out a groan.
“You like that do you?” He looked down and eyed her lace G-string. “Hmm, what do we have here?” He traced the lines with his finger tip then leaned down and licked along the edge, from hip bone to hip bone.
“Mmm, yes.” She wiggled in helpless delight as he tickled her with his tongue.
She loved how he played with her.
His mouth traveled further down and covered the gentle rise of her sex. He exhaled a hot breath, causing her eyes to roll back in her head, and her juices increased, flooding her panties further. A single long lick up the center of her pussy through the thin lace sent lightning bolts of sensations up her spine and a strangled high-pitched moan from her lips.
Floating in a lust induced fog, she watched as he pulled back, grabbed the thin sides of her panties, and with a swift jerk, tore both strings free from her hips.
With a slanted grin he pulled them from between her legs and stuffed them in his pocket. “I’m keeping these.”
“Of course you are,” she purred.
Kneeling before her, he splayed his palms on her thighs, spread them, and growled at the sight of her glistening and swollen folds. With one finger he stroked up the center, and then licked her honey from his finger.
Her body jerked and hot tingles shot straight to the depths of her core.
“So sweet and hot, always so wet for me, baby,” he crooned. Dipping his head, his tongue swiped up the center of her bare slit, then pulled away just before his tongue touched her swollen nub.
“You’re killing me.” She thrust her hips forward, aching to feel more of his hot tongue.
“You want more? Hold still for me, babe. I’m going to drink every drop of your hot sweetness.”
Bracing one hand on her belly, Jake spread her tender swollen flesh with the fingers of his other hand and circled his tongue around the edge of her opening.
A guttural moan escaped her as her arousal dripped and coated her ass.
“So wet and sweet, you really did miss me, huh?”
Maggie bit the palm of her hand trying to stifle her cries as her body screamed in pure ecstasy.
His lips closed around her sensitive clitoris and one, then two fingers penetrated her inner walls. He suckled and licked the tight nub, while his fingers stroked in and out, pulling more of her juices free. Delicious tendrils of pure pleasure grew in her womb as he continued his assault. He lapped again over her wet opening and thrust his tongue inside. Biting and sucking, he fucked her wet channel with his mouth and fingers.
She clutched his hair in her hands and pulled him closer.
“More, I need mo—” Her inner walls began to spasm in release. “Yes!” Her orgasm rolled over her like a freight train.
He continued to lap with tender strokes of his tongue, and sucked every drop of hot fire from her pussy.
Releasing his hair, Maggie rose to her elbows and stared down at him and met his eyes. She smiled, drawing a low chuckle from him.
He sat up from between her thighs, “Come on babe. Let’s get outta here before someone catches us.”
“What? Where do you want to go?”
“Home of course,” Jake replied with a shrug.
“Home?”
His suggestion shocked her out of her lust-induced haze. “Wait, you mean my home? The home I threw you out of?” She sat up, reached for her jeans, and pulled them on. Then grabbed her torn tank top, and tied it into a halter. “What the hell was I thinking? I shouldn’t have let this happen,” she said, shaking her head.
Fucking arrogant bastard!
“Babe, what are you talking about?” Jake got to his feet. “None of that matters now. Come on, you know I love you, right?”
“Bullshit!” She covered her face with her hands, then ran her fingers through her hair. “Where are my shoes?”
She found them, carelessly tossed aside. You have no respect for me or my things. Typical.
Maggie let out a disgusted snort and got to her feet. Inches from his face, she poked him in the chest with her finger. “If you think for one minute you are coming home with me, you are sadly mistaken.” She grabbed her shoes, turned and stalked past him.
“You love me? The fuck you do.”
“Babe, come on. Maggie, don’t go,” Jake called after her.
She ignored him and rushed down the hall.
Maggie exited the corridor looking around, frantically trying to get her bearings and decided to pick a direction, any direction to get away from him. Calm down, just get the hell out of here. As she tried to catch her breath, the internal war began. I am so weak. I just give in every fucking time. I hate him and I hate me. Finally, she spotted the correct signs indicating her exit and headed for her car. Reaching it, she unlocked the door, got in with a huff, and turned the key with shaky hands. It stuttered and stalled.
“Oh, shit. Please, please start.”
After another attempt, the engine coughed and started with a groan. Maggie pressed her head to the steering wheel in exhaustion. Tears began to flow, fast and hot, burning her cheeks and staining her shirt. She wouldn’t let him do this, touch her like he did, filling her heart and soul with hope.
She licked her lips. She could taste him and though her body still hummed with the aftershocks of her orgasms, her heart ached. It had never stopped aching. She was furious with herself for surrendering. But the intensity? She groaned at the thought. It had always been like that with Jake and her: love, pain, fight, fuck, hate, and love even more. It was too much to bear.
