Souls on fire.
18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI
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A/N: I really cannot seem to let go of this Jake. He lives rent free in my mind and consumes me every day. But since three is the perfect number, this one is probably the final part of this little series. I really hope you enjoy it.
Part one: Golden Hour.
Part two: Little Devil.
Word count: 7.2K
Pairing: Jake x female!reader
Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral (m!&f!receiving), anal play (m!&f!receiving), pegging, dom/sub dynamic, restraints, sub!jake.
Beware, this is absolutely filthy.
Summary: Jake and you linger on some reflections.
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Las Vegas.
You were following the boys there for one of their concerts opening for Metallica, and you weren't used to the city.
The myriad of colorful stroboscopic lights in stark contrast with the pitch-black sky were starting to make you feel dizzy.
To make matters worse, the weather was saturated with unseasonably early heat that was making your head pound.
In the weeks prior to the show, the twins had had a bet going on about which one of them could find the worst looking hotel with the most ridiculous rooms ever in this city.
It was a thing between them, so Sam, Danny and you were absolutely oblivious of the location and of which one of the twins had won the bet.
The only rule you had set was that, whatever hotel they picked, it had to be absolutely the cleanest. You didn't want to share your bed with horrible bed bugs.
The taxi stopped outside a big white building that looked brand new, but, if you focused a bit better, you could see that the paint was stained and chipping and the shutters were slightly rusty.
"If this is the exterior, I dread the inside" you whispered, making Danny snort out a laugh.
You knew that you would never let them pick hotels again.
The twins led the way inside and you followed, noticing details that were proving your point and praying that the place would be clean, at least.
~
You followed the guys up to the 10th floor and everybody made their way into their respective rooms.
As you and Jake entered the one that was assigned to you, you both laughed at the choice of furniture and design.
The room was big and dark.
There was an enormous bed on the right and, in front of it, there was an inground jacuzzi with bubbling water and color-changing lights inside.
There was also a big painting on the entrance wall, just above the door, that was absolutely pornographic.
The walls and ceiling were covered in scrappy antique pink satin that looked dusty and dull.
The cherry on top was the enormous blinding-white neon sign that was hanging above the headboard of the bed. It wasn't on the wall but was dangling a few centimeters from it, making you wonder why.
It read "Kitten got wet" and it made you blush.
It was obvious it was Josh who had picked this one.
Jake approached you from behind as you were eyeing the sign and placed his hands on your hips, nudging you lightly with his, with a light chuckle.
"Is this room of your liking, Sir?" He whispered and you bit your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of having struck a nerve.
Again.
You couldn't stand it anymore.
Since that night when you had forced him to call you that under those circumstances, he kept teasing you with it every chance he got.
And you were starting to be fed up with it.
He had called you that at the supermarket, at home with his brothers and parents within earshot and even when you had met some of your coworkers out at a pub. He didn't seem to care if someone overheard him.
He loved seeing you getting all flustered because of the memories that simple word elicited in your brain.
Many times you had to restrain yourself from pinning him against the nearest wall and slap his pretty face.
But, of course, two could play a game, and you always got your revenge.
As easily as he used that simple word against you every chance he got, you found something that got him equally hot and bothered.
Whenever you could, you touched, grasped, pinched and even swatted his perfect ass, making him get all flustered and needy.
Every time he mocked you calling you Sir, you would sneak a little touch on his ass, making your hands linger just to piss him off further.
You also happened to find the most inappropriate moments to grace that part of his body with a gentle touch.
You did it while he was trying to be professional on a business call with their manager, when he was helping his mum in the kitchen and you knew she wasn't watching, even when he and his brother were bickering like children about a song.
That particular time he had completely lost his train of thoughts as you slowly passed by them and grasped his ass cheek.
You were almost certain that Josh had caught you that time, you saw a little smirk that faded away almost immediately signaling to you that he might have seen.
So, since that night you two teased each other constantly.
Now, you suppressed the little whimper that was trying to escape your lips and detached from him without a word.
He went back to the door to retrieve your suitcases and that's when you swatted his ass. Hard.
You started giggling and let out a screech as he turned around and started chasing you, pinning you to the bed by your wrists almost immediately, his body on top of yours.
