Deep Desires Pt 03 Jake

This is part 3 of a series Im working on. For full context go back and read part 1 and 2, or just begin here if thats your pleasure. I do not recap everything though. I hope you enjoy this new installment, please rate and comment, this is my first time writing and I welcome the feedback :)

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The writhing back before him had sweat dripping down the smooth chocolate skin. His hands gripped ebony hips firmly and guided their grinding frenzy on his lap. Jake was laying on the bed with Claire on top facing away from him and leaving him with a fantastic view of her shapely ass. She humped him rhythmically and her ass cheeks bounced and rippled and flexed deliciously before his eyes.

While the view was hot, Jake grew bored of her bouncing on his lap, he liked to do the fucking himself. Do all the doing, in fact. He always had. Laying in his back with a woman bouncing on top of him, however hot and enjoyable for a time, would never make him cum.

Moving quickly, Jake easily heaved her up by her hips as he drew his knees under himself and positioned her before him. A smooth and fast transition from reverse cowgirl to doggy style without pulling out that relied on his physical strength. She looked back at him with surprise. Jake tested the angle with a few cursory strokes, staring her dead in the eyes, and then watched her's glaze over, her mouth opening wider to let out a moan, before she broke eye contact and faced forward once more. He picked up the pace, gripping her hips tightly. Her body was strong, she had defined lean muscles and smooth chocolate skin. She was tall, with long elegant limbs. Her breasts were small, not quite a handful and while her ass was ample, her hips did not flare out from her waist in the hourglass figure Jake preferred. Not like the brunette's had. An image of her body bent over in the same position he had Claire in now flashed before his eyes. A smaller but more voluptuous frame, firm large breasts, a tapered trim waist, and wide curvy hips. Jake pushed the visual of the brunette from his mind to bring his focus back to Claire still taking each powerful thrust. Claire was beautiful, really. Jake appreciated the glow of her back again then trailed his gaze down to that bouncing, juicy ass. Her moans heightened in pitch and her movements changed as she neared her orgasm. Jake reached around and touched her clit, his fingers lightly stroking the little bud, so slick with her juices. He kept fucking her hard and then her pussy began to clench and milk his dick. Her orgasm was long and drawn out, he kept the same fast pace with his thrusts and the lighter strokes on her clit while she writhed and screamed, completely coming apart. Her orgasm intensified and he felt a gush of liquid. The walls of her pussy were still contracting around him and the liquid squirted out the sides of her pussy, wetting his thighs and balls. He felt the shift in her body and slowed his movements to bring her down slowly. She was panting, her arms had ceased supporting her and her head was resting on the mattress. Jake pulled out of her and looked at her pussy. It was swollen and puffy; the lips flared out revealing the hot pink centre. The backs of her thighs were slick and wet and when he saw the mattress beneath them he smiled. A large dark patch marked the sheets.

"Did I make a mess?" Her voice was breathy. "Ugh, damn not again Jake! I just bought this mattress."

"Don't worry about it." Jake sat back on the pillows and one corner of his mouth turned up in a lopsided smile. "Now, come here," he commanded as he removed the condom and threw it on the floor. She relaxed and gave a sultry smile before moving towards him taking his still hard dick in her mouth. What she couldn't fit inside she grabbed with her hand and then she started to suck. Her head bobbed up and down in Jake's lap and his right hand fisted her short curly black hair. She had cut it shorter since the last time he'd seen her and he preferred it long. He gripped a handful tightly and pulled and pushed, forcing her into a pace he wanted. Sloppy wet sounds filled the room as she sucked him. He felt his balls tighten and he shoved her face into his lap as his dick erupted down her throat. He felt her mouth working to swallow. Jake held her there until he finished and then released her head. She pulled back and sat up swallowing the last of his load. A drop run over her bottom lip and her tongue swept over it, drawing it into her mouth. Then she collapsed onto her stomach next to him, exhausted. Jake got up and pulled on his boxers.

"I gotta head off but thanks for the call. I'll see you around, Claire." Jake dressed himself and left her lying there.

"Sure, Jake." Was all she said. She didn't lift her head from the bed. He knew the way out.