She wanted to find a way through it, to accept what she had discovered. Like an addict desperate for a fix, she begged him to choose, to make a choice…to choose her, or she would have to end it. He refused, almost as if he was calling her bluff. She couldn’t stand for that. For days she just curled up and cried, aching with a physical pain in her chest after she had ended it. And here she was again, burning for him, her heart bleeding for him. Aching.
No, she wouldn’t let him do this. Not again.
Her tears slowed, but her body still shook with the tremors of the emotional storm. She focused on calming her breathing and retrieved a few tissues from her bag. She blew her nose, wiped her eyes and headed for home.
Parking in her usual place, she shut off the car and shot a quick text to Jen letting her know she’d left and was fine. That was, of course, the farthest thing from the truth. She was absolutely not fine. Maggie gathered her stuff and headed into her apartment building.
That all too familiar ache settled heavily in her chest as she dragged herself up the stairs. The hallway seemed longer than usual. She slowly wandered toward her door, her eyes trained on the floor, though not really seeing. Memories assailed her. She thought of him goofing around in the kitchen while attempting to cook dinner for her, and how she laughed as he justified how chicken tasted fantastic burned. The taste of his lips. The smell of his skin, after he’d been out working in the sun all day. The way he would look at her when he didn’t think she noticed. And always, the day she confronted him, and how he tried to lie, even in the face of all the letters and pictures she had found. And there it was. The lie…lies. All of it, a big fucking lie.
Maggie looked up. Her breath caught in her throat and her steps faltered when she saw him sitting in front of her door, like something out of her dreams, or maybe her nightmares. She recovered as best she could as she approached him. Brow furrowed, shadowing deep blue eyes. A slight pout on his lips, lips she kissed a thousand times. Sandy brown hair and a body to die for. He owned her and she fucking hated him for it.
“We need to talk,” Jake said, and rose to his feet. Confident as always.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she replied, attempting to sound blasé, but failing when her voice quivered. “Move, please?”
“No. I’m not going anywhere. I’m coming inside and I’m not leaving.”
“Like hell you are,” she blurted with a half laugh, half snort. She shoved past him, and fumbled with her key in the lock. And then, she felt him.
His hard body pressed against her, his face buried in her thick blonde hair. One hand covered hers on the doorknob, the other braced against the doorjamb, effectively blocking her escape.
“Maggie, please stop fighting me, baby,” he whispered against her hair.
The tenderness in his voice, a vivid reminder of the man she missed. The man that had confessed his love for her, far too early on in their relationship. At one time he told her he’d give anything to stay with her forever. It speared her heart. Her mind raced back and forth between two emotions, terrified of her feelings and helpless against her addiction to him. She struggled to conceal her internal war, but began to cry again.
“Why did you come back?” she sobbed.
“I told you, I couldn’t stay away.” Slowly Jake removed the keys from her hand and unlocked the door, opened it, then wrapped his other hand around her waist and walked her inside.
Maggie heard the door close as they entered her dark apartment. Her low sobs the only other sound.
He turned her in his arms and cupped her face in his hands. “Baby, sweet baby, please don’t cry,” he whispered, and feathered a tender kiss to each tear soaked cheek, to her forehead, then placed a gentle kiss to her lips.
She dragged in a ragged breath and sagged against him. “I’m scared. It hurt too much. I can’t,” she shook her head, “can’t let you in again,” she mumbled in a breathless whisper, choking back her sobs.
“I still love you Maggie, so much, babe.” Jake kissed her lips and then trailed his soft mouth down her chin to her throat. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her in his embrace. “I know I fucked up baby. Let me make it up to you, please?” he whispered against her neck in between tender licks.
A moan escaped her and then… she was lost. His scent, sun kissed skin mingled with a hint of clean soap, just as she remembered, weaved its way into her soul. It bound her to him and held her as tightly as his arms that encircled her. This was the tender man her heart remembered. Maggie wound her arms around his neck. She sunk her fingers into his thick hair, pulled him away from her neck and stared directly into his eyes. “God help me, I love you too. I wish I didn’t, but I do.”
He paused for only a moment before he pressed his lips to hers with a hard kiss.
She opened for him, tasting the salt from her tears on his lips.
His tongue hesitantly stroked hers, then delved deeper, eagerly seeking her response.
Her tongue answered his call, tangled and rolled with his, and her body began a slow blissful burn.
Jake deepened the kiss and pulled her body tight to his, hands roamed to her ass, cupping and squeezing her firm bottom, stoking her fire. Still in possession of her mouth, he pushed her back towards the sofa.