"I swear to God, if you do that again, I am not responsible for my actions or of what my brothers are going to hear from this room." He threatened and you giggled again, making him glare at you.
"Don't make me tie you to the bed and leave you like that till after the concert tonight, love" He said in a hot whisper, nudging your cheek with his perfect nose.
You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he grasped your throat.
He didn't have to say anything else to make you calm down.
You loved teasing him but you adored obeying him, nonetheless.
"Good girl" he said and looked upwards, his brown eyes and tanned skin glowing with the white light provided by that dingy neon.
"I love this sign, do you think it is for sale?" He asked very seriously.
"Oh my God, Jake, don't even think about it" you deadpanned and he laughed, raising his hands.
"Kidding, kidding, I wouldn't want you to punish me for that" he whispered in a sultry tone.
You rolled your eyes at him and he winked.
~
That night after the concert, you found yourself with them in one of the many green rooms of the venue.
Their set had just ended and they were still high on adrenaline.
As they entered the room, Jake was leading the way, all disheveled and sweaty.
What a sight.
As he spotted you, he smirked, walked towards you and pinned you to the wall with his hips, kissing you breathless.
All you could taste was the deliciously salty sweat on his plump lips, his taste completely clouding your senses.
You would have greedily licked every inch of his body right there.
You grasped his hips with your hands and one hid under his jacket to trace the damp skin of his spine.
He hissed at the contact with your cool hands on his flushed skin.
You heard someone clear their throat and the spell broke, leaving you a blushing mess.
You had completely forgotten that Sam, Danny and Josh were there, too.
Jake kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel and a water bottle, drinking half of it in one go. A few droplets escaped the corner of his mouth and slowly dribbled past his chin, down his neck and to his chest.
You could have moaned right there.
He met your gaze from across the room with a strange glimmer in his eyes but you didn't see it coming.
"What got you so hot and bothered, Sir?" He said out loud for everyone to hear. Brothers and a few members of the crew included. Everyone's head turned to look at you as you started blushing like a tomato.
You froze.
Your brain switched off.
You couldn't believe he said that.
You refused to.
Sammy, being the little shit he was, was the first one who tried to make fun of you.
"Oh my God, really? I would have never imagined that out of the two you would be the one with a Sir kink" He snickered with a playful look in his eyes that signaled to you he wanted you to reply to his remark so he could deliver the final blow.
You didn't answer him, much to his displeasure.
Your silence served only to spur Josh to try and roast you, for what he had just heard.
"Let her be Sammy boy, wouldn't we want our sweet lady to spank us all, would we now, Sir?" He said towards you, winking, his pink tongue licking his lips in slow motion.
Danny came to your rescue.
Or so you thought.
"Shut up boys, or she has every right to punish you, am I right, Sir?" He said, and everybody's laughter roared up.
That sound was what shook your brain back to life and you faked a laugh with them.
You made eye contact with Jake and a smirk slowly appeared on your lips.
He would regret it, soon.
~
In the van, heading back to the hotel you completely ignored Jake. You sat opposite to him, not by his side like always.
When the van stopped at a red light, you were minding your own business when Sam let out a screech and a maniacal laugh.
He was looking out of the window, pointing to a shop on the other side of the road.
It was a sex shop taking up two stories of a brightly lit building.
In the windows were exposed all kinds of sex toys, in every shape, form and color.
"Look at that thing" Josh shouted.
He was pointing at a woman mannequin clad head to toe in leather, with a strap-on secured on her hips. It was very similar to the one you had hidden in your suitcase, but this one was way bigger, hot pink and had little flashing led lights incorporated inside, that covered the entire length of the silicone.
You heard Jake inhale sharply, but the sound was lost to the others who were making lewd comments on what they were seeing.
You made eye contact with him and you smirked, seeing the absolute panic in his eyes.
You wanted to make him pay for what he had said in the green room. But you would never expose him in such a way.
You only needed him to believe that you would have.
You cleared your throat and disclosed your lips to make him think you wanted to say something. His eyes widened and his breathing picked up slightly.
You smirked at his pleading expression, breaking eye contact and ignoring him for the rest of the ride.
