No Strings

Chapter 13

The doorbell rang. Bloody hell, had Paul come back again? I was getting a little sick of his mind games. I should never have let him in the flat in the first place. I really should have known better but I hadn't seen him for months and I had kind of missed the big lug. Go figure.

But it was Jake looking delicious as usual. Did that man ever look anything less than mouth wateringly, pussy clenchingly gorgeous? It seemed not, even with a black eye that was turning yellow. He was scowling and I instantly decided I rather liked this new, angry, intense version of Jake. I hated to admit it but it furiously turned me on. Whoah girl ... you are not doing Jake anymore, I reminded myself. Definitely not. My eyes found themselves staring at his lips. They looked soft and pouty and he smelled of rain. A sudden memory of that kiss that had been so rudely interrupted by Paul assailed me. I shook myself. Definitely not!

"Are you OK?" he asked in a husky voice, which really didn't help matters.

"Yup. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Your brother ...?" he said and his cheeks coloured. Was Jake blushing? He couldn't be. Not possible.

"My brother? What about him?"

"After last night. Has he been causing trouble?"

I really ought to tell him it was none of his business, but he was looking at me with those navy blue eyes ringed by long dark eyelashes and despite all my resolutions I didn't want him to go right now. I wanted him to stand there a little longer while I drank him in. And then I would tell him to go. Definitely.

"Don't worry about him," I said. "He isn't as dangerous as he looks."

Jake gazed at me steadily as if he were trying to discern whether I was telling the truth or not. I felt a little uncomfortable as if I were being interrogated or having my mind read. But then he smiled, not his usual dirty grin but an uncertain little smile that made my insides clench.

"Well then .... " he said.

"So...." I said at the same time.

And then we stared at each other some more. At some point, after what seemed like an hour, his eyes left mine and skimmed over my red silk blouse, zeroing in on where the top couple of buttons had come undone. He gulped. I watched his Adam's apple undulate.

"So..." he said and this time there was the intonation of a question. His eyes were darker now and I felt a little breathless.

You are not doing Jake anymore.

He was staring at my lips now and had leant forward slightly. I seemed to be leaning towards him as I gripped the doorjamb.

You are not doing Jake anymore.

"I guess I ought to go now," he said, his voice an octave lower than it had been before, and he made no discernible effort to move.

"Yes," I gulped. "You ought to go." My voice didn't sound like I had meant it to sound. It came out soft and sexy and Jake gave me that uncertain little smile again.

You are not doing .... oh fuck it and I reached out and grabbed hold of the edge of his leather jacket and pulled him inside.

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I slammed Sarah against the wall. My dick was suddenly so hard it was attempting to burst the fly of my jeans and I felt like I was going to die if I didn't get inside her as soon as possible. Our mouths wetly met, my tongue pushing inside as she groaned. God, why hadn't I kissed her more before. It felt so bloody fantastic to be this close to her, to possess her so intimately especially when she groaned like that making me grind hard against her.

My left hand pressed her hand against the wall as my right skimmed over her hip and down her thigh and gripped hold of her tight skirt and tugged it upwards.

"Wrap your legs around me," I growled against her lips. "Like you did in that bar."

And as I pushed her skirt higher, her beautiful long legs wrapped around my hips, and I rocked my hard-on against her centre, now only protected by a slip of cotton. I could feel her heat through the denim of my jeans. It made me harder if that were even possible.

Her fingers intertwined with mine as I still pinned her against the wall. "Jake," she moaned and I knew what she was asking for but I was attempting to draw this out. Attempting and probably not going to succeed I realised as she gyrated against me.

"Fuck me, Jake," she begged in my ear as my tongue trailed down her neck, and that was it. All restraint gone.

I wrestled with my fly, trying not to dislodge her legs from around me and released myself. I was hard as fuck, no need for any extra attention so I brushed her hand aside, and grabbing hold of the thin strap of her knickers tore them off with one hard tug and then I thrust inside her.

I think I groaned loudly and let go of her hand so I could grip her hips and pull her hard onto me. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I buried my face in her hair and my hips drove her against the wall. Was I hurting her? To my shame I didn't care. I couldn't think past the wild bliss of being inside her, the animal instinct to pump my hips as hard as I could, to get deeper.

"Harder," Sarah gasped into my ear.

Oh God. She wanted this. She wanted me to fuck her harder. She was killing me.

"You're killing me Sarah," I growled as my hips surged forward burying my hard cock deeper inside her. Her thighs shook as I drew out and rammed back in again, my hands gripping her arse now and moving away from from the wall, I spread my feet, held her up and slammed her down onto my cock. She sank right down to my balls, so wet and tight around me I graoned loudly and did it again, thrusting hard as she made keening cries and gripped my shoulders. I could feel her pussy gripping me tightly, spasming around me as I drove us both higher and higher until with one last thrust I came and came and came and then sank down onto the floor, Sarah slumping over me, still impaled on my dick.