She sighed and threw her vibrator in the drawer. Five orgasms and she wasn’t even close to satisfied. She needed cock. With her husband out of town for another ten days, that wasn’t going to happen. She pulled her panties up and stomped into the kitchen for a glass of water.
Her phone rang as she drank her second glass. She snatched it up, her husband’s name on the screen. “Hello Daddy,” she said, trying not to be bitchy.
“What’s wrong baby girl?” he asked, his deep voice full of concern. He knew her too well.
“Nothing. I’m just having a day,” she mumbled, not wanting to add to his stress. Working out of town for weeks at a time was hard enough for both, he didn’t need to worry about her libido being out of control as well.
“What. Is. Wrong.” He ground out each word, and she crumbled. She could see the stern look on his face in her mind.
Deep breath. “I am horny. Like out of control horny. I just spent half an hour with my vibe, had five orgasms, and I am still so turned on it hurts. I need cock, and you won’t be home for another week and a half.” The words started slowly but were tumbling out of her by the time she was done.
He was silent for a moment. Fuck. She knew this was going to make him feel badly, the last thing she wanted to happen. There was noise coming from the phone, but it wasn’t speech. It was laughter. He was laughing at her. The temptation to hang up on him was overwhelming. “I’m so glad you are amused,” she ground out between gritted teeth.
He stopped immediately, but she could still hear the smile in his voice. “I’m sorry baby. I know it’s hard for both of us on these long trips, especially when your libido is raging. We’ll make sure to schedule a playdate with Jake as soon as I get home, and he and I will fuck you until you can’t walk straight. I know that doesn’t help things now, but it’s the best I can do.”
They talked for a bit longer, before he told her it was time for bed. She hated saying goodnight. She quickly got ready, making sure the alarm was set. She tossed and turned for a bit, her pussy aching before she fell asleep.
Something woke her. She lay still in the dark bedroom, sure that the erotic dream she had been having was the reason. She sighed loudly, smoothed the covers and turned onto her side, determined to chase sleep again. Maybe she would fall back into the dream of Ryan and Jake tag team fucking her.
She was just one the edge of sleep when a hand covered her mouth. She gave a muffled scream and tried to roll away, but a heavy body was on her before she could move. There was a roaring in her ears, and she was sure her heart was going to pound through her chest. Shit. She was sure she had armed the alarm. How the fuck had someone gotten into the house?
She was fighting, scratching, heaving as much as she could trying to get the body off her. Nothing was having an effect. His big hand stayed on her mouth, his other corralling her wrists and pinning them above her head. His legs twined with hers, and she could feel his cock getting hard through the blankets separating them. A fresh spike of terror had her struggling harder, with the same lack of results.
He was talking to her. What the fuck was he saying? Why was he talking to her? She couldn’t hear him over her own terror. He lowered his head until his mouth was right next to her ear. “Shhhh. Annie baby, shhhhh.”
He knew her name. How did he know her name? Why did she know his voice? He kept whispering soft soothing words, and despite herself her heart began to slow. Her struggles eased. She knew his voice. His scent was familiar. Her body recognized him before her mind did. Jake. It was Jake. Jesus fucking Christ. Why was Jake in her bedroom in the middle of the night?
Feeling her body easing, he pulled back to look in her eyes. She was still panting, but she knew him. He gave a half smile and took his hand away from her mouth.
“Get the fuck off me,” she growled at him. His smile vanished immediately. He slowly moved off her, off the bed and stood warily between her and the door. She jumped out of bed, not caring she was naked.
“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in? Have you lost your ever-loving mind?” Annie advanced on him, her temper blazing, not caring he towered over her. Fear had turned to blazing anger, and she was going to back him into the goddamned corner literally and figuratively.
He let her get him up against the wall, then before she could evade him, he had her pinned to it, his 6’2” frame dwarfing her. He pinned her hand above her head again but made no move to cover her mouth. He was aware she would bite him until he bled if he tried.
“Shut up and let me explain woman,” he grumbled at her when she paused for a breath. The shock of his gruff words took the wind out of her sails.
He smiled when he saw he had her attention. His free hand moved the hair out of her face and settled loosely on her throat. She hated how that made her pussy twitch.
“Ryan called me after he talked to you. He told me you were in a bad way, and he wasn’t going to be home for a few days. He gave me the code to the alarm, told me where the spare key was hidden, and asked me to take good care of you.” He leaned down to kiss her.
Instead of soothing her, as he obviously assumed this would, it fired her temper even more. She bit his lip. When he pulled back with a yell, there was a spiteful smile on her face.