~
As you got back to the room, he was on you the moment the door closed.
And he didn't seem to get enough of you.
He had you there, against that very door, under that enormous pornographic painting.
Then he had you straddling him on the bed, riding his hard cock while he spanked your ass and gripped your hips like your life and his depended on it, until you both came hard, making a mess on the sheets.
To cool down, you both relaxed for a while in the jacuzzi, the bubbles helping to restore your energy. Your muscles were feeling relieved in less than ten minutes there.
You grabbed one of his hands and started massaging it, feeling him relax under your simple touch. You did the same with the other and, once you were finished, he turned you around and had you lean against his chest. You were about to fall asleep in his arms in the warm water when he angled your body towards the tub jet on the plastic seat, making it land right against your center. You tried to avoid it but he was having none of it and was keeping you in place with a firm grip on your hips.
"What got into you tonight?" You whispered and he laughed.
"I don't fucking know, I just know I need you, again" He whispered into your ear.
You moaned his name and freed yourself from his grip. You knew how you wanted him this time.
You crossed the jacuzzi and turned your head to look at him, keeping your back towards him. With your chin on your shoulder you winked at him and he was pressed against your back in less than a second.
You bent forward, your hips propped on the edge of the tub and your elbows on the floor, your back arched and your ass exposed.
You heard him gasp and his hands landed on your butt. You felt his warm breath there before his tongue lapped sinfully between your legs. Then he parted your ass cheeks and licked at your hole, making you moan his name and arch your back even more.
"You look so delectable like this baby. Your body shines in this light. I wish I could take a picture of you like this, bent over and spread open for me with that damn neon sign above you." He whispered on the skin of your back while he rubbed his hard cock between your folds.
"Holy shit" he groaned as he watched himself slowly slide inside of you. The way your lips parted to welcome his length was a sight he could never forget.
You whimpered as he entered to the hilt and a little sob escaped your lips as he pushed further a bit more before setting a sultry rhythm.
"Fuck kitten, you are so wet" he whispered into your ear from behind and you both snickered at his reference to the lewd neon sign. His laughing was interrupted by you clenching around him.
He groaned and sped up his rhythm, shoving your hips harshly against the rim of the tub with every thrust. You knew those marks would sting deliciously in the morning.
You couldn't keep quiet, with every thrust a little whimper left your lips, bringing him close quickly.
"Kitten?" He questioned through clenched teeth.
"Almost there" you exhaled.
His hands left your hips, one thumb started stroking your clit rapidly while the other traced between your ass cheeks and skimmed around your hole, applying a delicious pressure.
"Jake" you whined and, as he bit your shoulder, you came hard around him, bringing him down with you.
His moans turned whiny as he rode out his orgasm and slumped, spent, against your back, still inside of you.
You both were a panting mess.
You noticed then that the floor was absolutely covered in soapy water and you started laughing till you both had tears streaming down your faces.
"I am gonna thank Josh for picking this dingy hotel" Jake said, still laughing.
You kissed him and helped him out of the tub, trying to avoid slipping on the wet floor.
Sleep creeped almost immediately on your spent bodies the moment you curled together under the sheets.
~
You woke up suddenly in the middle of the night covered in sweat. The temperature in the room was scorching hot and his body pressed close against yours was suffocating you.
You were angry, really angry.
You had just had a dream about him revealing your secret kink to the boys and when you woke up you remember it wasn't a dream.
He really did it.
He had exposed you in front of his bandmates and crew, letting them laugh at your expenses.
You were seething with anger now.
You knew he thought you had already forgiven him and forgot it because you had let him fuck you on every surface of the room.
But it was all part of the plan.
You were planning on punishing him because he exposed you in front of his mates, but even more because he had really thought you would do the same to him when the guys started commenting on the items exposed in that sex shop, back in the van.
He really thought, even if just for a fleeting moment, that you would have told his closest friends and family all the little dirty things he liked in bed, betraying his trust like it meant nothing.
You wanted to punish him for thinking that breaking his trust was your way to win an argument the easiest way.
You could have, but you would never do that to him.
Anger was making your blood boil, so you almost didn't hear him shift in his sleep.
