Femme Fatale

Chapter Six: Jake

"I missed you," Jake said. Hearing those words flooded Jo with warmth, which spread through her body like wildfire. He pulled Jo in closer and kissed her forehead. She had never been happier than in that moment.

Jo looked up at Jake, about to tell him that she had missed him, too. But before she could get the words out, he leaned down and kissed her deeply. Her eyes widened in shock, but they quickly fluttered shut to savor the moment.

Jake's tongue pressed against her lips, and Jo opened her mouth to let him in. Even as their tongues caressed and their bodies pressed against each other, Jo yearned for even more of him. She needed him.

"Maybe we should take this into your bedroom," Jake said.

She thought her heart might pound out of her chest. Jo just nodded in agreement.

As soon as they entered the dark bedroom, clothes were ripped off with a desperate urgency. Jake picked Jo up and gently carried her onto the bed. Positioning himself between her legs, he cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes. The desire in his green eyes was unmistakable, and Jo's breath caught in her throat.

He gave her a series of slow kisses along her jawline before making his way down her neck. He licked and sucked on her soft skin, causing her back to arch with pleasure.

"Oh!" Jo whispered as she closed her eyes. She could feel Jake smile into her neck, and he continued to tease her with his gentle kisses. She whimpered as he kissed her breasts, moaned as he licked and sucked his way down her stomach. Her center clenched with a pleasure she had never experienced before.

Jo bit her bottom lip as his hot, wet mouth moved further and further down her body. It was sexual torture. Finally, he licked her. Jo arched her back and whimpered upon feeling his tongue swirl around her clit, then taste her resulting wetness. When he plunged his tongue into her center, fucking her with his mouth and bobbing his head, she grabbed onto his hair and cried out, no longer able to control her sounds.

She tasted incredible to Jake, and the way she was bucking her body against his face was heavenly. His mouth and fingers were massaging her pussy in a rhythmic motion - lick, swirl, suck, in, out - and her breath was getting more and more labored.

"Jake," she whimpered. "Come here."

He reluctantly removed his mouth from her center, but the reluctance disappeared when he saw her face. Her big eyes were hooded with lust, her full lips were slightly parted, and her face was glistening.

He had to have her. Jake quickly put on a condom and lowered himself onto her. "Is this what you want?" he asked, running the tip of his dick along her folds. Jo nodded, unable to speak.

She cried out as he entered her, gently clawing at his muscular back. He thrust deeper and deeper inside her, and Jo's body was electrified with fiery pleasure. Waves of white-hot ecstasy rolled through her body, slowly at first, then gaining momentum. She lost all sense of control as the world around her exploded, and her whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Jake bent down and kissed her, all the while thrusting into her, until the pulsing subsided.

Afterwards, Jo nestled herself into his body. He pulled her in close and held her as he drifted off to sleep. She listened to his steady heartbeat, her body still buzzing with electricity. Jo had never experienced pleasure like this before: a pleasure amplified by real emotion. She knew Jake, and unlike her other lovers, he knew her, too. She trusted him, loved him, and was willing to give all of herself to him. And she did.

* * * * * *

Jake woke up with Jo still in his arms and a smile on his face. As rays of golden sunshine started to peak through the silver-gray curtains, she started to stir. "Morning, beautiful," he said, kissing her.

"Mmm," she murmured with a smile, her eyes still closed. She wasn't ready to wake up quite yet.

Jake admired her silently for a few moments. "I should go back to the living room before your brother suspects anything," he sighed.

Jo muttered something inaudible, still half-asleep. She turned on her side and pulled a  gray cashmere blanket closer to her body. Her comforter had been flung to the floor during the previous night's activities, and plum-colored decorative pillows were scattered about her white shag rug.

Jake got dressed and sneaked out of her bedroom silently. Jo remained fast asleep until she heard her brother's angry voice echo from the living room.

"Oh, what the hell, Jake!" Thomas exclaimed. As the two friends got into a heated argument, Jo rolled over onto her stomach and covered her head with a pillow, shutting out the noise.

* * * * * *

"Wow, rough night? You look like shit," Thomas said as Jo shuffled out of her bedroom.

"Thank you, dear brother," Jo responded. Her hair was a tangled mess from the night before, and her eye makeup was smudged. But despite her disheveled appearance, Jo was glowing.

"Jake went out to get bagels," Thomas told her coldly.

"That's nice," Jo responded, brushing off her brother's accusatory tone. She knew he was mad at them for hooking up, but she was too hungover to care. She joined him at the kitchen table, then rested her head down on the cool white marble. She groaned pitifully and closed her eyes.

"I think you drank too much last night," Thomas teased. Jo's obvious pain was bringing him joy, and he felt his annoyance wash away. He could never stay mad at his sister.

"I know. That's why I helped you. My normally stellar judgment was impaired."

But Jo knew it wasn't just the alcohol that impaired her judgment.

The smile on Thomas's face turned to a frown, and he became serious. "Jo, we're leaving today, but I think you should come with us."

Jo sat up straight, surprised. The sudden movement caused her brain to rattle. "You're leaving?" Jo couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice.

"We have to get back. I had to pull a bunch of strings and plead my case to the Agency to even be here, but you should come with us," Thomas said, touching his sister's forearm gently. "We'll be a team - the three of us together, like old times."

"No," Jo said, shaking her head. "Fuck the Agency. I don't want that life, Thomas. And I don't know why you do."

It was Thomas's turn to shake his head. "I don't know why you don't. We were born to be Agents. We were literally bred to be Agents. And, seriously, you're too good to be doing the odd mission here and there. You're too good to be wasting energy on T.A.s and bartenders."

Jo narrowed her eyes and glared at Thomas. "How do you know about..."

"I've been keeping tabs on you since I left home," Thomas admitted. He held up her gold monogrammed cellphone. "Oh, and I broke into your phone, too. Are you ever going to text Brandon back?"

"Hey! Give me that!" Jo lunged at her brother.

He ducked away, then waved the cellphone in the air and shimmied his hips in a mocking dance. Jo tackled him, and he fell to the floor with yelp.

A flurry of limbs later, Jo was sitting on her big brother triumphantly, who was face down on the ground, moaning in pain. "Yup, still got it," Jo gloated, patting herself on the back. Even after all these years, the taste of victory over her brother was just as sweet.