Page 12 of Finding Jacob
Before I could swallow the last drop, he pulled me to my feet. I yelped as my scalp stung. His lips crashed on mine, his teeth clashed with mine, and he walked me backwards to the bed. We fell, still kissing and fumbling frantically to get rid of my panties and into position. I wanted him inside me and felt between us for his still rigid cock. I guided him in. It was the most pleasurable sensation I’d had in a long time. He filled me, his body covered mine, and his lips moved to kiss along my jaw. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clawed at his back in dissatisfaction that he wasn’t pounding into me hard. He chuckled.
Jacob started to rock his hips, sliding in and out, slowly at first. When I could take no more of his gentle teasing, I bit down on his shoulder, hard. He reciprocated by slamming into me. I jolted up the bed but held on fast.
“Harder,” I whispered.
He did exactly what I asked for and what he told me he would. I screamed out his name as I came. My body was shuddering, my stomach so taut it was painful. Much to my dismay, he pulled out and slunk down the bed. He grabbed my thighs, placing my legs over his shoulders and he lowered his head to lap up my cum.
I was hot and swollen, sensitive, and he wasn’t gentle. He bit and nipped, sucked, and licked, drawing another orgasm from my exhausted body. But when he lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening, I could have come again. I wasn’t sure what had taken over me, but I wanted him again, and again. I got what I wanted. When he finally came, it was a blissful release for us both.
It was early in the morning when I woke. Jacob was still asleep beside me, the bedding tangled around our bodies. At first, I lay still looking at him, knowing there was a conversation to be had but not sure on how to start it. I was a businesswoman, but I was beyond the negotiating stages. People came to me, they paid the fees I demanded, and contracts were signed, that was it.
I slid from the bed and found the bathroom. I needed to shower, and I smiled as I smelled him on me. I’d thrown caution to the wind with Jacob, did whatever I wanted, and allowed him to do the same. It was one night of pure abandonment and fun. I only hoped when he came to London for my sister’s wedding, we’d have round two. A wave of sadness rolled over me then. I might not see him again for another few months.
I showered and, wrapped in a towel, headed back to the bedroom. Jacob was sitting up.
“You woke early,” he said, straightening the sheet.
“I know, strange bed and time zone, and all that,” I replied, smiling.
“Sit with me. I’ll make coffee.”
“Oh, you don’t need to do that. I…we…money. We haven’t spoken about money,” I blurted through my sentence.
“Money?”
“Yes, how much do I need to pay you?”
“For what?”
“Last night, the wedding.”
There was a very awkward pause and thunder crossed Jacob’s features.
“I’ve offended you,” I said, somewhat confused myself.
“You sure have. Do you think I’m an escort?” he asked, slipping from the bed, and standing naked.
“I…” I shrugged my shoulders, what on earth could I say?
“Why?”
“Erm, it’s a funny story really…well, maybe not, you don’t seem humoured by all this but…”
I told him of my lunch date with my girlfriends and how I’d have to pay an escort since I didn’t know any single men. “Nathan set us up, and the rest…well, the rest was a terrible mistake.”
“Mistake! You think the evening was a mistake?”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Oh for fuck’s sake, Jacob. No, this was definitely not a mistake. Me assuming you were…you know, that was the mistake. I have no fucking clue what I’m saying or what I’m doing, I only know I had the best night I’ve ever had and I’m sorry I got it wrong.”
As ballsy as I could be, it was generally an act because I was very sensitive and didn’t want that exploited. The thought I’d offended him upset me. I blinked back tears.
He strode towards me, cupped my cheeks in his palms, and raised my face. “Don’t cry, I’m sorry, too.”
He kissed me so gently that it forced those tears to fall. I wrapped my arms around him and when he stopped kissing me, I mumbled into his chest.
“I’m really sorry. This must be so awkward for you.”
“Yes, but that’s okay. I don’t generally make women cry, even after they’ve called me an escort.”
