Trapped Together (Complete)

~ Chapter 20 - 8:17pm ~

She stared up at him, her heart hammering. If making her gush meant he had to bring her to the edge and then deny her, that meant he had to do it again when his fucking thick dick was buried deep into her. And she wasn't sure that was something she could stand. She wanted to strangle him for denying her, although, that release was unlike anything she had ever had before. She had to give it to him, he was amazing during sex, but fucking hell, giving oral, he was a god amongst gods. She highly doubted any man would be able to do to her what he just did. Well, she also was quite certain that she didn't want any man to do it anyway.

"Need a moment?" Fuck, she needed several, but she wasn't sure if it would help her not. In the long run, she just nodded, and he stood up, pulling his pants up and settling them low on his hips. She watched him, the tale tell cut of his 'V', his defined abs, and she even watched him walk away, watched as the muscles rippled along his back. How the hell was that fair? She flopped back on the floor, letting the fire both cool her and heat her.

Honestly, her skin was still sizzling, so it was not like she needed the heat. But it had dropped quite a few degrees more in the cabin and it was for sure felt. In fact, she wasn't quite sure how he walked away topless. Unless, like her, he was just past overheated. She rolled over on her side, propped her head up with her hand, and stared at the flames. Hell, if she clenched her thighs together, she could still feel how sensitive she was.

"Damn it," she muttered to herself and then heard his chuckle.

"Why are you cussing?" he asked as he sat back down next to her and offered her a cold bottle of water.

"Because I'm sore." He lifted a brow as he took a slow sip from the bottle. "My body is sore, it's never held off on an orgasm and it's screaming at me, pretty much asking what the fuck did I do." He chuckled again and lifted a shoulder.

"Sad to think that men don't do that when they should. The prize after something like that is amazing. Believe me, Rachel, that is a taste I will always have on my tongue. In fact, it's going to have to happen again at some point." Not caring about her nakedness or that he was enjoying the view of it, she sat up on her hand and looked at him.

"Are you trying to kill me, Jake?"

"Nope, wouldn't want something like that. However, I am all for making you moan over and over." She didn't know what pushed her given that her body was still calming down, but her free hand reached behind his neck and drew his lips to hers. And it sure as hell wasn't any sweet, simple kiss. This held more passion that was below the surface and wanted to break free, again. He moaned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. Her nipples rubbed against his chest and the friction had her heating up, even more, another pool developing in her center. Fuck, how many times could she get wet with this man around?

As the kiss continued, she wasn't sure she wanted to answer that question because deep down she knew that was pretty much in a state of semi-arousal around him. And that was never good. She can't say that she ever saw him have a lot of other women, though she knew he had them, of course. And though she enjoyed the sex in the past with him, she couldn't say that she ever wanted to punch another woman or do harm because they got his loving. However, after this, she was fearful that she would always want to punch another female for getting this. And she was also quite shocked that she missed out on so much in the past. And was irritated that they got this amazing experience with him while she had to wait.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her, a smirk playing at his full lips. She wanted to ask what was going through his mind but given some of his past comments, she thought it best to not ask. His thumb ran along her lips before he leaned forward and gently nipped at it, causing her to moan and lean into him. Geez Louise, did he have control over her body?

"What's a sexual fantasy you have?" How could she answer that when his fingers were still rolling over her skin? It was just about impossible to get her mind to focus like that. She licked her lips as she tried to clear the haze and she watched him as he followed that movement. "Waiting, baby." She cleared her throat and nodded but that didn't dislodge his hand at all.

"I'm not sure...what to say...to that. It's not as...if I've dwelled on it." God, his fingers running over her skin were making it hard to think. Well, that and the heated gaze he currently had on her. Like fuck, how was anyone supposed to think in general?

"Come on, you can imagine your honeymoon here because of the sex scenes that would play out and you have no fantasies that come to mind?" She tilted her head slightly, but his fingers still kept a decent hold on her. She cleared her throat before licking her dry lips again. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly.

"A club," she blurted out and he pulled back slightly, his brows raised in confusion.

"A club? What club? Better yet, what the hell would you do in a club exactly?"

"A sex club. I don't want the whole dom and sub deal, but I wouldn't mind watching...," she trailed off and her cheeks flamed up. She had never spoken that to anyone, and that included her best friends. None of them were prudes, but a sex club was something that wasn't mentioned. She wasn't even sure if anyone had ever gone, but no one opened up about it.

"Nor being watched, huh?" he asked her, his fingers running over her skin again. Well, she couldn't lie about that.

"Why say that?"

"A couple of years back, Jay and I went to the one in town; exclusive ass shit, very hard to get into. However, the shit there is fucking hot. Everything was open for anyone's viewing pleasure, even if you were in the 'watching area'. You pretty much walk in and sign a paper saying you are okay with that." She closed her eyes at the thought of someone watching her. No, not someone, she actually pictured Jake watching her and she wasn't sure why that got her wetter. "You like that, don't you?" Her eyes flew open, and she looked at him.

"Why do you say that?" His fingers ran down to her center and barely touched her slit, making her whimper.

"One, I can smell you. I mentioned it and the scent coated the air. Secondly, your soaked baby. So, is it just the sex club? Or is it public places in general?" She'd love to say it was in public, so she didn't sound crazy, but it wasn't.

"As strange as it is, no. I've tried it once; in public I mean. It was a club and the action; the kissing was hot but the sex itself wasn't. I never got turned on by eyes watching us, and they were. But God, the sex club, that's different. That probably makes me crazy."

"No, it makes sense. There's something highly erotic about a sex club that's not there elsewhere. And the vibe, the thrill, won't be found anywhere else." God, yes, that's exactly what she thought and why she wanted to go, wanted to do anything there. She felt his hands on her legs and let out a gasp that ended more with a moan as his fingers slipped into her center. "Fuck you are so wet baby."

"I know!" His fingers curled upward, and she clutched his arm. She was so sensitive from the mere thought and being turned on that she didn't think she would last long. Her legs pushed closed, and he opened them as he moved between them to kiss her.

"I love the sound your wet pussy lips make as they suck my fingers in," he whispered across her lips. Oh, fucking shit those words made her even hotter, and he pumped his fingers faster. "God Rachel, it's a beautiful sound baby." She threw her head back as his thumb rubbed her clit. She could picture Jake having her spread open on some chair while, finger fucking her while they watched some couple behind a window. "Oh fuck, baby, you're gushing. Come for me." She opened her eyes and looked down at his hand as he withdrew his fingers, saw how coated they were, and as he pushed them in again, she came, her nails digging into his arm.

"Oh fuck yes!" she cried out, falling back on the floor as she tried to regain her poor mind and soul. Fuck, when had that happened to her before? She peeked an eye open as he moaned and she watched as he sucked the juice off his fingers.

"Holy shit Rachel, what got you so fucking wet?" She blushed but smirked.

"Thinking of you doing that at the club while we watched. It fucking just pushed me and God, so hot." He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her, the taste of her sex lingering on her lips.

"I can't wait to take you and to experience that, what a damn joy, and I would love it." Her heart twisted as he said that, as she thought about it. They said it was now, not in the future.