My phone buzzed yesterday afternoon, and Jake's name lit up ..

My phone buzzed yesterday afternoon, and Jake's name lit up the screen, his text to the point: Wanna come over? I smirked, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I could've said yes right then, but where's the fun in that? Instead, I typed back, Waiting to hear from Shane. If that falls through, I'll let you know. A little white lie. Shane wasn't even in the picture, but I wasn't about to let Jake think he was my first choice. Gotta keep him on his toes.

Ok, let me know, he replied, and I could almost hear the disappointment in his voice. Jake's not the type to beg, but I know he wants me. Bad. Truth is, I've been thinking about Jake a lot lately, missing the feeling of his awesome cock inside me, the way he stretches my pussy out, and the way his cock reaches places that other cocks don't. So, I broke down and went to see Jake.

When I knocked on Jake's door, he opened it wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts slung low on his hips. No shirt, just that lean, tanned chest and the faint trail of hair dipping below his waistband. He grinned, that half-smile that says he knows exactly what I'm here for.

"Thought you were gonna ditch me for Shane," he said, stepping aside to let me in.

I shrugged and said Shane had family obligations to attend.

He didn't waste time. His hand found my waist, pulling me close, and I could feel the heat of his cock through my clothes. "Good," he murmured, lips brushing my ear. "Cause I've been thinking about you all day."

We didn't make it to the bedroom. He backed me against the living room wall, his mouth on mine, making out like there was no tomorrow. I could feel him hardening through his shorts, his cock pressing against my thigh, thick and rock hard. Jake's cock is like no one else, long, veined, with a slight curve that hits every spot just right. It's the kind of dick that makes me forget my name when it's inside me. I reached down, slipping my hand past his waistband, and wrapped my fingers around it. He groaned, as I stroked him, feeling the heavy weight of it, the way it pulsed in my hand.

"Fuck," he breathed, his dick twitching in my hand. "You're gonna kill me."

I grinned, tightening my grip, teasing the head with my thumb until a drop of precum leaked out on my fingers. "Maybe I want to."

He didn't let me play for long. He yanked my shorts down, spinning me around so my hands were leaning against the wall. His fingers rubbed my hard, swollen clit , spreading me open, and then I felt the warm, hard tip of his cock rubbing against my swollen clit and my wet pussy lips, teasing me. He took his time, though, practically making me beg for his cock.

"Tell me you want it," he whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip, stubborn. "You know I do."

"Say it." His hand gripped my hip, holding me still as he pressed just the tip inside, enough to make me want to scream.

"Fuck, Jake, I want it. Now."

That was all he needed. He thrust in, slow at first, letting me feel every thick inch of his cock stretching my pussy open. The way he fills me up, that curve hitting deep, reaching places other cocks never could, making my knees weak. He didn't hold back after that, pounding me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips like he was claiming me. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin and the feel of my pussy juices running down his cock, pushing me closer to the edge.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned. I miss this. "I did, too, but I didn't want him to know.

  When I came, it hit me like nothing else, my whole body shaking and my knees weak, he didn't stop, fucking me through it until he followed, his dick pounding me fast and hard , his cock twitching and pulsing, I could feel every drop of his jizz filling me up.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath . Then he pulled out, slow, and I turned to face him, both of us grinning like we'd just gotten away with something.

"Better than Shane?" he asked, that smirk back .

I laughed and said, "The sex is always amazing with you, but don't flatter yourself, you're still number two."

I didn't want him to know how amazing it felt and just how much I missed his cock and, yes, him too. What's the fun in that? I have him right where I want him. And it's an incredible feeling!