Outside on the dark footpath Jake lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He rolled his neck and allowed himself a moment to relax. Established arrangements were good. Uncomplicated. He'd been sleeping with Claire on a casual basis for a while. Sometimes once a week, sometimes a month or more went by without contact. It was just about the sex and then he didn't think of her again until the next time- whenever that was. It was the same for her too he was sure, he had made it clear when they first slept together that this was all it would ever be. She had never done or said anything to make him think she wasn't on the same page. Clear and simple. Not like the other night with the brunette. That had left him feeling....uneasy. The way she had been so forward with him at the bar made him think casual hook ups were commonplace for her but he thought the whole night through an annoying amount and now he wondered if that was the case. The look in her eyes when he left still sat with him: the sweetness, her vulnerability, and the hurt when he rejected her offer to stay. But why the fuck did he care? Women had wanted more from him before so why was she any different? He didn't just think about the image of her wrapped in her bedsheet, but also the sexy noises she had made when he had her pressed up against the wall with one hand around her throat a two fingers in her pussy. Her body had yielded to him beautifully, he'd even finished inside her without a condom. She'd told him she was taking the pill but it was very unlike him not to wear one. He growled in frustration, a deep throaty sound. Why was the brunette on his mind again, right now? He rubbed his face with his hands and dragged them through his hair then took another deep draw on his cigarette.

Another image of his cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy, her toned legs splayed out. She had cum on his dick as he fingered her hot ass- twice. He pictured what it would be like to fuck that ass. Her hot, tight, little hole stretching for him and gaping-

Enough.

He adjusted himself in his pants. He'd just fucking cum and thoughts of that girl were making him hard again. He took another drag and headed towards his car. Pulling his keys from his pocket, he got in and drove away.

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His opponent was a meaty guy and as tall as Jake, surely above Jake's weight class, but this was only sparring. Jake bounced lightly on his feet around the ring, never looking away from the man in front of him. The guy he was fighting had little technical skill but he made up for it with brute strength and packed a killer right hook that Jake was not going to forget any time soon. His left cheek and eye already felt a little tight from the swelling. For his size he was faster than Jake would have guessed, but nowhere near quick enough. Jake feinted right and waited for his opponent's gloves to drop before hitting him with a left hook. Jake gave him no time to recover before the right jab cracked him square in the face. Again. Again. The man planted his feet and tried to swing back but Jake easily dodged and came back with a right uppercut that clipped him under his jaw. The strength behind the hit and follow through snapped the man's head backward and he was knocked clean off his feet. Jake dropped his gloves, stood over his fallen sparring partner and waited.

"Fuck Jake. You had to go that hard?" A cough and a laugh and then the burly guy was moving to sit up.

Jake smiled, "you alright Pete? Want to keep going or are you done?"

"Nah, I'm done."

Jake took his gloves off and offered Pete a hand which was gratefully accepted. He heaved him back into a standing position by the wrist of the other man's glove then waited for Pete to take them off so he could shake his hand. "Good fight."

"Yeah, good fight Jake. Again next week?"

Standing in front of the lockers lining one side of the gym, Jake drank his water. It felt good to box. He didn't do it often anymore but when he did the moves and strategy came easily and he enjoyed it. He had been a competitive MMA fighter from when he was 18 and had even gone pro at 22 but stopped fighting all together at 26. He hadn't been big enough to be a household name, but his career was successful enough that he made good money that paid for his engineering degree and provided the seed money for his building business. He'd also been able to purchase and flip a property and owned the property his business was operating out of as well- no small feat for someone his age living in Sydney. As a result, at 28 he was doing very well for himself. Jake's phone buzzed in his gym bag and he pulled it from the side pocket to see a text from his friend Callum. He wanted Jake to come out for some drinks at The Vesper. He'd never been inside that place but he knew where it was. Apparently Callum wanted to "bump into" a girl he knew was going to be there. Jake wrote back agreeing to go then tossed his phone into the bag before slinging it over his shoulder and heading for the car park.