He was sleeping on his tummy now, the sheets had slipped from his sweaty body, leaving him completely naked.
His breathing was slow and even, but, after a while, it picked up slightly.
Anger had erased the last bit of sleep you possessed so you started admiring every inch of his body. That was one of your favourite activities to do, especially when he couldn't tease you about it.
A little breathy whimper escaped his plump pouty lips. You thought you had imagined it but, some seconds later, you heard that again.
His hands slowly grasped the sheets near his face and his back muscles rippled under your attentive gaze.
You thought he was having a nightmare but, after some time, you noticed a slight movement of his hips paired with a low groan.
He started to slowly rut his hips on the mattress, his breathing becoming erratic and heavy.
You were watching him closely and wishing you could read his mind to see what the dream was about.
After a while, you saw one of his hands moving downwards, slowly slithering on the satin white sheets.
It stopped on his thigh and then, you had to suppress a moan when it inched upwards and gripped his ass cheek, making the muscle indent between his fingers.
He moaned loudly this time, rutting rhythmically against the bed, and you blushed.
Now you knew exactly what he was dreaming about.
You wanted to wake him up without startling him, but, as you skimmed your hand on his strong sweaty back, he stopped moving and turned around, on his back, but he didn't wake up.
He was hard. It rested proud and strong on his soft tummy, twitching lightly.
You moved closer to him, leaning your head on his hip and admiring him like it was the best view you had ever seen.
And he really was.
You were almost forgetting that you were mad at him.
Almost.
You started kissing and nibbling at his hip bone, slowly inching closer to his erection.
You heard him whine deep in his chest when you graced his already leaking tip with your parted lips, tongue poking out to say hello.
"Please" he mumbled, eyes still closed.
You took him into your mouth slowly and started sucking him delicately, swirling your tongue across his length.
"Fuck" he groaned as you took him deeper into your mouth.
He opened his eyes then, and slowly threaded his fingers into your hair.
"Baby, oh my God, just like this" he moaned, eyes slowly focusing on you between his legs.
You kept your mouth on him until he was a writhing whimpering mess and then, just when he was about to cum, you detached from him.
"What… what the fuck, baby" he whimpered disappointed and you laughed.
"Not so fast, Jakey" you said in a mocking tone making him furrow his brows, confused.
"I have so much more in store for you" you said ignoring completely his throbbing cock.
He was about to grip his length and finish what you had started but you swatted his hand away.
"Don't you dare" you told him in a clipped tone and he had the courage to roll his eyes at you.
You were on him in a second.
You straddled his lap and grasped his wrists with a bit of effort in one of your hand while your other grasped his hair.
"Don't make me repeat myself and stop misbehaving or, I swear to God…" you started saying through clenched teeth but he interrupted you.
"Or what, kitten, what are you going to do? Are you gonna make me call you Sir outside the bedroom, too?" He snickered.
Poor thing.
He didn't know what he was getting himself into.
You noticed again that glimmer in his eyes, the one he wore when he was enjoying pushing your buttons. It was part of the game and you both loved it.
You lowered to whisper in his ear and you felt him shiver when your warm breath grazed his skin.
"I am fucking mad at you for the trick you pulled in that green room. I am going to teach you some manners and I am going to reduce you to a whimpering mess, Jakey. You will love every second of it, I promise" you whispered, licking his lobe.
Your hand slithered under your pillow and you retrieved a little remote control.
When the boys had gone to soundcheck for their performance, you had decided to stay at the hotel to take a nap, in hopes that your headache would pass.
You were sprawled on the bed when you nudged something with your foot that fell on the floor with a low thud.
A second later the antique pink satin fabric of the walls started moving upwards, revealing walls made entirely of mirrors.
You had gasped and retrieved a little remote from the floor.
There were three buttons on it with three words on them.
The first one had the word 'Walls' underneath.
The second was called 'Ceiling'. You pressed it and the fabric on the ceiling started receding, leaving you looking directly up at your own reflection.
The last one had 'Lights' written underneath and with it you understood you could change the colors of the lights in the room.
You didn't know if Jake knew that little secret, but you knew you would use that in your favor.
