"Ten bucks says Jenna doesn't remember we made plans." Jake said, taking another drink of his beer. I laughed. We'd been hanging out for almost two hours, waiting for my dumb blond of a roommate to show up. This is the third time I've had to entertain him while we wait for her. Jake is more her friend, though we all hang out on occasion. I suspect he has a thing for Jenna, and only tolerates my presence in pursuit of her. Hence the fact that he's downed a large portion of the case of beer in our fridge. I checked my phone. Still no response.
Oh, hell, I thought, feeling the effects of the wine I'd had to drink, If you can't beat 'em... I poured the rest of the bottle in my glass. Turning to the TV, I switched it off and put on some music. A Jim Croce album was in the player, and I turned it up a little. I swayed a bit to the music, and when I turned around I saw Jake's eyes on me. They moved from my hips, slowly up my body. I felt a little jolt, being looked at like that. Sexy. Wanted, somehow. I paused as his eyes locked on mine, not sure if I was imagining the look.
"Hi." I said, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
"Hi." he replied, leaving the couch and coming toward me in one swift, oddly predatory movement. He stopped a few inches from me, and I could smell his cologne, the sweet taste of beer on his breath, and something else. Something I couldn't place, but liked very much. Without warning, he swept me into a dance, and we both laughed as we moved tipsily around the living room to 'You Don't Mess Around With Jim.' I love that song, and our antics became more wild and silly as the song went on. The chorus became a funnier and funnier extravaganza, and by the end of the song, we had collapsed on the couch in laughter.
I took a large drink of my wine, wiping my forehead, and looked over at Jake, whose head was leaned back against the back of the couch, eyes once more on me. I felt it again, that jolt. But this time, it started lower, and grew as I watched Jake's hand reach toward me and brush my hair off of my neck. I flushed, enjoying the way his fingers felt on my skin.
His hand lingered, and his other hand reached over to take my wine glass and set it on the end table. I knew exactly what was happening, but not sure how it had started, or why. I wasn't complaining though, as Jake put the glass down, and turned his attention back to me. His fingers grazed my skin, then slipped behind my neck to propel me closer to him. Suddenly, his lips were on mine, his body closer than ever. His hands and lips wandered, leaving trails of kisses on my neck, and inciting shivers wherever his fingers touched.
The pleasure and anticipation I was feeling built by the second, and without asking I pushed him back to a sitting position and swung my leg over him so that I straddled his lap. I caught his look of surprise at my move, and enjoyed the moment.
"You think you get to call all the shots?" I asked, slipping my hands under his shirt to feel his warm skin. His hands found my hips, a smile on his lips.
"No, ma'am." He mocked, pulling my hips closer. I sank lower onto his lap and moved to kiss his neck, nibble on his ears. I caught his barely perceptible moan when I very quietly whispered in his ear,
"That's better." Hmm. Apparently he enjoys that, I mused, enjoying the way his hands moved up my back. I kissed his again, more urgently, and we explored each other more intimately. When I instinctively bit his lip a few minutes later, I felt him instantly harden beneath me and made another mental note as I moved my hips to meet him.
His hands roamed beneath my shirt, never quite making their way to my breasts. I tried to move subtly, to guide his hands where I wanted them, but he teased me, flitting away at the last moment. I let out a frustrated groan and pulled the hem of his shirt up and over his head. He laughed, enjoying my frustration, and his hands moved back to cup my ass and alternately stroke up and down my thighs.
"God, you're sexy." he mumbled, looking up at me. I smiled and kissed him, then bit his lip again. This time, he cupped my hips in his hands and held me in place as he ground his cock against me. Yes, please, I thought, feeling the pressure of him against me.
