Seasons of Change (23 page)

My hand shoots out towards Jake’s cock and I close my hands around him, feeling how rock hard he is.  I look up at him, daring him to say something or make a move as I start to run my hand up and down his shaft, squeezing and tugging in the way that I know drives him wild.  Jake closes his eyes.  He looks like he’s concentrating on regulating his breathing, but he’s fighting a losing battle.  I can feel how desperate he is for this release.

I’m feeling confident that I’m going to win this round when Jake starts to slip his hand over the mound of curls between my thighs.  Sifting through them with his fingers, diving deeper until he touches the slickness that he’s created there.  He locks eyes with me, raising an eyebrow, “What do we have here?” he asks taunting me with my own desire.

I can barely breathe as he strokes the tops of my thighs, making me even wetter and even more full of need than I was before.  I sway a little on my feet as Jake steadies me, gripping on to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and whispering in my ear how much he wants to taste me. 

“That’s cheating,” I pant out at him, knowing that he knows how much his dirty talk turns me on.

“No-one said this was a fair fight,” Jake notes, before he closes my mouth in a hungry kiss. 

Gone are the soft, hesitant, teasing touches, his lips press down on mine hard, telling me without words that I am his and he is mine.  I reach up to his head, tangling my fingers in his hair as the kiss gets even deeper, deeper and hotter.  When we pull apart we’re both breathing heavily and the water is still hammering down on us, making our bodies slip and slide against each other. 

Before I have time to process what’s happening or to prepare myself, Jake slips his fingers down further between my legs and delves into the darkness there.  He strokes the wetness that has nothing to do with the water showering us and I moan against him, pulling his lips against mine again, needing to be in contact with as much of his body as possible.  I trap his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down gently.  Jake pulls me tighter against him, the tenderness between us becoming rough and exactly what we need.  It’s a product of everything that we’ve been through, an affirmation that we’re alive and we’re together. 

Jake inserts two fingers inside of me and I have to hold onto his shoulders as the action physically rocks me.  I bite down on his shoulder, not enough to draw blood, but just enough to leave a mark.  Jake groans as he strokes me, touching me in exactly the way that I need him to.  “You’re so wet,” he breathes out reverently, “so wet and so ready for me,” he says as he finds my clit, rubbing it with his index finger until I cry out as my body is rocked with pleasure.  I’m slowly coming back down to earth when I realize that my climax has meant that Jake has won the game yet again.  But right now I don’t have the energy to care.  All I want is for him to be inside of me, there’s nothing else that I need more than that in this moment.

I reach down between us to grasp his cock and, not for the first time, I wonder at how the sight of him, like this, turns me on more than I would ever have thought possible.  I can see from Jake’s expression that he’s pleased with himself for winning again.  But that’s short-lived - his need and want match my own.

“I want you inside of me,” I tell him, not pulling any punches, not even trying to hide how much I want him, how much I need him.

Jake nods once, as if he doesn’t trust his voice.  Without a word he turns me around so I’m facing away from him again and towards the wall.  He pushes me towards the tiled wall and I put my hands out to support myself.  I feel Jake’s hardness brush against my ass and I push back on him.  Jake reaches around me, diving into my dark wetness, stroking me until I’m slick with my own juices again.  I’m so ready for him I feel like I might explode.

I reach behind me, taking hold of his cock and start to guide him towards me, towards the place where I need him.  Jake pushes my back down gently and I bend over obediently as I squirm, wiggling my ass against his hardness.  I can feel his tip against my opening, pausing there as he rubs himself into my wetness and I wriggle against him.  I hear Jake’s intake of breath before he dives into me and we both cry out as he buries himself inside of me.

He starts slowly, inching his way back until only the tip is left inside and I moan and squirm, trying to push myself onto him.  But he holds my hips still, steadying them and preventing me from moving until he’s ready to submerge himself inside of me again.  He pushes harder this time, moving deeper and my back arches as the feeling of being filled up overtakes me.  Still keeping hold of my hips Jake slowly withdraws again until I wonder if he’s going to take himself out of me.  Then he waits what feels like the longest few seconds of my life until he rams himself back into me. 

The force knocks the breath out of me and that combined with his hand which is now rubbing my pussy, turns me into a hot mess.  “Jake, I need you, I’m close,” I tell him, pushing myself up against him, so that we both feel everything, every centimeter of each other, every part of the other.

“Thank fuck for that!” Jake replies, breathing out hard in relief and I laugh as I realize that he’s just as much on the edge as I am.

He almost pulls all the way out of me again and then slams back into me, picking up the pace, pumping in and out faster and faster.  I’m moving too, leaning forwards and then backwards, matching my movements with his, keeping time with him.  I can feel myself building towards the inevitable, my whole body is getting warmer and warmer as we create our own heat. 

