The wicked grin that spread across Jacob’s face told me we were definitely on the same page.
I was excited to say the least, and when he pinned me up against the wall, I was already desperately working my panties down past my thighs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
“My, my. Aren’t you an excited one?” he whispered against my cheek. “Let’s find out just how excited…”
He slipped his hand between my legs, his fingers delving deep inside of me, swirling my wetness all over my pussy, a smug, self-satisfied look on his face. My throat went dry.
“Definitely excited. Look at how wet you are,” he said, bringing his fingers back up to his mouth and sucking on them.
I frantically tore at his belt, loosening it up and undoing the zipper of his pants, pushing them down. “Don’t just stand there. Why don’t you do something about it?” I urged him.
The grin went wider and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel the length of him sliding up against me. He was teasing me and he knew it. I leaned forward and bit his lip, savoring his mouth as he quickly slid deep into me.
It was a sweet kind of pain, one that caused everything outside of our small, intimate space to pretty much disappear.
Jacob’s thick cock pulsed inside of me, filling me up and making me cry out for more. He fucked me good and hard up against the wall, his balls slapping at my ass with each deep thrust. I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard, wanting him to know how good it felt, how he made me feel.
He held me up easily in his arms, his hips crashing against mine, and I threw my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he picked up the pace, fucking me faster and faster. I could feel the tension in my belly, the fire rolling out across my muscles and simmering across my skin. He was hitting that deep spot inside of me that made me feel as though I was losing control. My breathing was ragged, and I was sure I was going to hyperventilate—it felt so fucking good having his cock so deep in me.
I brought my fist to my mouth and tried my best not to scream as I came, my tight pussy clenching and milking his thro
bbing cock with each twitch and spasm. My eyes rolled back until I saw stars.
“So fucking tight, Gabi. God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered against my skin, nipping at my collarbone as I felt him grunt and explode deep inside of me.
It was rushed, but it was good, in the worst kind of way. It left me wondering when I was going get my next fix of Jacob Alder.
6
Jacob
“Hey Mom, you need a hand with any of that?” I called as I opened the door to her duplex, throwing my backpack over my shoulder. I could already smell the lasagna cooking from the oven the moment I opened the door.
“No, don’t worry about it. It’s almost done. I just want you to help me clear off the table,” she said, coming around the corner from the kitchen.
“Sure thing,” I replied, dumping my backpack into the armchair.
It took me a second to realize that my mom was dressed nicer than usual for our weekly dinner. Not that my mom didn’t look nice always, but the dress she was wearing was a far cry from the usual T-shirt and jeans.
I raised a brow at her. “You got plans after dinner, or something?”
She waved me off but I could see the color building up in her cheeks. What the hell?
“Don’t worry about my plans after dinner. Why don’t you tell me about how your day’s been?”
So, she was avoiding the topic then.
I finished clearing off the table, keeping a steady eye on her as she avoided mine. Yeah, something was definitely up with her.
I wasn’t about to question her, because the last thing I wanted was her to do the same to me. If she thought there was even a chance that there was a woman in my life, even if that woman had only been in it for a little while and for less than pure reasons… My mom would be all over it.
Laying out the silverware and plates, I helped Mom bring over the casserole dish filled with cheesy lasagna and a basket of freshly-baked rolls, my stomach already growling.
“We had a pretty interesting case today,” I began, pulling out the chair for my mom before she sat down. “Heart attack victim, but get this, he was only nineteen. They were still testing for abnormalities and heart defects when our shift was up.”
The look on her face softened as she nodded, putting her hands together to pray. “How sad for the young man’s family. Just to be taken like that so young… I can’t even imagine.”
I closed my eyes and gave in to my mother’s adamant request of praying and saying blessings before every meal, as every good Catholic Irish woman did.
“Do you have any ideas what it could’ve been? You take so many notes, I’m sure something had to cross your mind?” she asked, cutting the first slice of lasagna.
I grabbed one of the rolls from the basket and bit into it, savoring the flaky crust. Man, I really was hungry. “Honestly, I really don’t know. I guess I’ll have to go over some of my textbooks and see what I can come up with. The instructor wants us to do that anyway so, I guess I’ll head back over after dinner and get some research done.”
“Such a hard worker, I’m so proud of you, Jacob.” I looked up to see my mom staring at me, her eyes welling up. “You’ve already come so far. You’re going to do so well, I just know it.”
My mom was going soft on me, something she did from time to time whenever we discussed schooling. Our lives hadn’t always been so easy, and with my dad abandoning us when I was only three, my mom did what she could to get by. It was one of the reasons why I loved her so much. “Ma, don’t start crying on me now. Don’t ruin your food,” I tried to joke.
She waved me off. “Oh, just ignore me, you know how I get.” She dabbed at the corner of her eye, still smiling at me. “Actually, there is something I’d like to talk to you about.”
What a shocker… “Oh yeah?”
My mom cleared her throat, folding her hands in front of her. Whatever it was must’ve been pretty big. I was hoping that maybe she had a promotion of some sort.