“Come here.” Jake pulled her quickly into his lap again and she straddled him, his hands exploring her body, up and down her sides, over her hips, pressing her against his crotch. They danced that way, rocking together, Jake’s mouth covering the tops of her breasts with wet kisses, the heat of his cock through denim rubbing against her panties, creating a horrible friction, making her want him with an urgent, keening ache. What had started out as a temporary distraction was quickly turning into a force of nature she couldn’t control and couldn’t stop-and she didn’t want to.
“We have to be quiet,” Jake murmured, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her again. “Can you do that?”
She gasped when his fingers nudged her panties aside, tracing the puffy swell of her lips. They were as smooth as her scalp-she didn’t have to shave at all anymore.
As much as she hated the treatments that made the hair on her head fall out, it was a benefit when it came to other parts of her body.
“I’ll try to be quiet,” she whispered, whimpering as Jake slipped a finger inside and found her wet-embarrassingly wet.
“Oh god.” His finger moved in and out, eliciting little noises from her throat.
“When you say that, I want to make you scream.”
“I’ll be quiet,” she promised, shivering and biting her lip as his thumb found the sensitive nub of her clit. He rubbed there as he fingered her, her nipples hardening under her bra. “Just please don’t stop.”
He gave a low growl, pulling the material of her bra down with his other hand, letting her breasts spill free against his face. She arched so he could reach them with his mouth and he teased them back and forth, round and round, matching the motion of his tongue with the fingers between her legs.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, reaching back to feel him. His cock strained against his zipper. She undid it, sliding her hand in and finding the tent of his boxers underneath. Jake helped her, slipping his cock free and groaning softly, her nipple between his lips, when she took him in her hand.
“Quiet,” she reminded him, smiling at his soft moan into her breasts as she stroked him against her behind, his precum wetting the silk of her panties.
“I’ll try,” he breathed, his fingers pumping in and out of her wetness, matching the tug of her hand between his legs. “But oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so good…”
“I know.” She swallowed, rolling her hips, wanting more. It had been so long, too long, and he was right, it felt far too good to stop. “Wait.” She shifted her hips, rubbing the tip of his dick against her clit, circling it there, and then sliding it down her slit, nudging the fingers away with what she really wanted-
his cock-pulling her panties further aside for him. Jake grabbed her hips as she positioned herself, easing down slowly, taking his length. They both sighed when she bottomed out, rocking her pelvis up against his.
“I was wrong,” he gasped, looking up at her. “This feels even better.”
“Mmmm hmm,” she agreed.
“And look at that,” he teased, shifting his weight, making her gasp at the pressure of him inside. “You’re on top, just how you like it.”
“So I am.” Rachel laughed softly, her fingers gripping his shoulders for balance.
His hands were moving again, up over her sides, her breasts, cupping her face so he could bring her to him and kiss her. She sucked at his tongue, feeling his cock throb in response, but when his hands moved through her hair again, she distracted him by putting them somewhere else, this time her ass.
He grabbed her behind and thrust, making her moan. She remembered her promise to be quiet and bit her lip.
“So where did our little game leave off?” he inquired, moving his hips to meet her.
“Game?” she gasped. She couldn’t think. She could barely speak.
“Hard or soft?” he asked, demonstrating, first with a few hard strokes, followed by a slower, easier pace.
“Oh god.” She dug her fingers into his shoulders. “Hard. Please.”
“Deep or short?” Another demonstration-long, deep strokes, followed by short, fast ones.
“Ohhh! Deep! Deep and hard!” Rachel begged, her thighs trembling as they clenched his.
Jake gave her just what she wanted, keeping his hands on her ass and fucking up to meet her. Rachel couldn’t take much more. Her clit was throbbing, her whole body aching for release.
“Up or down?” Jake whispered.
“Yes!” Rachel cried.
He smiled, eyes half-closed. “In or out?”
“Yes!” Rachel panted, grinding her pussy down on him. “Oh god yes, more, all of it, everything, please!”
“Oh god.” Jake’s grip tightened and she felt his thighs flex under hers. “Rachel, baby. Oh…wait…”
“I can’t,” she breathed against his ear. “I’m going to come all over your cock.”
“Yes!” He forgot all about being quiet, shoving deep and hard and fast into her pussy, driving her up toward the ceiling of the limo with his hips, groaning loudly with every thrust. She knew he was coming, could feel the heated throb of his cock deep inside, and she was just seconds away from coming too.
“Oh please,” she begged, reaching down and rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles, sending herself flying over the edge into a blissful freefall, trembling and writhing in his arms as her orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy seized his cock with such force he howled and buried his face against her breasts in an effort to muffle the sound. She milked him with her climax until he shuddered and begged her to stop, stop, please, god, I can’t take it anymore…
Rachel came to earth slowly. The sound of their breath came to her first, still harsh and panting. Then the movement of the limo-they were on the road again, going fast, probably on the highway. Then the realization that they were naked-well, she was, mostly. He had just undone his jeans.
Rachel reached for her jersey, pulling it back on over her head and then adjusting her bra underneath. Jake zipped and straightened, and soon they were both dressed again, tucking and smoothing things over.
“So much for being quiet,” Jake teased as she picked up her purse-it had fallen to the floor in the middle of things.
Rachel felt her cheeks grow hot and she glanced toward the tinted glass. “You think he heard us?”
He chuckled. “I think they probably heard us down in Texas.” The car slowed to a stop and she leaned over, looking out to see her apartment building towering above them.
“Looks like we’re here.” Rachel met his gaze for a moment but she was too overwhelmed to do it for long. “I had a great time, Jake. Thank you.” He didn’t say anything for a moment and the silence stretched. She knew he was waiting for her to ask him up-and she should have, considering. But she couldn’t do it.
Her apartment was her sanctuary, the place where she could let her hair down-quite literally-and she didn’t know if she could trust anyone there, even him.
When the limo driver knocked on the car door instead of just swinging the door wide, Rachel knew he must have heard them.
“Open up,” Jake called and she flushed at his words. The driver opened the door and waited. Jake grabbed her hand as she started to slide across the seat, stopping her. He slid close enough to kiss her softly and she melted at the touch of his lips, the draw of his tongue, but when his hand moved in her hair, she shrank away.
“Goodnight, Jake,” she murmured.
“Goodnight, Rapunzel,” he whispered. She gave him a little smile, hearing him say, “I’ll call you!”
She slipped past the driver and pushed the door open to her building and escaped, afraid to look back to see if Jake was following her with his eyes.