A Stormy Love

Chapter 26

It's been 6 months since we've had our new baby girl Emma. The three of us decided not to take a DNA test on her since it's not important who her biological father was. Although, it was obvious Dave was stepping back to let Jake be the fatherly figure to her.

Before Emma was born, Hedley had just finished their new album and I insisted for them to go on tour. The boys felt bad leaving me alone with the baby but there's now way I was going to let that get in the way of their career.

Emma had just started sleeping through the entire night without crying, giving you more alone time.

Even though Jake was her dad, you still refrained from getting back into a relationship with him. You didn't want to chance breaking up again and forcing your child to have to deal with parents that hated each other.

The gentle breeze rocked through your room, crisp air making you pull the covers over her exposed body more. It was nights like this when (Y/N) missed the warm body of a man beside her. It's been 15 months since she's been with somebody...the last time was in the shower with Jake and Dave. Although you usually sleep in your underwear, it was too cold tonight to do that. Walking into the closet, you find Jake's shirt. As you inhale the scent, it takes you back to a time where you almost ripped the shirt off his body. The fact that Jake was so far away was even more of a problem. You climb back in bed and debate calling him. She thought about his voice; smooth and soft as he guided her to orgasm. Or you could just touch yourself and fall back asleep. For what seemed like hours but was a mere amount of minutes, you think about your choices and just decide to just go back to sleep.

You toss and turn, unable to find a comfortable position. It’s not long before the phone starts ringing, sending quiet vibrations through your bed and a soft ring, muffled by a pillow. Squinting through the dark light, she reads the name. Jake. Just the person you've been wishing for. Answering, you throw the covers off in an instant- knowing that he’d cave into your advances, even if that wasn’t the reason why he called.

“Hey, baby. I was just thinking about you.” you say, smirking lightly. A low chuckle emits from him, happy that his girl was still yearning for him like he was.

“I’ve been thinking about you too.” He replies, sending chills down your spine at how casual he sounded but still held that sexy tone.

“Oh? Tell me then, what are you thinking about?” you play it off, trying to act genuinely interested.

“Cut the bullshit, A. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I bet you were touching yourself before I called you. Fingers deep within your wet cunt, wishing it was me instead because we both know your fingers are shit compared to me.”

(Y/N) moaned loudly. His words going straight to your core. “Like you’re any better,” you say, not letting Jake have the pleasure of calling you out. “You’re probably laying there. Trying to keep quiet while you work yourself, wishing it was my mouth instead.”

Jake groans, “Fuck (Y/N). That’s not fair, I have an interview in an hour and I don’t have time for your games.” 'Shit' you think, completely forgotting about the time difference.

“Hmm, guess you’re just going to have to work fast.” A giggle escapes your lips as you remove the shirt from your body, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

“Do you need to be punished? You’re being a bad girl, calling me and teasing me like this." He pauses and inhales, "what are you wearing?"

“Your favorite panties, no bra.” You explain, giving him the visual of you laying out on the bed and your hands roaming your body. 

“Fuck.” He curses, a perfect vision in his mind. “You’re killing me, babe. It’s bad enough knowing that I can’t taste you, you’re probably dripping for me right now.”

“Yes, baby. I’m so wet, so fucking wet for you.” Though you're not touching yourself, you can feel the wetness pooling between your thighs as you runs them together to try and create some sort of friction.

“God, I can’t wait till I can get my mouth on those sweet lips of yours.” You bite down on your lip, tracing light circles through the fabric of the thin panties. “My tongue tracing over your folds, your hands gripped tight in my hair.”

Your breathing increases, quickly sliding off your panties- unable to take anymore teasing. “Jake, please.” You beg, desperate for his voice to continue.

“My fingers fucking you gently, slowly and steady. The way I know you secretly like it, my tongue tracing over your clit.” You follow everything he says, your fingers recreating his words. “My hands will move away from you, kissing the insides of your thighs. I’ll pull away and keep you from cumming so early.”

She groans, knowing that she’d better follow through and not cheat. As great as the thought of being punished sounded, (Y/N) wanted to be on his good side when he got home. “You can’t do that, baby. I’m so worked up, it’s not nice.” She voices, still annoyed by his actions.

You groan, knowing that you’d better follow through and not cheat. “You can’t do that, baby. I’m so worked up, it’s not nice.”

“Hm, but your tits babe. I’ll kiss them, sucking on them lightly. Getting them hard and you’ll like it. My hands kneading them, making up for leaving you hanging earlier.” A moan escapes your lips, sensitive after being so close. “What else?” you ask, curious to what else Jake has in store for you.

“I’m finger fucking you, two fingers knuckle deep within you.” you whimper as your own fingers penetrate you. It hurts at first, not used to the sudden intrusion but you quickly grow to like the pain. “Kissing your lips and swallowing your moans because I know how much it hurts."

“Oh, fuck.” you moan closing your eyes as you imagine your dark haired lover.

“My fingers curl inside you, touching the spot that makes you see stars. Toes curling and your head tilted back as you cum around my fingers.” you move inside yourself, a few pumps before curling your fingers. A few strokes on your clit and it’s not long before your back arches off the bed, a silent scream leaving your mouth. “Oh, Jake. Fuck me please.” You beg, needing more.

Jake chuckles darkly, knowing the effect he’s had on you. “I can’t, babe. I have this interview right now. And I’m hard as fuck, all because of you.”

You giggle through the phone, pulling Jake's shirt over your head and lay back against the pillow. “Well, I’m gonna let you go now babe. Love you and good luck with your interview.”

“You can’t just leave me hanging like this!” Jake complains into the phone, desperation in his voice.

“Just wait till I get home, you won’t be able to walk for days.”

You hang up the phone, still not knowing the current relationship status between the two of you, but you grin and feel like your heart is whole again.