Breaking the kiss, she fell onto the soft cushions and looked up, hungry for him. She needed to taste him, needed to have all of him. She raised one hand, curled her fingers over the edge of his jeans, and pulled him to stand between her legs. She ran her hands under his shirt and over his torso, exploring the hard contours of his muscles. Maggie pushed up his shirt, urging him to take it off. When he did, she stared at his muscled chest and abs and licked her lips. With her finger tip, she followed the soft thin line of trailing hair that ran from his belly button down below the lip of his jeans. She leaned in and stroked her tongue along the strip of fine hair. His taste flooded her senses until she was drowning in him. And she still wanted more.
His body shuddered, as he stood between her legs and a growl emerged from deep in his chest. Slowly, as her tongue continued to explore each ridge and hard contour of his stomach. She unbuttoned his jeans, one, then two. Her tongue descended lower to the waistline of his boxer briefs. She suckled and nipped at his sensitive skin. Pulling away with a grin spread across her lips, she looked up at him. She basked in the power of her touch and she wanted more.
She hooked one finger in the edge of his boxer briefs and tugged them down slightly, revealing the plump swollen head of his dick. “Mine,” she purred, leaned in and swirled her tongue over the tip. It was her turn to be in control and although he would only allow it for a little while, she would revel in it while she had it. Another all too familiar dance between them. He did love it when she was aggressive, but always took charge in the end.
Jake thrust forward involuntarily and a moan escaped him.
She clasped both sides of his narrow hips with her hands and stilled him, then captured the side of his open jeans between her teeth, and tugged the remaining three buttons open.
“Sweet Jesus, babe. Fuck, I love when you tease me like this,” he growled.
Looking up at him, Maggie pulled her hands away, and clasped them behind her back.
“Tell me?” She smiled. “Tell me what you want, baby?”
A knowing smile spread across his gorgeous mouth, licking his lips he paused, then replied, “I want you,” leaning down he grabbed her hair. Winding it in his fingers, he slowly tugged her head back and stared intently into her eyes, “to suck my cock.” He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, bit it just hard enough to sting, and then sucked it into his mouth.
A lust-filled groan escaped her as his words pierced her last remaining bubble of self-control. Heat erupted throughout her entire body and her cunt flooded with hot arousal. Maggie broke the kiss slowly and nodded. She tugged his boxer briefs, along with his jeans, further down his hips and captured his thick pulsing erection in her hand. She slid her thumb up the thick vein to the engorged head and caught the small bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She spread the thick hot fluid around the rim, and then raised it to her lips. She painted them with the heavenly product of his arousal, then sucked her thumb into her mouth.
“So sweet baby.” Hot and sweet, his taste coated her tongue. She hummed then licked her lips. Warmth spread through her chest and her skin tingled. Eager for more, she swirled her tongue around the head and rim, then licked down the hardened length to his heavy sac, pulled tight in arousal. She licked and suckled the tender skin, rolling her tongue over each rounded globe and back up his pink engorged shaft. Sucking the full head between her lips, Maggie moaned in response to the perfect way his prick filled her mouth.
His growl of approval resonated deep inside her body and her clit throbbed in need of release.
“God damn, your mouth is so hot.” Jake palmed the back of her head, “More. I want you to swallow every inch.” Apparently intent on taking control he gripped her hair and began to rock his hips. Slowly and deliberately he fucked her mouth.
She took him deeply, bumping her throat, humming as she sucked and rolled her tongue with each pass of her lips. Maggie circled the base of his shaft with her hand as his thrusts became more urgent. She cradled and massaged his balls with her other hand.
“Yes, baby. Yes, suck my cock,” he ground out. “That’s it, just like that.”
His delicious prick felt like velvet caressing her tongue and lips. The walls of her pussy wept as electric currents of desire shot through her inner walls. Maggie’s arousal climbed so high in response to his, she could have climaxed without him even touching her. She worshiped his cock with her mouth, over and over, with each stroke of her mouth she felt him grow impossibly harder.
“Fuck, stop!” he growled, “I need to be inside you when I come.” Jake grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet and thrust his tongue between her lips. Feverishly they sucked and lapped at each other’s mouths. He dropped to his knees before her, unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her thighs while she removed her make shift tank now turned halter top.
He leaned forward and sucked her bare clit between his lips and scraped over it with his teeth.
“Holy hell!” she cried out and bucked her hips.
He removed her sandals and peeled her jeans the rest of the way off, then removed his own.
“Damn, don’t move, baby.” He grabbed a condom from his wallet, tore the thin foil and rolled it on his length. In a blur of movement, his arms were around her. He cupped her ass in both hands, and lifted her off her feet. Eagerly, she locked her legs around his slender hips; in one motion he gripped her ass and thrust his cock deep inside her wet channel, filling her completely and burying himself balls deep.
“Oh. My. God.” A guttural moan rose from her chest. Rigid in his embrace, pussy clamped down on his thick shaft, an orgasm instantly rushed over her.
“Ah fuck, babe,” Jake moaned as her tight channel milked his hard dick.
