As Jacob turned the key in his front door, doubt set in, making his stomach churn a little. What was he doing asking a sassy white girl home? Yeah, she might have ancestors from way back. It shouldn’t matter, yet, somehow, he cared for her more than any other woman he’d ever had sex with. It mattered what his mother thought of her. His father’s opinion of Rachel meant something. And he didn’t know what they’d make of her, with her outrageous mouth and risk-taking, body on the line, job. And the brittleness hidden deep under her confidence. No one before her had ever given him this concern, it had never even crossed his mind to wonder what his parents might think. The key turned with a loud click. He really ought to put some WD-40 on it. And that’s when he knew.
He drew in a deep breath, sucking fresh cold spring night air down into his lungs. Since when did sex-for-fun become so fucking complicated? He and Rachel were just two people wanting a fun romp in the sack, temporary pleasure, not worth any internal interrogation.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked, ignoring the croak in his voice. She’d probably think it was desire, if he was lucky.
‘As ready as I’ll ever be.’
‘That doesn’t sound enthusiastic.’ Jacob’s stomach sank, the churn increasing, and the taste of fermented apples becoming stronger in his mouth.
‘That’s the crux of it, isn’t it?’ She bit her bottom lip, leaving a small indent. ‘My body obviously wants you. My head is not so sure.’
‘I’m only interested if you are keen.’ He’d never been one to force someone to do something they didn’t want to do.
She poked him on the chest, ‘You see, that’s part of the problem. You say shit like that, and it makes me want to jump you. How dare you sound so goddamned fucking safe?’
His blood surged at the image of her astride him, riding him with her toned muscles and small, round breasts bouncing as she pumped up and down. He raised one eyebrow, trying to maintain distance when all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her, and get started.
‘Would you like to come in?’ He pushed the door open and waved his hand to indicate that she should go first. A blush painted her cheeks a delightful rose with each freckle standing out. The end of his tongue tingled, he wanted to lick each one and taste her skin. The memory of her honey and wattle taste washed through his mouth, filling it with a weird hint of expectation, thanks to their previous kiss. A kiss he wanted more of. More of her. His mouth dried, and he leaned towards her as he waited for her to decide to enter his house.
‘Do you live here alone?’ She tilted her head as she asked a question that made him blink.
‘Yes. Why? … Do you plan on being noisy enough to disturb a housemate?’
She grinned, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips, ‘You really need to stop blurting out all your thoughts.’
He swallowed, not feeling the lazy smile he painted on his face. ‘I have nothing to hide.’
‘And I’d like to see it all.’ She walked perkily past him, a bundle of energy in each stride. He pulled the door shut with a satisfying bang and clicked the lock as he turned to follow her down the hallway of his semi-detached house. A long hallway ran down the shared brick wall with the neighbour, with two bedrooms off to the side, before opening out into a lounge and open-plan kitchen–dining area. The previous owner had done one of those modern extension renovations, replacing the whole back of the house with big glass sliding doors that looked out onto the small inner-city courtyard. It was the perfect house for him, with room for a guest if his parents ever came into the city to visit, and small enough that it didn’t require much cleaning. He’d rather have space and a view, than the tiny enclosed courtyard, however, that type of thing was out of his budget, even with his decent footy pay cheque. He could go home to his parent’s farm whenever he craved space.
‘This place is sweet. Did you do the extension? It looks great.’ Rachel dumped her bag on the kitchen counter and leaned against the breakfast bar.
‘Thanks. The previous owner did the work.’
‘It’s nice. Really spacious for a semi.’
He tried not to tap his foot impatiently. ‘Do you want a drink or something?’
‘No thanks.’ She glanced around his house.
‘Look, it’s okay if this feels awkward and you want to leave again. I’m not some evil dickhead who wants to get laid at all costs. I can wait.’
Her face scrunched up, and he took a half-step backwards worried that she believed that about him. A roar of laughter burst through the room, and he found himself falling as Rachel leaped at him, her arms thrown up around his neck. He staggered back against the wall, using it to keep them both upright, as her body singed his with sudden heat, a flash burn all down his chest, abs, and lower to his erection, now lodged perfectly at the top of her stomach. He wanted to shift his hips, to rub himself against her with delicious friction. Their height difference would make it so easy to slide her down a little and fuck her breasts. Hell couldn’t be hotter than this.
