Jaided (17 page)

"Are you really trying to deny that you two have sex?" Tremaine asked.

"It's none of your business either way!"

Mason added, "Dude, I think she's telling the truth."

"How can you tell?" Tremaine asked.

Mason gave him the “do you really need to ask” look.

Tremaine nodded. "Oh right, you're a ‘sex with Jaide' expert."

Jaide gasped. "Tremaine!"

"What?"

"You two are so embarrassing."

Blaize couldn't hide his smile anymore. He pulled Jaide against his chest so she couldn't see that he found the conversation funny.

"Well Mason and I are heading out anyways, so you two can get as busy as you want."

Jaide pulled away from Blaize to punch her brother on the chest. "Go away, you're so annoying."

Tremaine grinned. "I just said that, sister."

"Are you guys gonna be back before we leave for school?"

"Probably, we have the whole week off."

"Ok, see you guys later then. Thanks for the car." She hugged her brother, forgetting to stay annoyed with him for the moment.

"Later, sweetheart." Mason leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek and she hugged him, too.

"See ya."

Once they were gone, Jaide looked at her new car for a while before they returned to the inside of the house.

"Aren't you gonna name it?" Blaize asked as they headed up stairs to change into swimming outfits.

"I'm working on it. Any ideas?"

"Sorry, not good at naming inanimate objects."

"Don't say that about him. He’s purty. Not as cute as Casanova, but maybe sexier."

Blaize laughed. "Oooh, I see. Why don't you just call him 'Playa'? That’s all Casanova was."

"Umm, because that’s lame?"

"Ok, how about 'Leith'?"

"Oh you're hilarious." She glared at him before turning her back and opening her dresser. "I'm glad you can joke about it."

"Aww come on, I'm just messin' around." He grabbed her hand and pulled her around to face him. He dropped his lips to hers and she quickly forgot her annoyance. He pulled away before she was ready and she opened her mouth in protest, but he kissed her lips again quickly. "Hot tub."

The space around her felt very empty when Blaize stepped away. Anxious to follow his suggestion, she pulled on a rainbow striped bikini in record time and they raced down the stairs and out onto the patio.

Blaize hopped into the deep hot tub and started messing with the settings. He turned on the jets and bubbles before reclining back. He looked up at Jaide, wondering what was taking her so long.

"Want something to drink?" Jaide asked, folding her towel and setting it on a lounge chair.

"No, I want you. Over here. Right now."

The demanding tone startled Jaide a little, but it also excited her. "Ohh?" She pretended to step into the hot tub but stepped away quickly. "Are you sure you don't want something to drink? Or maybe a sandwich, orrr ... a parfait ... orrr ... maybe a soufflé?"

"Jaide ..." His tone was warning.

"Ok, ok." She stepped into the hot tub and as soon as she was within reach, he pulled her down onto his lap so she was facing him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she leaned down for a kiss. One of his hands slipped around her waist while the other stroked her hip.

A minute or so later, Blaize pulled his lips away. Jaide didn't like this so she moved even closer, her body pushed against his. Her legs had to spread to accommodate his hips.

"Jaide!"

"Mmm?" She rubbed her hands up and down his chest.

"Sorry, but, didn't you say something about not rushing it until we can follow through?"

Jaide sighed. "Right. We
are
going to follow through?"

"Um, no, I don't think so."

Jaide took a deep breath to get her hormones under control.

"We should stop then ... if that's what you want." Blaize removed his hands.

"That's what I said earlier, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I think I'm going to have to take that back."

Blaize grinned. "Yeah? Even though I still want to wait?"

"Well the harm is done. I'm already here, on your lap, hormones going like crazy."

"Ok then." He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her close again.

As she was kissing Blaize, she almost laughed at herself for thinking that she could actually keep herself away from him. Between the way he kissed, touched and talked to her, there was no way she was going to keep from kissing him. It was almost laughable.
God, she was so damn sex deprived
, she thought.

Blaize stopped the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "You're thinking of something." He brushed his lips against hers, waiting for a reply.

"Yes, I was."