The Vesper was not Jake's kind of place at all. It was packed with people, music was loud and heavily based and it had booths with navy velvet seats lining two opposite walls, then there were small low tables taking up almost half of the available floor space in front of the bar. The rest was standing room por potentially a dance floor, Jake guessed. It drew a mixed crowd of all ages, young people very dressed up likely using this spot to pre drink before heading into the city where most of the clubs were. There were also more casual groups like his own and then older patrons, older men he realised. Some wore slick suits coming from the office- or wherever they claimed- but others were very casual, one or two were even sitting alone and didn't appear to be with anybody. Jake was seated on a booth with his friends, Callum had convinced Leo and Cedric to come along and both were scanning the place with Jake's same skepticism. He didn't think he would be staying long, one or two drinks was about all he might be able to stand. It seemed to have table service though which was a pleasant surprise. Jake noted the waitress at a booth taking orders, her uniform was all black and consisted of a tight T-shirt and shorts- very short ones. He looked around and noted the rest of the waitresses all had equally tight and revealing uniforms and every one of them was young, fit and female. Selective hiring process then. The few older men who were seated by themselves made more sense and sure enough, Jake could see one leering at the closest waitress as he sucked on his beer. Seedy fucker, Jake thought.

"Callum, you've got me for one drink then I'm out." He announced to the table.

"Yeah, this is not for me either, let's just go play pool, boys." Cedric suggested, knee bouncing under the table as though just sitting still and not doing something was grating on him.

"Come on, give me three rounds. If you make me leave now you could be depriving me of my one chance at love."

Jake laughed at that. Callum had met the girl at the gym and she had mentioned in passing that he should go to the Vesper on Friday night.

Leo scoffed, "Sure Callum, it's your soft little heart you came for."

Callum feigned offence, "there's nothing soft and little in this-"

A woman's voice interrupted to take their order. Jake turned to ask for a whisky on ice and was shocked to find the brunette from the other night standing before him. Her long legs were toned and smooth, they seemed to go on forever in those high waisted shorts that hugged her curves like a second skin. The tight black T-shirt was tucked into the shorts providing a completely smooth line from the curve of her hip into the concave of her waistline, up her flat stomach over the swell of her breasts, to her long fine neck. Jake paused at the bruised skin peeking out from under the round neckline of her T-shirt. He zeroed in on that mark and his dick got hard remembering how and when he had given it to her. His teeth, his mouth. Now she walked around with that little reminder. When his gaze met her eyes she was staring at him and looked more than a little surprised to see him as well. Her long brown hair that had been down the other night was pulled back into a smooth high pony tail. She looked perky and feminine and incredibly sexy standing there. Self consciously she pulled her pony tail over her shoulder to hide his mark as though she could read his very thoughts.

"I'll have a super dry on tap, thanks." Leo said to her. The others ordered their drinks and she wrote them down and turned back to Jake.

"And what would you like?"

He held her gaze until a blush crept over her cheeks and she looked down at her notes. She was being shy with him. Who had she been when she had approached him that first night? The girl standing before him now had none of the brazen confidence that she'd shown when they'd met.

"Whisky on the rocks, please. How long have you worked here?" Jake didn't really care, he just wanted to talk to her, keep her next to him a little longer.

"Was that a personal question? I didn't know you were capable." She didn't back up her sass with her body language though, in fact she looked surprised she had spoken to him that way at all and looked down again, shifting her feet uncomfortably. It had been a fair statement though, since he still didn't know her name.

"I'll have those right out for you," she said quickly and turned on her heel and walked across the bar, giving him an eyeful of that firm round ass he'd been thinking about the last couple of days. He could see the crease where her cheeks met the back of her smooth thighs and he had an urge to bite her there too.

Surprisingly, another waitress ended up bringing them their drinks, a tall redhead with blue eyes. She also took Cedric's food order and brought that out after a few minutes so it appeared Jake's brunette switched tables and was avoiding him. Ok, message received. She wasn't interested in round two. That was a shame since he had thought of a few things he'd like to do to her: he was yet to know what her pussy tasted like, what kind of sounds she'd make as he wound her up with his tongue. His mind wandered and he took a sip of his drink to shake off that train of thought. That night they'd had was not enough for Jake, not by a long shot, but it apparently was enough for her. It seemed she'd truly taken offence to his leaving and had written him off. It was her prerogative, he couldn't control that. So it's done, she wasn't interested. As disappointed as he was, he accepted it quickly.