‘That’s a lie and we both know it. Neither of us can wait. That’s why we are dancing awkwardly around each other in your house.’ Rachel concluded her outstanding statement by pressing her lips against his, giving him no option but to kiss her back as she burned him like a chef throwing alcohol in a hot pan, sending flames shooting up to lick at the air. He seared her in return, wanting to brand her with his taste, as her wattle and honey kiss imprinted on his brain. Their mouths mashed together, desperate, as he delved deep, invading and demanding everything from her. She lashed her tongue across his, drawing a groan from deep inside his torso, and he wrapped his arms around her. One on the base of her neck, the back of his hand tickled by her taut ponytail. Fuck, he needed to free her hair, like now. He stroked his other hand down her back, and grabbed her tight little arse encased in smooth dress pants. She bounced up, notching her knees on his hips, and his hand spread over her arse with his palm crackling with lightning at being so close to her feminine opening. Only her pants between him and where he desperately needed to be.
‘Rachel.’ He growled her name into her mouth, a vibration more than a word, and she lifted her head, releasing him from the kiss for a second.
‘Yeah.’ Her guttural moan sent a shiver down his spine, and he tightened his grip.
‘Come to bed.’
She smiled. ‘Carry me.’ She writhed in his arms, her own hands clutching his neck tighter, her fingertips digging into to his flesh. Damn she was strong—anything he gave her, he knew instinctively she could take it. His already hard cock got impossibly harder. He strode freely down the hallway, his mind overflowing with possibilities. In a smooth motion, he grabbed her hair-tie and freed her hair, tossing the small elastic aside, before threading his hands through her brunette strands that were like silk over his fingers. She mimicked him, her fingers spreading up the back of his skull over his short-clipped hair. He tried to think about doing beep tests, a way to prolong this before he incinerated too quickly, like a flash fire gone almost before it started. His knees hit the edge of his bed, and he winced at the sudden stab of pain from his busted ligament. Well, that was one way to prolong this. He blinked.
‘Are you alright?’
He groaned, ‘Yeah, just knocked my knee. It’s nothing.’
‘Doesn’t look like nothing from the grimace on your face.’ She slid her knees down from his hips, relaxing her grip on his head as she let herself fall onto the bed. She sat on her heels, bent over so her hair spread across her back, and she wrapped her hand gently around his knee.
‘This one?’
‘Yeah.’ A breathy, needy noise fell out of his mouth as she traced her fingers around the injury, careful not to touch the sore area. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he waited for her verdict, then he gasped as her hands drifted up his thigh, one on the inside tracing the seam of his jeans, and one on the outside, firmer. She gripped his hip with the firm hand, and with her other she cupped him. His head fell back, his breath heavy and harsh. ‘Rachel.’
She rose up, a goddess in a plain white blouse and black dress pants and smiled at him.
‘You like that?’ she asked, as if it wasn’t plainly obvious. He nodded unable to form words as she traced the hard shape of his cock, rigid in his jeans. Free me. Suck me. Goddamn he was going to explode if she did that. He grabbed her hand, removing the temptation, and used it to pull her up, so she knelt tall before him, one arm high above her head.
‘Give me your other hand.’
She complied, and he used his height to stretch her up. He kept one hand holding her hands together and brushed his other hand down one of her arms, and across her shoulder. The crisp softness of her cotton blouse only served to emphasis the strength in her toned arms, and he traced each muscle, watching her eyes flutter and her throat shift as she swallowed. He let himself grin, as she lifted her breasts towards his hand, as desperate for his touch as he was to touch her. He stroked his hand back up her arm to rejoin her hands.
‘Jacob.’ She scolded him.
‘Patience.’ He took her hands in his and drew them down gently in a wide semi-circle to place them on the base of her spine. With one hand, he held her smaller hands in place, leaving her back arched towards him, and one hand free to explore.
‘Let me free.’
‘Not yet.’ He leaned forward so his chest brushed hers, teasing her and she stretched to press her nipples against him. He smiled as he kissed her, inhaling her scent, and dragging his mouth over hers. Her breath panted into him as he slanted his head to deepen the kiss and prolong the scorching tension between them. When they were both breathless, he shifted to nibble along her jaw and down her throat. She wriggled, tugging at her hands.
‘Not yet.’
‘Fucking why not?’ Her perfectly Rachel demand swelled his chest with delicious heat.
