He sinks on top of me, and I spread myself wider, my heart pulsing. “Jake…”
“Coming, baby,” he says, and another warm jolt ripples through me.
“Please?”
Please just do this so I can return to my mission before everything goes to shit the way it always does.
He’s about to press inside me, when he stops. “I… Uh… Condom?”
It’s like someone’s laid a brick on my chest. I can’t believe I almost forgot. I’m not usually so reckless. I should be glad he remembered the condom, but it feels like a slap to the face. A rejection from the kind of guy who rejected me on sight when I was younger.
“Sorry,” I hear myself say. “Totally. Sorry, I should have said?—”
“I don’t want to,” he says quickly. “It’s just… Y’know?”
A cold smile lifts my cheeks, and I welcome it. Every particle of distance between me and this man is a good thing. “You’re an All Black, and you can’t beknocking up miscellaneous bar sluts?”
He opens his mouth, and I interrupt. “I’m joking. Please get a condom? I really want to do this.”
And I do. But not as much as I want to keep my shields at maximum force while it happens.
I get my wish. Jake puts on a condom and gives me what I assume is the Graves-Holland special. I watch, rather than feel, as he fucks me slow and hard, extracting orgasms from my body like he’s shelling peas. We burn through a dozen songs as Jake plays my body like I play the flute, his world-class ass flexing in the convenient mirror lining the wardrobe.
“You like that, Ada?” he demands. “You like takin’ that dick?”
Every time he says it, I come. Instantly. It’s ridiculous. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’m barely here for it. Most of me is curled up tight somewhere deep, refusing to emerge no matter how hard my body begs. Then I glance over my shoulder. Jake’s driving into me from behind, chest slick with sweat, eyes wide with something like awe.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, and the way his voice cracks on the ‘g’ makes my stomach drop. The hum of warning is almost electric, but then his hand clamps on my shoulder, pinning me as he fucks me deeper.
“Ada,” he groans, and the sound of my name in his mouth burns into every place I’ve tried to hide.
“Jake,” I breathe, unable to stop myself. “Jake.”
“That’s it. Say my name. Say my fuckin’ name and look at me while you come on my cock.”
I try, but his rhythm wrecks my balance. My face falls into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for the moment that’s about to break me open. “I’m almost there again. I just need you… closer, I think.”
Jake swears, withdrawing and flipping me onto my back like a doll. He lowers onto me, his mouth finding mine as his cock drives deep. His pubic bone grinds against my clit, making sparks flick through my body, and I feel like I’m opening. He’s inside me in two places, but it feels like everywhere. I’m screaming now, Jake’s name, toGod for mercy, incoherent sobs and gasps. Maybe that’s why I can’t hear my armour letting out one last screech before clattering to the ground. I’m completely bare, just me and him, our bodies locked together. My body. His body. Us.
Fuck this.
I slam back into my head and reach for the alarm. I remember the feel of cold tile, the itch of wool socks. I remember sitting alone on the floor of the Pukekohe High toilets, crying so hard I’m hyperventilating. All around me, people are pissing and leaving and pissing and leaving, and no one asks if I’m okay. I’m totally alone.
My armour clicks on. Lights up around me like it never went away. I feel the heat of Jake’s body, his tongue against mine, but I might as well be in space.
Okay, a new voice says in my mind.This dude can clearly bang it out for hours, and I’m not sticking around to be treated like that. So, what now?
The answer is obvious. Every time I’ve tried to do something to Jake—suck his cock, ride him, reverse cowgirl—he’s stopped me. That could mean he’s a control freak, but I don’t think so. I think there’s a very simple way to kill this excruciating intimacy.
I lay a hand on Jake’s cheek and gently urge him upward.
He stares down at me, confused. “Everything okay?”
“I’m really close,” I whisper in my Snow White voice. “Can I please go on top?”
He hesitates for a second too long. “Sure.”
Oh, Jakey, you’re a goner…