Now, you pressed the button called 'Ceiling' and he gasped.
"Oh shit, this is crazy" he laughed, looking amazed at the mirrored ceiling slowly revealing itself.
"You are in so much trouble Jakey" you whispered and he met your gaze but didn't say a word.
You retrieved something else from under your pillow and showed it to him.
He whimpered at the sight of the burgundy slip of velvet you had purchased with him in mind.
With the idea of tying his wrist in mind, to be honest.
"Are you ok with this?" You asked him and he nodded, eagerly.
"Use your words, Jakey, or you won't get anything" you warned him.
"Yes, I am ok with this" he said but it wasn't enough.
"Yes, what, baby? Don't forget your manners" you said rutting your hips one single time against his erection, making him hiss.
"Yes, Sir" he said through clenched teeth as you kept your heat planted on his throbbing cock, without moving, dripping slowly around him.
"Scoot closer to the headboard, Jakey" you asked and he obeyed immediately.
You grasped his wrists and tied them together on the headboard so that he was propped halfway across it.
Then you sat back on the bed, with your legs parted on either side of his, exposing your wet dripping core to him.
"Now you are gonna watch me get myself off how many times I like. Then, if you behave yourself, and if I feel like it, I am gonna fuck you" you said in a defiant tone
He moaned at your words.
You lent back on your elbows and started touching yourself, slowly and deliberately, taking your sweet time.
You pushed your head backwards, moaning and making a show of it as you plunged two fingers inside of you.
Then you crawled on top of him and grasped the strap from underneath the pillow.
You dragged it across his lips that parted almost immediately to welcome the plastic. He sucked on it and whined when you dragged it away from him.
You resumed the same position as before and slowly dragged the sleak silicone across your flushed skin.
His eyes widened as you slowly inched the strap close to your entrance and he moaned out a loud curse as you pressed it inside your wet pussy. It went in so easily thanks to your wetness and his saliva, that you gasped at the sudden action.
You watched yourself in the mirrored ceiling as you fucked yourself, then you locked gazes with him through the mirror and you came hard.
He trashed around on the bed slightly at the sight, whines of frustration escaping his lips and hips slightly rutting upwards in search of friction but he didn't say anything to worsen his punishment.
You let yourself calm down from the high and then you pulled the strap out of you, placing it on the bed near you.
"So beautiful" he whispered and you couldn't help but blush.
You straddled his thigh, the hot taut muscle rippled under you.
He moaned at the contact, sounding desperate.
Those sounds spurred you on and you started rutting your hips against his strong muscle, enjoying the sweet friction, despite your overstimulation.
His cock was throbbing now, the tip leaking and swollen. You took pity and slowly lowered yourself to lap at him, gently.
He exhaled then, a relieved sound leaving his heaving chest.
"Thank you, Sir" he whispered and you sped up your movements on his thigh.
He clenched the muscle to help you reach your orgasm and, a few seconds later, you were cumming, again.
As you came down, you traced your hands on his heaving chest, caressing his nipples and making him arch his back.
"You have been so good for me, Jakey. It's time for a reward." You said as you started to secure the strap to your hips.
He moaned at the sight, wrists tugging lightly at the fabric keeping them bound.
You crawled slowly up his body.
The silicone was covered in your wetness and bobbing obscenely up and down, catching the light and his attention.
He licked his lips slowly, keeping eye contact with you.
The muscles of his abdomen contracted deliciously as he propped himself a bit more upwards against the headboard.
Your hips were close to his face now. You had something very specific in mind.
He was thinking the same and started to beg for it, like a good boy.
"Please, fuck my face" he whimpered, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving, trying to stop himself from cumming untouched.
You traced your hands delicately over his face, pushing damp tendrils of hair away from his flushed skin.
Your thumb skimmed on his plush bottom lip, freeing it from the strong grip of his teeth.
In a swift motion, he captured your thumb between his lips and sucked on it, his eyes boring into yours as he swirled his tongue around it.
"Make a mess of me, make me drool around your cock, Sir, please" he asked and you couldn't deny him anymore.
Your knees rested on either side of his neck and his head was propped up against the headboard.