‘Because of this.’ He sucked the strong tendon at the side of her neck, hard enough to leave a bruise and she shouted out an enthusiastic agreement.
‘Hell yes.’ Her hands relaxed in his as he rolled backwards, shifting them together onto the bed. He used his weight to keep her hands locked underneath her back, while releasing his own hands, so he could use both to undo her blouse. Inch by inch, he exposed her skin and she writhed underneath his weight, trapped, panting, and wanting. Her skin changed colour as he pushed her shirt wide and bent to kiss her breasts. Tanned at her throat, paler as he explored the parts of her body usually unseen by the sun. In some ways, completely different to his melanin rich skin, in others, no different to his, with the graduated shades depending on how much sun each portion of her body saw. Would she notice the way his own skin responded to the sun? She ripped her hands out from underneath herself, he’d forgotten how strong she was, as she grabbed his shirt, tugging it up his body, her knuckles dragging over his heated skin. He helped her pull his shirt over his head in a swift motion, before he lowered himself onto her. Skin to skin. Searing him. He kissed her hard, then descended on her, blazing a path down her throat with kisses to make her squirm underneath him. Her fingers dug into his spine in delicious agony; his ears filled with the sound of her ragged breaths as he explored her soft skin with his tongue, more hints of wattle. She must use a soap with it in it since the bush scent tingled in his mouth. He covered her breasts with his hands, the lace of her bra tickling his palms, as he shifted further down until his face nestled between her breasts.
‘Yes.’ She spread her hands over his shoulder blades, her nails just touching him. He pulled her bra down and pinched her dark rose nipples. Her fingernails dug in, scratching him. Hell. He sucked on nipple as he toyed with the other, delighting in her moans. Her head fell back on his bed, her eyes shut as he continued his path lower until he reached the tight waistband of her dress pants. Even with her uber-fit body, her pants still dug into her skin a little and he ran his finger underneath the edge to soothe her before he undid the button and slowly pulled the zip down. She covered his hand with hers, trying to push his palm down against her lacy underwear.
‘Faster.’
‘No.’ He didn’t want to rush, although his body screamed at him to tear at her pants, drag them off and drive himself into her wet heat. Her quest for speed worked as a magic wand slowing his fingers down, needing to take his time and experience every little reaction he could draw from her.
‘Asshole.’ She hissed, digging her fingernails into his hand.
‘Shh.’ He breathed against her hand, gently removing her talons from his hand, placing her hand on his forearm. He chuckled and blew hot air over her skin until she writhed, pushing her hips and mound up towards his mouth.
‘Come on. Get on with it.’ She drew out the words in a plea, squeezing his arm, until he pulled her pants down over her hips. He kissed all the little red bits of skin where her pants dug into her, amazed at how her stomach muscles were so strong and hard underneath her soft feminine skin. Her athletic body and fitness called to him in a way that he’d never felt before, a sizzling strength which built awareness. She raked the back of his neck with her fingers, the pads and calluses caused by her job rougher on his skin than he expected, adding a freshness to the familiar act. He gently drew down her underwear, taking his time to trace her skin, circling her centre, but teasing her by not touching her. Her fingers gripped him tighter, pressing into the muscles at the base of his skull, her entire body tense and needy.
‘Come on. I need you.’ Her breathy voice called to him deep inside and his own hips jerked, dragging his cock against her calf muscle. He brushed his hand, ever so lightly, over her slit, and she moaned.
‘More.’
‘Like this?’ He spread his hand over her mound, then slowly dipped his finger inside her wet, oh so wet, slit.
‘Yeah, just like that.’ She twisted, faster than he expected, and grabbed his hand, pulling it up to her mouth and sucking his finger, still damp with her own juice. Holy shit, that was about the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he damned near came right that second.
‘I love that taste.’
‘Of yourself?’
‘Of aroused woman. Mine or someone else’s.’
Fuck. He had to taste her now, either that or die from the way his heart thudded in his chest.
