He turns us, settling onto his back as I clamber onto his massive body. He hisses out a breath as I sink onto him, tucking my heels under my thighs for extra leverage.
I torture him a little, holding still as I pull my hair across one shoulder, squeezing my tits and tracing my fingers along my stomach. Jake’s gaze flashes from my rack to my face to the place where we’re joined. His cock pulses hard inside me.
Bingo…
I start rocking, fast and tight, moaning for good measure. I might not have done Pilates in a while,but my muscles are still strong enough to ride Jake Graves-Holland straight to hell. Only I don’t have to. Within seconds, he’s grabbing my hips, trying to slow me down.
“Baby. Baby, you’ve gotta go easy or I’ll?—”
“But I’m soclose…” I whimper, keeping pace. “Can you watch me, Jake? Can you look while I ride your big cock?”
He goes rigid, his eyes screwing shut. “Ada…”
“I’m gonna come sohard,Jake. You’re.Just.So.Big. You’re the biggest guy I’veeverbeen with.”
He grunts like he’s been gut-shot, and I wonder if I can get tried in the Hague for this. Oh well. You get that on the big jobs.
“Jake, can youpleasewatch me?”
“Fuck, babe, I want to, I just?—”
“Please? You feelsogood. You’resohuge.”
“Fuck,” he spits. “Fuckin’ hell.”
I exaggerate my movements, pulling my stomach tight, making my boobs bounce. I grab his hand and push his fingers in my mouth. They’re the two that were inside me before, and I moan as I taste myself.
“Shit. Fuck. Ada…?”
I speed up, whimpering like I’m on the brink of orgasm.
“Ada.Ada!”
Time for the cherry.I take Jake’s fingers all the way into the back of my throat, the same way I did his cock, and he comes, bucking like a wrangled bull. I turn my face skyward so he can’t see me smile.
“Jesus Christ, Ada…”
“That was so good,” I agree, clambering off him. “Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom.”
I’m still turned on as I pad to the en suite, but I like it that way. Let Captain Popular be another man who couldn’t quite satisfy me. I unravelled him, guiding every breath, every tremor, until Pukekohe’s hometown hero was just another dude enthralled by my body. A body no one looked twice at back in the day.
I pee and wash my hands without looking at my reflection, my mind focused on what’s coming next.
“Hey,” Jake says as soon as I reappear. “Gimme fifteen and we’ll go again?”
“Sure,” I say, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. I unlock it and examine myself in the front camera as though checking my makeup. I tilt the lens until Jake’s face vanishes and snap a photo.
There’s me, from the shoulders up, smiling like the cat that ate the cream, with an anonymous man reclining in the bed behind me. Anonymous, except his bicep has what I assume is quite a recognisable tattoo if you’re a fan of Ye Olde All Blacks.
“You are so beautiful.”
I whirl around. “Sorry?”
“You heard me.” He gives me a heavy-lidded look. “C’mere.”
I know that expression. Dude’s gonna try and eat me out again. Or worse,make love to me.
“I need to vape,” I improvise, reaching for my discarded thong.