"Well, what was it?"

"I was thinking that it's a little humorous that I actually thought I could go without getting a little action from you."

He smiled and stroked a thumb over her bottom lip. "Sorry."

"For what? Being irresistible?"

She expected him to blush, at least a little, but instead he just beamed at her and stroked her thigh.

She groaned and tried to slide off his lap but his strong hands kept her in place.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You shouldn't do that."

"Do what?"

"Look at me like that while stroking my leg."

"Uh, why not?"

"Because. It makes me melt."

He just grinned again. "So?"

She groaned as he did it again, except this time his hand was on her ass. "It’s torture."

"The pleasurable kind, I hope."

"But torture nonetheless."

Jaide's next ten minutes were filled with kissing, nibbling, Blaize's exploring hands and trying to keep her hormones in check. She wanted more, and she could tell by the bulge in his shorts that his body wanted more too.

Everything was going good, but Blaize seemed to suddenly become a little uncomfortable.

Jaide pulled her lips from his collarbone and sat back on his lap, putting some distance between them. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing ... it’s nothing." He tried to kiss her again but she kept out of range.

"It's not
nothing
."

With a sigh, he sat back. "It's just, I feel a little weird just because it's like, we're here, out in the open. Anyone could walk out and see us; Bella, your brother, Mason, anyone."

She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that's true. But it's not a big deal."

"Yeah, sorry I brought it up." He tried to pull her close again.

She stood up and over him, out of the hot tub. "Come on."

"What are you doing?"

"Umm, I figured we'd go up to my room. That’s pretty private."

"But you said it's not a big deal." He stepped out of the hot water.

"And you agreed, but I can tell it makes you uncomfortable either way, even if it's just a little. And I want you to be comfortable." She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his chest.

"I feel bad now."

"Why?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Because you're being so accommodating and I'm ... not. I'm slowing things down."

"Well you're my guest and it is totally fine that we're waiting, for the millionth time. Come on, let's just go upstairs, get comfortable, maybe put in a movie, just hang out ... whatever."

Blaize nodded. "You're the best, you know?"

"So I've been told." She smiled up at him. "Come on, let’s go." She snatched up his hand and pulled him all the way up the stairs, laughing.

As soon as they were in private, Blaize couldn't keep his hands off her. He shut the door tightly, locking it just because it would ensure their privacy, knowing he was just being paranoid.

Jaide had her back turned, inspecting her DVD collection for something to put in. He picked her up from behind and was awarded with a shriek. He quickly dropped her on her bed and settled himself down on top of her.

He didn't give her any time to speak, just kissed her fervently, his hands roaming all over her body.

She responded immediately, pulling him closer, almost desperately, and wrapping one leg around his waist.

His hips pushed against hers and she could feel his amazingly large erection clearly through his shorts.

A few minutes later, things were getting really heavy and Jaide was about ready to rip his shorts off. Blaize obviously felt the same level of intensity but dealt with it differently. Evidently he had decided things had gone far enough so he rolled off her.

She gave him a moment, hoping he just needed a second to take it down a notch. She got excited when he rolled back over her but instead of settling down on top of her again, he climbed right over her and off the bed, heading for the bathroom.

"Blaize."

He stopped but didn't turn around. "Yeah?"

"Where are you going?"

"Uh, I need to take care of something."

She had a feeling she knew exactly what that “something”' might be. Hopping off the bed, she stepped in front of him. "Maybe I can help."

"Jaide, I thought we decided ..."

"No, not sex, but maybe a little something else?"

Blaize eyes widened, a little panicked. "No way, Jaide! There is abso -"

"I'm not talking about oral."

He was immensely relieved. "Oh. What were you talking about then?"

"Well if you're up to it ... uh, no pun intended because you are obviously ... up ... anyways, if you're up to it, maybe we could arrange a little, uh, hand action?"

"Jaide, you really don't need to, it's fine. I'm fine. I'm just gonna take care of it."

"Come on, your hand, my hand, what's the difference?" she grinned, trying to joke about it.