You nudged his cheek with the wet tip of the strap and he moaned, swiftly opening his mouth to encompass the silicone.
You moaned at the sight of him and he growled at your taste, your juices still covering the strap.
You started moving your hips, so that the silicone would glide between his perfect lips, without choking him.
"Are you ok?" You asked, genuinely concerned.
His burning gaze was full of love, passion and need as he nodded with his mouth full.
He started drooling around the plastic cock, the spit covering his lips was making them catch the white light of the neon sign as it slowly dripped past the corner of his lips and on his chin.
You noticed how the skin of his wrists was reddening and with a swift motion you untied him.
He whimpered low in his chest as the blood started to flow freely in his veins, again.
Suddenly, he grasped your hips, bringing them impossibly closer to his face. He gagged around the strat but his grip didn't allow you to move so you stayed where he was keeping you and you started praising him.
"You are taking it so well, Jakey, you are such a good boy for me" you said, stroking his hollowed cheeks.
One of his hands left your hip and went between your legs. He started stroking your clit rapidly as he kept drooling on the silicone.
Your moans filled the room as you gripped the headboard for leverage. Two of his fingers entered you and curled upwards making you almost slam your head against the wall.
The other hand that he had on your hip set a steady rhythm for your hips so that the strap would glide in and out of his perfect mouth.
You came hard, your juices were dripping slowly down his wrist. That feeling made him groan loud around the strap and you felt hot spurts of his release coating the flushed skin of your back and your hair.
You gasped at the feeling, pushing your hips away from his face to allow him to breathe properly.
"I am sorry, I am sorry, Sir" he started apologizing but you silenced him with a searing kiss, wiping his chin with your fingers.
"It's ok, shh, don't worry, Jakey" you tried to reassure him, his chest heaving.
He cursed loudly, tracing your spine and hair with his fingers and then laughed.
"Oh my God, I've soaked your hair baby" he said with a little blush creeping on his cheeks.
"It's ok, I am not mad at you, not for this, at least" you whispered on his lips, as he grabbed a towel he had discarded on the bedside table to wipe your back and himself.
He started rolling his eyes, but caught himself.
You sat by his side on the bed and you both tried to catch your breath.
After a while, your attention was caught by the little remote control of the room and you pressed the button named 'Walls'.
"You really have to thank your brother for this, Jakey" you told him as the fabric started moving from the walls, revealing more mirrors.
"Holy shit, this is crazy" He gasped and cursed under his breath, as the walls transformed.
You pressed the last button named 'Lights' and the neon sign turned a bright shade of red. Thanks to the many mirrors the red light bounced repeatedly across the room, giving it an almost hellish glow and wrapping your bodies in a fiery blaze.
"Fuck" he whimpered and you smirked.
You knew that he was genuinely loving all this.
You bent down to kiss him.
It started innocent at first but then he grasped your hips and dragged you unceremoniously on top of him, making the strap you still had on, press onto his crotch, making him growl.
He was slowly hardening again as you nudged him with the silicone, making him whine and moan.
"I am still mad at you, my sweet Jakey, so don't let your guard down, pretty boy" you whispered into his ear.
"I am really sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to upset you" he said looking up at you with big doe eyes.
"But you did it, and now you are going to face the consequences" you whispered, sucking a mark on his shoulder.
You detached from him completely.
"Turn around, kitten, on your knees, and face your pretty neon sign" you whispered in a sultry tone, licking at his lobe and swatting his ass as he turned.
He did as he was told and you made eye contact through the mirror. He looked absolutely indecent, with his chest heaving, his cock hard and leaking and his lips swollen and glossy.
"Hands on the pillow, if you move them I am going to stop." You warned him with a kiss on his shoulder.
"Yes, Sir" he replied swiftly.
You pushed his hair away from his back and started planting featherlight kisses down his spine.
"For the record, I am not punishing you because you let your brothers and crew members laugh at me, back in that green room. Well, that's not the main reason. I want to punish you because, in the van, you thought I would let everybody know what you like in the bedroom." You hissed in his ear, biting his lobe and his eyes rolled back.
You wrapped a hand around his throat from behind, feeling him swallow thickly.