‘So do I.’ He covered her mound with his mouth, and she bucked underneath him as he stroked her with his tongue. Her musk overwhelmed his senses, the taste, the smell, utterly perfect, and she spread her legs wider for him. With long, slow licks, he relished the taste of her, salty like her sassy personality. His focus zeroed in on her, he needed to make her scream his name and come before he even gave a thought to his own pleasure. He adored this part of sex, the sheer beauty of her spread wide open for him, and Rachel had a way of demanding satisfaction that made him want to be even more for her. To flick her clit until her hands grabbed the bed covers, and she bucked against him. He gave her everything he could, every luscious pull of his tongue as she cried out for more, little touches against her clit in time with her panting breath, and when the tension in her hands tightened even more on his skull, her fingers grasping at the nearness of her orgasm, he sucked her clit hard enough to push her over the edge into a torrent of pleasure.
‘Yes. Jacob. That’s it.’
She pulsed under his mouth, her inner muscles clenching on his tongue, and he had to agree. If they both died now, it would be the best way to go. Her fingers slackened on his skull, drifting down to cradle his cheeks, and she tugged at his face. He lifted his head and gazed at her glassy eyes and flushed face. He traced his hands down her strong thighs, amazed at the differences between his strength and hers, yet underneath still both of them were athletes. He needed to be inside her now.
‘Can I?’
‘Can you what?’
‘Can I fuck you?’
‘You already have, but yeah, I’d quite like to have your cock inside me.’
‘Rachel, only you would be so perfectly blunt.’ He grinned, pressed a kiss to her curls, and stood up beside the bed. Fumbling with his zip, he pulled down his jeans, releasing his hard erection. He leaned over to grab a condom and ripped it open before rolling it on.
‘What is taking so long?’ She half-sat up on her elbows.
He grinned, ‘Are you always this impatient?’
‘Only for important things.’
‘Are you saying my cock is important?’ His smile grew as his blood roared in his veins. He needed to be inside her. Right this very second.
‘Maybe.’ She gave him a sly look, ‘It’s also important that you get off as well, otherwise it’s all one-way traffic.’ Or at least, that’s what he thought she said. Rachel mumbled, her voice heavy with satisfaction, a little smile remaining on her lips.
‘And we can’t be unfair about this, can we?’ He grinned as he leaned over her. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking lightly, then stronger until his eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure.
‘You could come now.’ Her tempting idea nearly made him acquiesce.
He growled, ‘Or I could sink into heaven.’ The anticipation of being inside her made him into a poet, and he ignored the flitting thought that he sounded like a tool.
‘Also, a good plan.’ She slid her hand down and cupped his balls, shooting sensation through his nervous system. He leaned over her, and she guided him into her slick heat. Heaven. Her body yielded to him as he drove himself in deep. His low groan mingled in the air with her wild moan.
‘Harder,’ she begged. He was beyond words, thrusting into her again and again. He covered her body, his skin slippery against hers as she responded in kind to him, tipping her hips to draw him in deeper.
‘More,’ her voice had a tense edge to it, as though she was almost ready to explode into pleasure, and he slipped his hand between them to touch her clit.
‘Jacob,’ Rachel cried out his name, the ultimate sound, as her inner muscles clenched him in pulses. He crashed into her, coming hard and deep inside, and he didn’t hold back, safe in the knowledge that she was strong and tough. His vision blurred, seeing white spots as he came, pumping himself into her until he almost passed out. He collapsed onto her, his breath coming in gulps as his heart returned from top speed back to normal much slower than usual. Stunned, unable to move, as if Rachel had smacked him on the head and stabbed him in the heart. Only violence could explain the hammering in his chest. She traced lazy circles on his lower back.
‘Thank you.’ He wasn’t sure if he whispered aloud, or if he only thought it. Her fingers didn’t change their gentle rhythm, lulling him towards a sated sleep.
‘Jacob,’ she whispered, pushing gently at his shoulders. He blinked, his mind foggy as he rolled off her. She brushed her hand over his hair and touched the end of her nose to his.
‘Yeah?’
‘We should probably deal with the condom before you pass out.’
It took a concerted effort to waken his brain enough to focus on what she’d said and move his body enough to be practical. She reached down between them, and helped him, as he argued with his sleepy body. Never before had sex left him so relaxed, emptied of all tensions. His body seemed like liquid as he stood up, threw the condom into a bin, and grabbed a towel from the bathroom in case she wanted to clean up.
‘Come back to bed, Jacob.’
He didn’t need a second invitation, his body drifting down to lie stretched out next to hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She hummed, a quiet vibration against him, as she shifted to settle against him.
‘I have to get up early for trackwork.’
