No Strings

Chapter 15

I had really done it now, I thought, as I watched Jake cut into the medium rare steak. I was in deep shit. There was a gorgeous shirtless man sitting at my kitchen table. He had just fucked me senseless and now he was tucking into the dinner I had cooked him. When we'd finished eating were we going to go to bed and do it all again? I was hoping that we would. I was in seriously deep shit. This was Jake. He was my fuck buddy. He wasn't my boyfriend. He wasn't boyfriend material at all. He didn't do relationships. I absolutely must not be feeling this way about him.

It was my own fault. Why had I offered to cook him dinner? Why hadn't I just eased him off me and made it clear it was time to leave like all those other times? Why? Because I hadn't wanted him to go. I had just had the best sex of my life and I didn't want it to end. Twice hadn't been enough. Sex God was dangerously addictive. Except, unlike heroin, the effects didn't wear off, they just got more intense.

He glanced over at me and grinned. His lips were slick from the meat and it made me wonder if I could get him to go down on me later. Oh hell, what was the matter with me? It wasn't Jake who was insatiable, it was me.

"That was good," he said, stabbing at the remaining piece of broccoli.

"It's only steak and vegetables " I said. "About as easy as it gets."

"But good," he insisted and laid down his knife and fork. "Now what?" he asked, looking at me uncertainly from below his dark lashes. He was expecting me to throw him out.

"I'm afraid I don't have dessert," I said, my voice once again coming out much sexier than I had intended.

He smiled wickedly. "Maybe we could improvise."

I gulped. Could he read my mind? The man really did have divine powers. He reached out and grabbing hold of my chair leg pulled it towards him. I had put on a slip to cook dinner. Most of my nightwear was practical and extremely unsexy but this DKNY nightie at least had thin spaghetti straps and skimmed my curves. His finger trailed over my collar bone and down to my cleavage. "I owe you a shirt," he said.

"And a pair of knickers," I grinned.

"Are you wearing knickers now?" he asked.

"Why don't you find out?"

More of the sex talk. I just couldn't stop. Now I had him half naked in my flat, clearly with no intention to flee, why not make the most if it? All those good intentions could start again tomorrow couldn't they?

His hand rested on my knee and I shivered, not with cold or fear but with lust and anticipation of what was to come. Literally. Could I come again? Well, I was prepared to give it a go.

His hand glided under the slip, his thumb rubbing along my inner thigh. My legs opened as he went higher and reached his goal, the tip of his thumb brushing against my trimmed pubic hair and he smiled wickedly.

"No knickers," he said. "You really are a very dirty girl aren't you?" His thumb slipped between my pussy lips. "And very wet."

I sighed and his eyes did not leave mine as he ran his thumb upwards and pressed over my clit. "Is it me who makes you wet Sarah?" And his thumb circled around the nub of nerve endings which was now swelling and throbbing under his firm touch.

"Do you know what I want for dessert?" he asked and a great surge of arousal pulsed through me.

Removing his thumb he knelt down on the floor infront of me and taking hold of my hips pulled me towards the edge of the chair and then pushed my skirt up my legs and eased my thighs apart.

"Jake," I said as he licked up the inside of my left thigh. "I don't think I'm going to survive this."

I could feel him grinning against my skin and then his tongue was sliding between my pussy lips, feeding on me hungrily, licking and sucking and this time I didn't even need his fingers, just his tongue and lips on my already sensitive clit had me moaning and grabbing his head and my thighs were shaking and a slamming tidal wave of an orgasm took me by surprise, and had my head swimming and my heart pounding.

Through the haze I felt myself lifted upwards and then softly deposited onto my bed. Oh God, he wasn't going was he? I guess if he did that would be fine, I could just drift off into a blissful sleep. I could feel myself falling already. But then I felt the bed dip and he was pulling off my slip and I could feel his naked chest against my back, his ankles over mine, his hard cock pressing against my bum. "Are you sore?" he whispered.

"No," I murmured sleepily.

"Good," he said and I felt the head of his cock slip between my legs. "I need to fuck you again'" and he thrust into me unerringly finding an angle that hit the spot he hadn't hit so far this evening.

"Oh my God, Jake," I cried, suddenly wide awake. "I can't come again."

"Oh yes you can," he grunted, sliding fully out of me and thrusting back in, hitting that sweet spot again which had me grinding my arse against him and gripping handfuls of sheet as he gave those quick, hard thrusts that had me crying out for him not to stop, to keep going, to go faster.

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I woke sometime later and it was dark but I wasn't alone. Jake's arm was slung over me and his breath blew warm against my nape. I ought to wake him so he could go home. How would he feel when he woke in the morning and found himself still in my bed? But his body heat was warming me and he felt too good against my back so I sank back into the pillow and went back to sleep.