“You think you can scare the fuck out of me, then just kiss and make it better? Let go of me Jake, and get the fuck out of my house,” she practically spat at him. Mixed with her anger was a pang of regret. As frightened and pissed off as she was, she was even hornier that she had been earlier. As soon as she got Jake out, she was going to call Ryan and chew him from stem to stern for such a shitty idea. Then she was going to spend some more quality time with her vibrator. Fucking men.
Jake’s eyes narrowed. He stepped back, his hands in the air. “You want me to leave, fine. But don’t you dare call Ryan and bitch at him. He loves you and wanted to give you something to smile about. I’ll leave you here to be miserable.” He turned to walk away, and something inside her snapped.
She was on him before he could get the half dozen steps to the bedroom door. He must have heard her move, because he turned to catch her, pinning her to the wall again. This time her hands were digging into his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. He let her try to devour him for a minute, then pulled back, his hand on her chin forcing her to look at him.
“I know you want this. I can smell your cunt. Your nipples are cutting into my chest. But you are going to verbally acknowledge that you want me to fuck you until neither one of us can move. Do you understand Annie?” He gave her head a little shake, as though to clear the lust in her eyes.
She tried to nod. The look of displeasure in his eyes stopped her. She had to stop, swallow, close her eyes and take a deep breath. When she looked at him again, he was smiling. She hated that. But she wanted his cock more.
“Yes Jake. I want you. I want this. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you in my marriage bed. I know exactly what I’m saying.” She spoke calmly, but her voice still shook. Desire and anger were mixed, and she knew this was going to be a night that would leave marks on both.
He leaned down to kiss her again, no semblance of gentleness. She bit him again, and he growled before kissing her harder, her head thumping the wall. Her hands tangled in his hair again, pulling him even closer.
He pulled back from her, his face dark as he pulled off his shirt, then kicking off his shorts. She almost purred as his thick cock came into view. No thinking tonight. She was on her knees, his cock in her hands and mouth. His head fell back, and he just enjoyed her while she slobbered and whimpered on his shaft. He didn’t even try to pull her off when he felt himself getting ready to come. One big hand on the back of her head, and she was greedily swallowing every drop.
She kept sucking until his hand tightened in her hair and pulled her off. She tilted back to look at him, and the sly smile on her face was almost enough to get him hard immediately.
“Get up,” he ordered. She rose gracefully to her feet. She watched as he walked over to the bed she had only ever shared with her husband before this. That was the last time she thought about Ryan for the rest of the night. Jake laid down, held out his hand. “Get your ass over here and sit on my face. I’m going to make you scream, then I’m going to fuck you until dawn.”
She didn’t move at first. She gave him that smile again, and slowly sauntered over to the bed. She climbed on the bed, straddled his chest, and savored the heat of his body against her cunt.
“You really think you can make me scream Jake? You think you can keep up with me all night?” she purred as she rocked on his body. His hands came up to her ass, and quickly lifted her and settled her over his mouth. She gave a squeak that turned into a moan as his tongue parted her folds and found her clit. His rough hands held her hips still as he devoured her.
She came. Once, twice, until she lost count, and her voice. He was ruthless, not allowing her to stop orgasming until his face and neck were soaked with her juices. She was a shuddering mess as he gently laid her on the bed.
Annie vaguely felt him leave her, but she was too lost in the haze of pleasure to wonder what he was doing. He came back, a glass of water in his hand. He propped her up, slid behind her and held the glass to her lips as she greedily drank every drop. Her head dropped against this shoulder as she tried to come back to earth.
His voice was low and urgent in her ear. “Annie. Pay attention. I need you to pay attention and answer me honestly. Do you want me to leave, or do you want me to stay and fuck you all night?” She could feel his cock, hard and long against the small of her back. He had been their play partner for over a year, and he was scrupulous about consent. He wanted her, and he would get up and walk out her door the second she told him too. She turned her head to look at him.
She was on her back and he was balls deep in her before she knew what had happened. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she arched up into his thrusts. Her nails scored down his back, and his teeth sank into her shoulder.
There was a weak light beginning to shine through the curtains, not that Annie cared enough to look. She heard her phone ringing but couldn’t answer it. Her face was buried in the mattress while Jake slowly worked his cock into her tight ass. He paused, and she whined a protest.
“Morning Ryan.” A pause, then a laugh. “Yeah, she’s in a much better mood this morning. I’ve got my cock halfway in her ass, and she’s trying to squirm it all the way in. I’ll have her call you when we are done, okay?” Jake chuckled again, then threw the phone on the bed by her head. His cock slid in another inch as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Your husband says he loves you, and I should make sure you winch every time you sit down today.”