She watched him intently, her lungs struggling to keep up with her racing heart.
With a firm grip on her hips and ass, he walked to the wall beside them, pressed her back to it and began slow, long and deep strokes in and out of her cunt.
She rocked her pelvis, rubbing against him, meeting each tormenting thrust of his hips.
His expression tight, his jaw clenched, and the muscles in his neck strained as she dug her nails into his back to hold on and rode the waves of pleasure shooting through every nerve in her body.
She bit and sucked the sensitive skin of his neck as he claimed her hard against the wall, the embers of pleasure still burned and began to build again. She arched her back and held on to his shoulders. She took each thrust as his cock slid impossibly deeper inside her slick sheath.
He ground his pelvis into her engorged clitoris, giving it the stimulation it needed. Over and over, harder and harder, her orgasm built again.
“Come for me! Come with me!” Jake threw his head back as his seed exploded inside of her.
Each hot pulse of his release filled her and brought her final, shattering orgasm to the surface. A stuttering cry rushed out of her as heat spread through her entire body; their burning cream spread down her ass and onto his thighs.
Breathless, he sagged against her, his face buried in her neck.
Maggie stroked his back and placed gentle kisses against his shoulder.
“Incredible…” he mumbled.
“...amazing,” she added.
Jake chuckled and kissed her neck. He pulled their bodies away from the wall, still carrying her, and made his way to the bedroom.
She clasped her legs and arms tighter around him, and rested her head on his shoulder. The gentleness in him that always came after their aggressive lovemaking acted as a balm for her heart. Her body in his arms, the place she longed to be most.
One arm tight around her waist, he pulled the blankets down with hand, laid her down on the bed, and stretched out beside her. Covering them both with her soft comforter, he pulled her across his chest and wrapped his arms around her.
She settled herself against his warmth, laid her head on his chest and listened intently to his rhythmic heartbeat. Closing her eyes, the waves of their love making began to ebb. Sleep tugged at her tired body, but then her mind latched on to the memory of his betrayal. After all the pleasure she had just shared with him, reality pierced her chest like an ice pick, making it painful to draw in a breath. Once again his words rang in her head, there’s always something hidden.
“Promise me that if I let you stay, you’re through with her,” she whispered.
“Through with who?” He yawned and stroked his fingers through her hair.
Maggie sat up and looked at him. “I’m serious. Promise me.”
“C’mon, babe, you know I love you. Lie down and let’s just sleep, okay?” Capturing her hand, he coaxed her back down to his chest and resumed his tender strokes of her hair, running the thick locks through his fingers.
With an exasperated sigh, she complied, partly because she was just too tired to fight, and partly because she didn’t want to face the nagging feeling in her gut that this wouldn’t last. Jake would never be fully hers. At that moment she was so lost in the comfort of his arms that she would take whatever he was willing to give her. In a vain attempt to push her thoughts away, she closed her eyes and let his warmth seep into her. She welcomed the sensations of the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. The steady beat of his heart lulled her to sleep.
* * *
As Maggie lay warm and snuggled in her blankets, the smell of fresh brewed coffee reached her and roused her from her sleepy cocoon. Rolling over, she searched for Jake and found only cold, empty space.
“Jake?”
No answer. Her chest tightened as she climbed out of bed, pulled on her silk robe and followed the smell of coffee floating through her apartment. There was no sign of him. Her heart sank and a lump lodged itself in her throat. Next to the fresh brewed pot of coffee, sat a cup, a single pink rose, and a folded note, her name scrawled on the front.
Inhaling a shaky breath, Maggie picked up the rose and note. She sat at her small kitchen table and pressed the pink petals to her nose. The sweet scent warmed her. She closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself for what message the paper held.
Opening her eyes, she unfolded the note and slowly began to read:
Maggie,
First off, I want to tell you that I love you. I need you to remember that. Always.
Second, I know I’ve fucked up, I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry for that.
I don’t want to hurt you anymore.
I have some things to take care of. I need to clean it up, need to see it through.
Please wait, because I’ll be back.
I promise.
Love you… Jake.
With a sigh, she placed the note on the table. She knew all too well what this note meant. He expected her to wait for him, to hold on to the hope that he would come back.
Fuck that.
Maggie swallowed her tears, stood up and prepared a cup of coffee. She padded to the living room and settled down on her couch with her legs gathered to her chest and sipped her coffee. Getting over Jake was the hardest thing she ever had to do. Hell, she was pretty damn sure she hadn’t gotten over him. Only God knew if she truly ever would. Even if he did come back, she knew he wouldn’t stay.
And hope? Hope was a dangerous emotion.
One more time, she drew her lines in the sand. She wouldn’t hope for him and she wouldn’t wait for him.
But she would love Jake. Forever.
