Chapter Eight
I have no clue how long I soaked in the tub. The bubbles still covered me, but there weren’t as many. I was in my own Cammy world of juice boxes and soccer games when the door opened and Jake walked in, shirt halfway over his head.
“Uh, still in here!” I shrieked, trying to cover my goodies up with as many bubbles as possible.
“Oh, don’t mind me. Just need a shower.” I kid you not, the man just stripped right in front of me. Hot muscles, ass, and definitely not a tiny cock were being paraded in front of me like a damn carrot. Oh Lord, did my nipples perk up, begging to be touched; my pussy ached, and I wiggled a little from it being uncomfortable.
Jake Wild was the man that women’s porn was made of. He turned on the shower and stepped in. Thank the shower gods for clear glass. Totally without shame, I caressed myself as he ran his hands through his brown hair, down his face, and over his unbelievably tongue-fuckable body. Those abs, those arms, those legs, that ass! I wanted to take a bite out of it, like chocolate. More than that, I wanted to ride his face and cock like a cowgirl.
When he turned to wash his back, his eyes connected with mine. I could see desire forming in his gaze. His eyes dipped down and I followed the line of sight. Oops. One nipple was not being hidden by the bubbles. I looked back at him to see him staring at me like a damn animal about to pounce. God, that was so hot.
Like the squirrel I was, I saw movement below and my attention was directed to his growing cock. Oh dear God. Jumping out of the bathtub like a bat out of hell, I grabbed a towel and ran out of the room. I couldn’t do it.
I wanted nothing more than to jump onto his cock and hold on for dear life, but shit! I was going to stay here for a whole week! I couldn’t let my pink velvet sausage wallet dictate what was happening. I was a sore sack of poo right now. I was horny as hell, and frustrated. I wanted him, but he couldn’t be my end game. This wasn’t my future. I dried off and put on some clothes. I was determined to act like nothing happened. Yeah, I was a wuss.
When Jake finally exited the shower, I was down in the living room trying to figure out his TV set. It wasn’t anything fancy, but he only had one remote and I didn’t know what the settings were.
“How do you work this thing?” I growled as he came down the stairs. I was too ashamed to look him in the face, so I just stared at the remote. His big hands gently took the remote from my hands and I watched as he pressed a button to the side and the TV turned on. Okay, then.
“Sweetheart.” His voice was soft, and was beckoning me to look at him. I didn’t. I looked at the TV, but then his fingers gently lifted my chin so I had to face him. The whole bathroom scene flooded my mind. His eyes on me. My fingers on my clit. His cock growing at the sight of my nipple.
“What’s going through that head of yours?” he asked.
“I want to kiss you,” I blurted out softly, and then added what scared me.
“But I’m afraid I’ll like it if I do. It won’t work between us.”
“Stop thinking,” he murmured, as his face inched closer to mine.
I stopped talking and cleared my head. I waited for our mouths to connect. My eyes drifted to his lips, then back to his eyes. He was waiting for me, letting me get used to the idea of our lips melding. Despite my reservations about lighting this fire, I wanted to kiss him. I wanted that first kiss with him. I believed first kisses were everything. An undeniable clashing of two souls caught in a wave of passion. A tsunami that overtakes the heart and ignites the body. It is a timeless moment in the throes of love.
Closing my eyes, I leaned in and softly pressed my lips to his. Immediately, I felt something I’d never experienced. My heart raced, tingles raced through my veins, and stars exploded behind my eyes. We hadn’t even moved from just our lips meeting, and I wanted to grip him hard, run my hands through his hair, then throw him on the couch and have my naughty way with him. But, I also wanted this moment to last. I knew my head would catch up soon and scream at me to end this.
I pulled back slightly, only to connect us again. This time we moved against each other’s mouths. Teasing. His teeth gently nipped at my lower lip. Wanting to explore more, I opened for him and our tongues danced in sync. His hands gently cupped the back of my head, keeping me close. My hands clenched his shirt, wanting the exact thing. To be close, to never let this moment end. But it did.
Binksie chose that moment to rub up against us annoyingly. I pulled back and came to a decision.
“All right, kitten. You win. I’m yours for the week. I’ll try not to over think things, although I won’t make any promises.” I took a step out of his arms and looked him in those pretty blue eyes. I was a nut for making this deal in the first place, so I guess I was going full loon and embracing the dark side.
“One week,” he huffed.
“You might want to relax for the rest of the night. Busy day tomorrow.” He set the remote down on the couch and walked off into the kitchen. I sagged onto the cushions as Binksie rubbed up against my legs. Little pussy blocker.
He walked back into the room a few minutes later looking cool as a cucumber, unlike me. My head was all over the place.
“Naughty little animal, aren’t you?” He was looking at me with an amused face. I looked at him with confusion. You could tell he was holding back his laughter. What the hell? He nodded his head towards the TV. I just realized I hadn’t even looked to see what was on. Oh boy.
Monkeys were getting it on.Animal Mating Ritualson the animal channel was on full blast. Cue red cheeks.
“Well, if I’m going to be playing with you, kitten, I gotta learn all the animal tricks.” Yeah, I was trying to play it off. He laughed and sat on the cushion next to me.
“Not sure I like the nickname you keep playing at.” He didn’t move to change the channel. Should I? But then I’d have to cross his body to grab the remote. This couch was sort of large. I bet he could sleep on it pretty comfortably, and he was no small man.
“Name stays. Are you going to change this or are we going to continue to watch animals get it on?” I whined. He looked at me and that smirk rose onto his face.
“You want to change it, there’s the remote.” He pointed to his right, where the remote was nestled in the corner of the couch, against the armrest. It was probably only four feet away. I could easily get up and get it, but call me a pyro, because I was totally in for playing with this fire. I looked at him and rose onto my knees. Like the kitty cat I was trying to be, I crawled across him, ass in the air. I pressed my face into the couch, successfully placing my ass right in his face, and grabbed the remote.
“EEP!” I shrieked. He bit my ass!
“I told you, sweetheart, all animals can bite,” he said to my backside. I knocked his face with my bottom and climbed back to my side.
“Savage,” I murmured, and changed the channel. But even as I settled back in the couch, I felt my insides stir, and my core heat up. I apparently liked that love bite. We didn’t say anything after that, but my mind was rolling. I thought about the type of sex you would have with a man like Jake. Rough, animal sex, I bet. He would pick you up and move you around. Pound into you from behind and bite your neck as he growled in release. Oh yeah, I bet Jake was a growler.
