Ridge Creek (22 page)

Or maybe Jake could just take care of my frustration and the
need for privacy and a Boff would magically disappear.

Or maybe not. 

It’s more likely the stories of mind shattering, life
altering sex that I read in romance novels are just that.  Romance.   Romance
meaning fiction, make-believe, mythical stories.  Which leads me back to my
original problem.

Damn.

I think I am going to
have
to take care of myself. 
Manually.  Which is a whole new ball game.  I’ve never tried it without my
Boff.  I can only assume that without battery operated
speed
it will
take longer. 

Do I have enough time?  Can I even do this?

This is the all new, improved me.  Brave me.  Who gives a
fuck that I’m not alone? 

Yes I can.

With my decision made, I roll to my back and undo the button
on my jeans.  I close my eyes, now praying silently that Jake will take his
time in the shower as I open my zipper.  I slide my hand slowly inside my lace
panties before hesitating slightly to hold my breath to listen for noises
outside the room.

All clear.

I can still hear the faint sounds of talking and laughter
coming from the communal room, but no noises nearby.

I slide my hand further down, closer to the target and stall
again.  Listening carefully, I find I can also make out the faint sound of the
shower running down the hall.

All good, he’s still in the shower.

With a deep breath and long sigh, I push my fears of
discovery to the back of my mind and slide my fingers straight to where they
need to be.  And it is good.  My poor swollen, neglected clit zings to life as
I apply soft pressure direct to its center.  With another sigh, I start to roll
my fingers and to my surprise feel the familiar tightening in my stomach and my
insides clenching.

Jesus, I’m primed.

Letting a soft moan escape my lips, I slide my fingers
further down and dip them inside to find myself swollen and moist.  I’m oozing
with need.  Sliding my fingers back up, I rub some of the sticky moisture over
my clit and feel it fluff up even more beneath my fingers.

Holy shit.

This all feels so different from when I normally just press
my Boff against it and let it rip.  Feeling my own arousal makes me even hotter
as my mind flashes to thoughts of Jake in the shower.

Oh my God.

A fiery jolt rips from my clit and travels straight up my
spine.  My stomach clenches again and I feel my vagina start to contract.  My
legs start trembling.  I’m so close and I’ve barely laid a finger on myself.

I find that somewhere along the way I’ve started panting and
the blood is rushing in my head again.  This time my blood is not rushing
because I am stressed.  This time my blood is rushing because I’m sure I’m
about to have the best orgasm of my whole fucking life.

With my eyes still jammed close, I roll my neck back as I
rub my fingers across my clit again and another fiery jolt launches through my
body.  Lost in the moment, I rub again, harder this time as I lift my hips from
the bed and push against my own fingers.

I’m so close.

Frustrated at being close but not quite there, I groan and
roll my hips, reaching for more pressure from my own fingers.  And that’s when
I hear it. 

The sharp intake of breath.

Fuck.

With a jolt, my eyes snap open and I rip my hands from my
pants.

“You couldn’t fuckin’ wait?” Jake’s deep gravelly voice growls
from the doorway.

I swing my eyes to him mortified.  “Ohmigod,” I whisper.

My worst nightmare.

I’ve just been caught red-handed.  The one thing I did
not
want to happen.

Jake quietly closes the door behind him and I blink slowly
as he strides towards me.  He is now wearing clean jeans and a fresh gray
t-shirt with an ACDC logo on front.  His hair is wet and pushed behind his
ears.  It is dripping slightly and I can see the wet patches around his collar
from where the water has been running down his neck.

I watch as he approaches the bed like a hunter stalking
prey.  His eyes on mine, hard and fiery.  I can’t decide whether he is angry or
excited.  I briefly consider launching up and fleeing but find myself staring
at his huge, powerful body instead.

His strides barely falter as he lifts his arms above his
head to grab his shirt behind the collar.  With a yank, he rips it over his
head and tosses it to the floor.  I gasp as I watch his chest muscles flex and
he lifts a leg to plant his knee on the bed next to me.  Within what seems like
an instant he swings his other leg over the top of me, throws his hands down
either side of my head and his lips smash into mine.