“Come for me, Aimee,” Jake’s voice comes in short gasps as he pumps inside of me, once, twice and as he pushes into me again I come apart. 

A feeling of intense pleasure passes through my body intensely slowly and incredibly quickly at the same time.  I buck and squirm as my climax overtakes me and if Jake hadn’t been holding me around the waist I don’t think that my legs would have had the strength in them to keep me upright.  Jake lets out a growl that seems to come from deep within his chest, a basic, primal noise that signals that he’s found his own intense release.

We stand like that together, letting the water run over us for what must be a couple of minutes as we get our breath back.  Taking deep gulps of air, we wait for our heart rates to go back to normal.  Eventually, I feel Jake start to withdraw.  He moves out of me slowly, reluctantly and I’m left with the familiar feeling of emptiness when he leaves.  As if he senses my feelings, Jake turns me around, pushing the wet hair that is clinging to my cheeks off of my face and plants a gentle kiss on my mouth.

“Your water bill is going to be huge,” I say after a beat.  We both laugh as he envelops me in his arms and holds me tight towards him.

“That’s okay,” Jake says and I feel the vibrations of his voice against his chest, “you’re worth it.”

“Wow, that’s big of you,” I joke, playfully pushing him away.  “You’re the one that came in here when I was just minding my own business and had your way with me,” I point out, doing my best Scarlett O’Hara impression.

“Is that what happened?” Jake asks, tilting his head and grinning at me.  “I was just trying to help out with your showering,” he says, holding his hands up in his own defense. 

“Right,” I tell him, non-plussed, “so are you going to let me get on with it so we can go have lunch at your folks’?” I ask.  But my words don’t have the weight I had intended as my stomach rumbles while I think about the amazing spread I know Jake’s mom will be putting on.

“I’d rather watch,” Jake replies, smiling his effortlessly sexy smile.

“I bet you would,” I say under my breath.  I grab the soap that Jake had let fall to the floor and start working it over his chest.  “We’re going to be late,” I inform him as he gives me a questioning look, before he starts to mimic what I’m doing, washing me as I do the same to him.

“Are you nervous?” he asks nonchalantly, but I can tell from the way that he studies my reaction that it’s not a throw-away question.

“Of lunch at your parents?  I’ve probably spent more time at the Summers home than I have in my own house,” I remind him, ignoring the fact that I know that’s not why he’s asked me the question.

“Winters, you know you’re not getting off that easy,” he tells me as he stills my hands that are rubbing the soap over his strong chest.  “You haven’t seen your mom since everything kicked off,” he reminds me gently.

“I know, I know,” I tell him, reaching around him to grab the conditioner just so that I don’t have to look him directly in the eye.  “I’m looking forward to seeing her, really,” I tell him summoning a smile.

“So why have you been avoiding her for the past few days?” Jake asks the obvious question.

“I’m done I think,” I say standing under the full force of the shower for a few seconds to wash off the last of the soap.  Then I squeeze past Jake and open the screen, hopping out of the bathroom.

I know it’s immature to finish a difficult conversation by walking away but I just can’t deal with analyzing my relationship with my mother on top of everything else.  I roughly towel dry my hair and quickly slip on my clothes, before Jake even makes it out of the bathroom.  I hear the sound of the rushing water stop followed by Jake’s wet feet as he walks towards me. 

“Aimee, I’m here,” he says, placing a hand on each shoulder.  “I’m here, talk to me, I want to help you fix this,” he tells me and his eyes are so full of sincerity that I feel like I might break in two.

“I know, I know you do,” I tell him.  “It’s just not something that can be fixed like a broken tail-light,” I point out gently.  “It’s going to take some time,” I shrug, as if there’s nothing more to it.  “You better get ready,” I say as I go up onto tip-toes to give him a swift kiss on his lips before heading back into the bathroom and trying, ineffectually, to clear some of the steam off of the mirror.

My mother had been in a pretty near catatonic state since my dad had died.  It had been over nine years, closing in on ten, since she had been anything that resembled a normal, functioning person.  A person that could speak and understand and react to what was going on around them, that wasn’t my mother anymore, she was a shadow, living in the past, hiding herself away somewhere to keep the hurt at bay.  That was until the Angels had come to our home and burned it to the ground.  Only a few short days ago she had spoken, I’d heard her voice for the first time in years, she had been aware, conscious of the events playing out in front of her eyes.

She had woken up when I needed her most, but she hadn’t been able to help.  She hadn’t been able to get past her own grief and pain to help me, to stand with me against the man that had killed her husband, my father.  I haven’t seen her since that night, since Sally and Bill took her in.  She’s my mother and I love her, I remind myself as I look in the mirror.  She didn’t mean to abandon me when our lives fell apart all those years ago.  It’s not her fault.  I repeat the words in my head again and again until they sound true, or at least until they sound like less of a lie. 

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