He sat in silence half listening to his mates and nursing his one drink. He had spotted her in another section of the bar- the booths in the furthest corner from him and closer to the entry. Her high ponytail was bobbing and swinging as she quickly but nimbly weaved through the patrons to reach tables and go back and forth from the counter and bar. He didn't make eye contact though, nor did he stare at her outright. He would leave her alone if that's what she wanted.

Jake downed the last of his drink, with the melted ice it was barely more than water now, and told his friends he was leaving. Callum didn't object just said he was going to stick it out a little longer. Leo and Cedric stayed with him.

As Jake beelined for the door he spotted her standing still writing something down in her notes. Her back was to a booth full of men in suits. They were all clearly drunk. Then one of the guys stood up and grabbed her from behind, holding her back hard against his body as his hands mauled both her breasts, squeezing roughly. Jake saw the shock flash across her face before it was replaced with disgust. Both her hands tried to rip his off of her but she wasn't strong enough. When it was clear that that wasn't going to work she stomped the heel of her shoe down hard on his foot. The guy let go of her immediately and his table of friends erupted in laughter. She whipped around to look at him and said something Jake couldn't make out before she turned to walk away from the guy. Jake had moved in her direction the moment she had been grabbed but was still a few metres away when he heard the dickhead say, "That's right you little bitch, go get me a vodka red bull." The asshole stepped towards her, drew his hand back and smacked her so hard on her ass she lurched forward, lost her balance and went down hard on one knee. Jake's blood had well and truly boiled over at this point and the fucker was finally within reach. Jake grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him violently away from the girl. How dare he fucking touch her. The prick barely had time to register who was in front of him before Jake introduced his face to his fist and knocked him out cold. He crumpled to the floor and a security guard immediately appeared. Jake put his hands up, "I was just on my way out."

"Wait Clyde, he didn't do anything. It was that guy and his table just there. They've been hassling the staff all night. I had to change sections with Lily they were so bad."

The security guard turned from Jake and replied to the brunette still on the floor. "You alright, Bryn?"

"I'm fine." Was all she said.

Clyde nodded and turned away to deal with the asshole who was coming to but hadn't yet gotten up.

Bryn. Her name was Bryn.

Jake turned to look at her on the ground holding her knee and there was another man kneeling next to her. He wore a black T-shirt and black jeans- another worker then.

"I just bumped it. I think it's fine." She was saying to him.

"Just go home and rest it, it's going purple already. You're no good hobbling across the floor. I can call Jess in to cover you. Let me sort it out, you just go home. You don't have to stay here after dealing with that."

Jake guessed he was the floor manager and fully approved of his decision. He stepped towards them, "I can give Bryn a lift."

Her manager looked up at Jake and his face hardened. "And who are you?"

"I'm...a friend. We know each other."

Her manager looked at Bryn for confirmation and she nodded to him and moved to get up. She winced when she put weight on her knee. Jake went to her side and put his arm around her so she could lean on him for support. Her coworker disappeared to get her bag from the back and once he returned with it she said a quick thanks and the two of them left the bar.

Outside Bryn was moving slowly even with his help and after she hissed in pain for the third time Jake got frustrated and just picked her up.

"Whoah Jake, I'm not broken. I can walk!"

"We won't make it to the car before daylight at this rate. Don't worry it's not far."

She pouted the rest of the way and Jake couldn't help but laugh at her. Her expression turned to a scowl after that but then she seemed to realise she was being childish and it melted away and her mouth twisted as she tried to hide her own smirk. Cute.

They reached his car and he put her down, opened the door then closed it behind her. He remembered very clearly where she lived so he didn't even ask.

They drove together in silence for a while but Jake stole glances at her. Her hurt leg was straight so the weight was off her knee. Her face was a little pale and drawn. The brief moment of humour they'd had on the street was fleeting and not enough to overcome what she'd just been through. She was rattled. The whole thing happened so fast, the bar hadn't been that large and yet the fucker had been allowed to touch her twice and call her a bitch before Jake could reach him. Jake's anger had left him when he was focused on Bryn's knee and getting her home but now that they were just sitting in the car it was coming back again. He gripped the steering wheel and his knuckles went white. That prick. That fucking prick. That she had to go through that when she was just trying to do her job was fucked up.