I press my eyes closed as to my surprise another jolt blasts
from my core straight along my spine.  It makes me groan.

If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say he’s not angry.

Jake plunges his tongue into my mouth and starts
plundering.  I respond.  One hand finding its way to the back of his head and
the other sliding up the hard muscles of his back.

Holy shit.

I moan again as he takes one last swipe with his tongue and
then withdraws from my mouth.  I mewl softly with agitation as his lips leave
mine.  I want more.  Lots more.

Feeling Jake’s hot breath against my face, I open my eyes to
find him staring at me intently.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in a long time,
babe.  Fuck.”

I wince and let my eyes drift back towards the door.  “Um…”

“Don’t be embarrassed babe.  I said that was
fucking hot.
”

“That was
horrifying.
” I whisper as I continue to
stare at the door. 

I feel him shift his weight to one hand as he lifts his
other hand off the bed to press gently against my jaw.  “Babe,” he murmurs
softly, tilting my chin to face him.  “That was so fuckin’ hot I nearly blew in
my pants.  Fuck.”

I look up at him and I like what I see.  His eyes look like
they are on fire.   Flecks of gold are glistening among the green.  “I didn’t
mean for that to happen… I mean I didn’t mean for you to see that,” I murmur as
I try to turn my head towards the opposite wall.  I need to look anywhere but
at him.

My worst nightmare.

“I’m sure you didn’t, but it made my fuckin’ day seeing it,”
he chuckles softly as he swaps hands and tilts my face back to his.  “You horny
babe?”

I blink and stare at him again as I watch him grin down at
me.  God, could he be more direct? “You could say that.”

“I can help you with that,” he murmurs as he flexes and
leans down, his lips connecting with my neck.

“God I hope so,” I mumble as I twist my head to give him
better access to my throat.  And I do.  Because I so need this.

Please Lord, don’t let him be a pump and grunter…

“I know so,” he murmurs back as he swipes his tongue across
the cord on my neck and then sucks a piece of soft flesh into his mouth.  A
shiver thrills down my back and I tilt my head back further in a silent plea
for more. 

Holy shit.

I don’t
ever
remember shivering with Tony.  What the
hell was that?

“Stop thinking so hard,” Jake murmurs against my neck as he
starts sliding his tongue down my collarbone and towards the top of my shirt.

Huh?

“What did you say?” I ask in a barely audible whisper.

“Stop thinking so fucking hard.  You’re wound up like a
spring babe.  Relax.”

“I can’t…” I mumble softly as my mind starts reworking
through ever single sexual experience I’ve had before.  Accessing the deepest
vaults of my mind I find myself convinced I’ve never
shivered. 
I’ve
only ever read about shivering.  “Um… Jake?”

I feel his whole body tense above me as he pulls his mouth
from its meandering trail across my neckline.  “What?”  He asks cautiously,
slowly lifting his head to look me in the eyes.

“Um....  I just thought you should know… I’m a…”

I watch as his eyebrows snap together and he looks
confused.  “You’re not a fucking virgin are you?”

Huh?

“Fuck no!” I blurt loudly, shocked at his crazy assumption. 

“Thank fuck!” He looks down at me with a relieved look on
his face.  “Jesus fucking Christ.  I would
not
have seen that coming…”
His relief clear he stares at me intently for a few seconds before asking, “So
what were you going to say?”

“Um…” Good God, how do I say this?  “I’m a bit…
nervous
.”

I watch as Jake knits his brows slightly then a look of
understanding crosses his face.  “Fuck,” he says as he pushes away from my face
and rolls to his back next to me.  “Of course you are,” he says as he sighs. 
“I keep forgetting what happened…”

“God no.  It’s not that,” I murmur staring at the roof. 

“Then what is it?”

“I’ve only ever been with Tony and it was boring,” I blurt
out loudly.

“What the fuck?” He grunts as he rolls back on top of me,
doing a push up with his arms so he can look at my face.  “You’ve only ever
been with one guy and it was boring?”