"I could have, you know" your nose traced the line of his shoulder.
"I could have told them that you are my little dirty cock-drunk slut in the bedroom sometimes, letting me do unspeakable things to you, pretty boy" your tone lowered to a whisper and made a shiver run down his spine.
"I could have told them that my sweet little good boy likes to have his perfect ass ate and then properly fucked, right, kitten?" You kept talking and he whimpered at the filthy thoughts you were able to conjure in his mind with your words.
You didn't know what was possessing you, you certainly weren't used to talking like that. Usually it was him who did the dirty talking in the bedroom, you were too shy for it. But after seeing his reaction to your filthy words, you wished you had started earlier.
"But, I didn't, because this is our filthy secret and nobody needs to know, except you and me" you kissed his shoulder, suckling the skin lightly.
Then you pressed yourself against his back, rubbing your hard nipples on the flushed skin of his back and dragging the strap between his legs from behind.
He whined but he kept his hands planted on the pillow.
You sat back on the bed removing your body completely from him.
His breathing was already ragged and quick, the look in his eyes desperate.
"I am going to use my fingers now. Are you ok with this?" You asked and he nodded eagerly.
"Yes please, Sir" he said and you smiled to him.
"So polite, Jakey" you cooed and he blushed.
You wrapped your hand briefly around his throbbing cock and stroked him a few times.
He moaned your name, squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation.
"You are not allowed to cum until I say so" you told him and he nodded.
You traced your hands from his shoulders down to his ass, squeezing the muscles between your fingers. He moaned and rutted his hips forward in search of a bit of relief.
You let go of him and retrieved the lube from under your pillow.
You squeezed a good amount of it on your middle and ring finger and you slowly traced his spine with them, making him hiss at the coolness of them.
As you reached between his legs, you swirled them around his hole and he gasped at the sudden contact, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.
You slowly eased a finger inside and he closed his eyes, drawing deep breaths, trying not to cum.
It was your turn to moan as his hot skin slowly encompassed your finger.
You moved it in and out of him and he bit his bottom lip trying not to scream. His muscles clenched around your finger.
You pushed another finger in and, this time, he growled loudly.
"Fuck, please, just like this" he moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on you.
"Fuck yourself on my fingers Jakey, but you can't cum just yet, you have to earn it" you whispered against his ear, feeling him tremble.
He lifted his hips slowly and pushed down on your fingers. A deep whine escaped his lips as he repeated the motion again and again, your fingers pressing inside of him to the knuckle.
He let his head hang down but you quickly grasped his hair and tugged his face upwards.
"I want you to watch yourself, baby" you groaned into his ear and he cursed, keeping a steady rhythm with his hips.
His moans were becoming louder and louder, he was slowly unraveling, as he kept his eyes glued to your fingers, pushing in and out of his tight hole.
One of his hands slipped from pillow and you pulled your fingers out of him, suddenly.
"I warned you" you said in a clipped tone and he moaned desperately at the loss.
"Turn around, Jakey, lay on your back for me" you asked. He slowly maneuvered himself into the position you wanted him in and released a shaky breath.
"Still ok with this?" You asked and he gave you a gleaming smile.
"Yes, I can't wait for you to fuck me" he whispered and you whimpered at his words.
You slowly parted his legs a bit more with your hands on his knees, to comfortably sit between them, and you retrieved the lube.
You drenched the strap with it and, for good measure, you let a few drops land on your fingers, again.
You spread it around his hole and you felt him flutter underneath your fingertips.
You bent down to kiss him, slowly stealing his breath away as the tip of the strap nudged at his entrance.
Your lips drowned the relieved moan he let out when you slowly bottomed out inside of him and his eyes rolled backwards.
You kept your hips still for a while, letting him adjust and then pulled almost all the way out and back all the way in. He moaned through clenched teeth, eyes squeezing shut.
You caressed his cheekbones with trembling fingertips and he slowly opened his eyes, to meet yours.
You stole a kiss from him and then angled his face a bit more upwards with gentle fingers on his chin.
"I want you to watch me fuck your ass in that mirror, Jakey" you whispered into his ear as he looked enraptured at the reflection of your tangles bodies on the ceiling, biting his lips raw.