He wasn't amused. "Jaide ..."

"Ok, why don't we just get in the shower, rinse off this chlorine like usual, and try it out? If it doesn't work for you or makes you uncomfortable, we can stop. Why not give it a try?" She pushed a little, desperate for the trust.

"I don't know, Jaide."

"Just give it a try? Come on. I've never had to beg a guy to let me give him a hand job before. Please?"

He hesitated another moment before nodding.

She pulled him into the bathroom before he changed his mind.

The shower had two showerheads, the kinds that were mounted in the ceiling so the water came straight down like you were standing under a waterfall. She turned both heads on hot and pulled Blaize in, shutting the glass door behind him.

He still seemed very uncomfortable, so she pulled them under the flow of hot water and stood on her tiptoes to kissed his lips. "Relax."

When he seemed relaxed, she reached for the ties of his shorts but he immediately tensed up.

"Wait ... just ..."

Abruptly, he pushed her against the tile wall and she waited. She had a feeling that he just needed to have some sense of control over the situation. She hoped that this was a positive thing for him. She didn't want to mess anything up but she was pretty confident that once they got the awkwardness out of the way, it would be ok.

She stroked his abs and kissed him again. The water from the showerhead was falling directly on his bent shoulders, running the length of his body. Steam was already fogging up the glass wall of the shower and turning the air around them humid.

Finally, he kissed her back and loosened up a little bit. She reached for the ties of his shorts again but he stopped her and untied them himself. He left his shorts undone for her. He held her face with both hands and kissed her, almost as if he didn't want her looking down.

Either way, she took his actions as permission so she reached down again and this time, he didn't stop her. As soon as she gripped him, she remembered what she’d heard about his size and understood what Blaize was so worried about. He definitely wasn't lacking in this department.

She started to work him and he automatically tensed up. After a minute, he got comfortable enough to kiss her like normal, like nothing was going on.

Sensing that he was loosening up, she kissed a bit harder. She quickened her pace with one hand and used her other to guide his fingers to her waist. She needed to be touched. Slowly, hesitantly, Blaize began stroking her waist with one hand. Bringing his other hand up, he used it to run his fingers across her breast, slowing over the most sensitive area.

Blaize sensed the Jaide needed a release of her own. He wasn’t ready to go all the way, but he felt he owed her something. As she continued to stroke him, he used his free hand to slip between her legs, finding her most sensitive spot. Jaide began shuddering almost immediately. That was all Blaize needed. He rubbed her faster, feeling his own release building up quickly.

When he got close, he stopped kissing her and closed his eyes. All of his muscles contracted. Planting one hand on the wall beside her head, he pulled in a couple of ragged breaths but didn't seem to let any air out.

Suddenly, he gasped out all the stored air in his lungs as he released and put his head down on her shoulder to recover.

She tied his shorts closed while he seemed to be resting. "Blaize?" She rubbed both hands up his back. "Everything ok?"

He let out another breath and kissed her shoulder where his head had been resting. "Way more than ok ... Jaide, you are amazing."

He kissed her again, this time on the lips. "Jaide ...than -"

"If you say 'thank you', I'm going to punch you."

"Ok, I won't say it." She could feel him smiling against her lips.

"Good, because I wanted to do it. You’re acting like it was a favor. Besides, if it was a favor, then you did me one too."

She cast a suggestive gaze downwards but he caught her under the chin with a finger.

"What are ya looking at?"

"Nothing. Your shorts are done up now. But I could be looking at something pretty impressive."

He stepped back. "That's one way to put it." For a moment, he seemed very self-conscious and uncomfortable but then he seemed to catch himself, and he reached for her again. "Come on, how about that movie now?"

They stepped out of the shower together but she was a bit curious. "Umm, are we going to talk about this at all?"

Grabbing a towel, he started to dry off. "Look Jaide, that was incredible, and I would totally love doing it again and again. But I know it's not giving you what you need. It is probably just making it worse. I appreciate it, but I feel like since I'm not ready to go all the way through, that I don't have anything to offer you in return. I feel like I'm using you."