‘Are you asking if you can stay the night?’ The answer was yes, of course. He wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.
‘Do you mind?’
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. ‘I would mind if you left. Please stay.’ He pulled his jeans off properly and chucked them over the chair in the corner of the room and helped her remove all her clothes. They rolled together, naked, under the sheets, her body searing his, which naturally led to more kisses, more orgasms, and more glorious time spent inside her.
Dark surrounded him when he woke up to a weird grumble in his stomach. If it wasn’t the middle of the night, he’d think he was hungry.
‘Hmmph.’ He probably was hungry, he hadn’t eaten much all day at the races, and he’d leaped straight into bed with Rachel. Where was she? He reached out, his hand brushing her bare backside. He shifted towards her, tucking her small body against his. The long muscles down her spine were hard against his chest, and her ribs moved in a quiet rhythm as she slept. He traced his hands down her sides, brushing the rounded sides of her breasts, and over her tiny waist with strong abdominal muscles under her soft feminine skin. Her body amazed him, a small bundle of strength.
‘Good morning, Jacob. Surely it’s not time to get up for trackwork yet?’ Her voice was full of sleep, throaty.
‘I don’t know what the time is.’
She groaned, ‘I’m not ready to get up yet. Why are you awake?’
‘Would you believe it, but my stomach woke me up.’
She rolled over, ‘Are you shitting me? All that exercise has made you hungry? Like do you need a midnight snack or something to sustain yourself?’ The dark hid her expression, but he could imagine her smile thanks to the laughter in her voice.
‘I think I’ll survive.’
‘Good—’ She paused for long enough that he thought she’d gone back to sleep. ‘Ahh, fuck it.’ She wriggled in his arms. ‘Now you’ve gone and woken me up, I can’t sleep.’
‘I have an idea about how to relax you again.’
She giggled, ‘You are insatiable.’
‘Yes.’ He slid his hands up, cupping her breasts. ‘Shall we?’
‘Oh, yeah.’
A high-pitched pop tune blasted out, and Jacob cracked open one eye. Beside him, Rachel rustled under the blankets before dropping a kiss onto his forehead, her breath hot and sweet on his face.
‘Thanks for a wonderful night, Jacob.’ She whispered before sliding out of his bed, leaving him alone under the covers, his hands reaching for her and finding only warm sheets. He could hear her gathering up her clothes, her feet muffled by the carpet, and he winced when he heard a thump and she swore under her breath. Soon the hallway light flicked on, leaving him to decide—stay in bed and try and sleep some more, or get up and say goodbye properly. He reached out and turned on his bedside light, blinking under the sudden influx of sharp light, and dragged himself out of the warm cosy bed. Pulling out his drawer, he grabbed clean boxers and a t-shirt and threw them on, before following her out into the hallway. She stood in the kitchen, buttoning up her shirt, looking as bleary eyed and sleepy as he felt.
‘Hey, you want something to eat before you go to work?’
She cleared her throat, ‘You didn’t have to get up? And thanks, I’ll just grab some water, although a piece of fruit might be good.’
‘There are apples in the bowl over there.’ He pointed in the direction of the fruit and took a glass out of the cupboard for her. Their fingers grazed each other as he handed her the glass, sending a sizzle up his arm. He smirked—apparently, they hadn’t gotten it all out of their respective systems last night. Rachel filled the glass with water, and drank deeply, a little drop of moisture escaping the corner of her mouth, and his tongue tingled with the need to lick it. She put the glass on the bench, her own tongue flicking out to capture the tiny droplet, and the combination of her sleepy eyes, and her wet lips reminded him of her face during her first orgasm last night. The memory triggered a question.
‘Hey, what did you mean earlier last night when you said I’d already fucked you before? Was that …’
A groan emanated from her throat, ‘It’s a bit early for questions like that. Anyway, it wasn’t an insult. I reckon that sex is about orgasms, not about where the bits go.’
He glanced at the clock … frigging four-thirty in the morning.
‘I’d never thought about it like that, I guess.’ He shrugged his shoulders to make it seem like no big deal.
‘Missionary isn’t the only way, Jacob. Go back to sleep and dream about it. I’d better go. I’ll call you.’ She collected her bag from the kitchen bench where she’d flung it the night before and left his house without a second glance. He stared down his hallway long after the front door banged shut, trying to process how the aftermath of one wild night could leave him feeling so empty.