The moan that left the depth of his chest was almost animalistic as he watched with bated breath you snapping your hips against his, his lips parting to exhale little breathy whines, matching your thrusts.
At the same time, you got lost in the reflection behind the headboard and you blushed heavily, unable to avert your eyes.
He clawed at your hip then, with a pained look on his face. His features were contorted with the utmost pleasure and his brows were furrowed. His expression was the same he sometimes wore on stage when he kept grinding his hips against his beloved guitar, during his toe-curling solos.
You knew then that you would never be able to look at him the same way as before, without picturing him letting you do this to him.
His legs wrapped around your hips as your rhythm quickened. His ankles intertwined behind your back to keep you in place as he started to slowly unravel underneath you, pushing back against you with every deep thrust of your hips.
"Fuck…please…" He whispered.
"Hold it" you snarled and he squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lips so hard you were afraid he was going to draw blood from them.
You kept your rhythm, as he tensed. A little tear escaped the corner of his eye and you bent down to gently kiss it away from his temple.
"Cum for me, Jakey, my love" you said and he came almost immediately, with a wailing scream of your name, his blunt nails clawing at your skin and his back arching abruptly from the bed.
His release made a mess between your bodies. It landed everywhere on him, you and the sheets.
You caught a few drops that landed on the mirrored wall behind the headboard in front of you and you watched mesmerized as they slowly started to trickle down.
You collapsed on top of him, you both panting heavily.
After a while, you slowly slipped the strap out of him. He held his breath and exhaled slowly at the empty feeling.
You tried to stand to drain and refill the jacuzzi but he stopped you before you could move.
"I can't fucking move right now, baby. We will clean up in the morning." He whispered against your neck, sounding utterly exhausted. You managed to turn off the red lights before you both fell asleep.
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You woke up some time later, with your head on his chest, his warm breath on your neck and a pain in your hip bone.
You slowly turned on your back, grimacing at the feeling of your skin still sticking to his by a mix of your and his dried cum and unclasped the leather harness of the strap from your hips. Your skin was raw and tender there.
You stood up on wary legs and turned on the jacuzzi, then you retrieved clean towels from the bathroom and made your way back to the bed.
He was still sleeping, his breathing was slow and steady. He was beautiful with his messy hair all over the pillow and his hand on his tummy. You grabbed the sheets and covered both of you as you waited for the jacuzzi to fill up with warm bubby water.
You basked a bit more in the warmth of his body and then, when you heard a low knock on the door, you stood up slowly, careful not to wake him. You wrapped your body in a soft nightgown and opened the door to retrieve the cart the waiter had left there with the breakfast you ordered the night before.
You slowly maneuvered it inside and placed the many trays on the floor, all around the tub, hearing your stomach growl at the sight of all that delicious food.
He stirred then, stretching out his sore limbs and slowly opening his eyes.
"Hi, love" he said, his raspy voice awakening a different type of hunger in your body.
"Hi, Jakey" you purred as you slowly dropped the nightgown from your shoulders, leaving you naked in front of him.
You took his hand and you helped him up on his feet.
A grimace overtook his features at the soreness of his body and you slowly guided him into the warm water.
He hummed at the feeling of the water jets massaging his aching muscles.
Then he noticed all the trays you had carefully placed around and both your stomachs growled.
You started eating a piece of chocolate cake and he dropped a few almonds in his mouth.
A smirk slowly made its way onto his perfect pink lips as he chewed, but he didn't say a word.
"What?" You questioned and he let out a belly laugh.
"I'll piss you off more often, if you are going to punish me like that, doll, and then treat me like this, afterwards. Are you going soft on me, baby?" He whispered in that same sultry tone that he knew had you dripping for him.
You swatted at his chest as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, suggestively.
You rolled your eyes at him and then, suddenly, you dragged your forefinger into the filling of your cake and then slowly spread the chocolate on his plump bottom lip.
"Don't get too used to it Jakey, I would still fuck you like a whore." You whispered and slowly dragged your tongue across his bottom lip, then kissed him, stealing his breath away.
You smirked as his cheeks flushed the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen on him.
Two could really play a game.
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