He looks astounded.  Could this get any worse?  I’m already
wishing I had kept my mouth shut.  The look on his face says it all.  I’m
clearly a freak.  Who the hell says sex is boring?  Why didn’t I just grin and
bear it like I always do?  What the hell was I thinking?  “Um, well… yes.” I
squeak shutting one eye and peeking up at him with the other.

“Fuck me,” Jake says giving his head a little shake as if he
is trying to clear his mind.  “Arianna…”

“I’m sorry for wrecking your mojo,” I mumble as I open my
second eye and roll my eyes towards the door again, avoiding his scrutiny.

It would be so nice to be somewhere else right now.

“You’re fucking sorry?” He growls angrily and I jolt my eyes
back to his. 

Shit.

“Why the fuck are
you
sorry?” He growls again looking
angry and confused.

“Because…” I start but Jake stops me midsentence by throwing
his weight slightly to one side and lifting a finger to my mouth.

“Shut it Ari.  Whatever the fuck you are about to say, don’t
bother.”

“But…”

“I said shut it,” Jake growls, his eyes flashing
dangerously.  “Two things you need to know.  The first :  telling me you’ve
only ever been with one other guy says a lot about you.  It says that you are
loyal and trustworthy and don’t sleep with a man without giving it some
thought.  The second: telling me that you’ve only ever had boring sex is fucked
up.  Sex is
not
fucking boring.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumble again, trying to apologize for being a
freak.

“For fuck sake Arianna, shut the fuck up!” He snaps again
leaning his face closer to mine.  “I haven’t finished talking.”

I mouth the word, “Oh,” and decide to shut my mouth and keep
it shut this time.  Clearly he doesn’t need to hear my apologies.

“I reiterate.  Sex is
not
boring Ari.  If you think
it is, I need to tell you that you’re wrong.  And knowing you as I do, I also
know that what you’re thinking is not your fault.  It would be that fucktard
Tony’s fault.  If he was so useless that he didn’t get you going, that’s on
him.  It is
not
on you.  You need to scrape that shit out of your head
and fuck it right off.”

I feel my hair move at the side of my face with the force at
which Jake finishes his statement.  His hot breath has been blasting against my
face as he speaks.  Not sure how to respond to his statement I err on the side
of caution and decide to remain silent.  I can’t prove or disprove his theory
until I experience the difference with another man so I figure I just need to
shut up.

“I can see you’re unconvinced,” he murmurs softly, his face
searching mine.  He starts to blink slowly as his eyes soften and his jaw
muscles relax.  “Clearly I’m just gunna have to show you, yeah?”

“That could be a good idea,” I agree softly as I look up at
him, a tight feeling building in my core. 

Sliding my eyes to his neck they start to wander along the
dark slashes of tribal ink as it spirals down the side of his neck, into the
dip of his collarbone before sweeping across his huge pectoral and down his
arm.  Before I realize what I am doing, I find myself licking my lips and
swallowing as moisture floods to my mouth.

Jake chuckles softly as he lowers himself closer against my
body.  My eyes swing to his and I catch a flash of dark, inky green depths as
his mouth seeks mine.  Another shiver slides through my body as his tongue
plunges deep inside and the taste of Jake invades my senses again.  All
thoughts, both rational and irrational flee my mind as my body takes over and
responds to his onslaught.

Pushing back onto my shoulders, I arch my hips upwards
seeking more contact with his body.  My arms slide over the back of his rib
cage and I find myself softly clawing into the smooth hard muscles on his
back.  I marvel at the sheer enormity of Jake as he hovers gently above me, his
huge body dwarfing my tiny one as I arch my back to grind my hips wantonly
against his.

Jake growls softly against my mouth as he slowly withdraws
his tongue to run it around my bottom lip.  I can feel his arousal now, his
hardness above me as I grind against him.

A soft moan escapes my lips as I feel Jake sliding his
tongue across the edge of my mouth and down my neck.  Hitting the collar of my
shirt, I groan as he grabs the neckline of my shirt between his teeth and tugs
lightly.  Jake chuckles again and mumbles against my shirt, “Are you bored?”

“Fuck no!” I groan again as starts to run his tongue back up
my neck, pausing in the groove below my ear briefly before grabbing the lobe of
my ear between his teeth and giving a light tug.