Page 86 of A Dark Fall
“Mmm, Beethoven,” I murmur as he continues to kiss me, tongue and lips ghosting below my ear.
“So, when you can’t sleep, you play Beethoven on your piano, half-naked. You fucking kidding me?” He lets out a small laugh.
I turn and give him a serious face. “I never joke about Beethoven. Although, there was this one joke I heard once that made me laugh ...” The words dry up on my tongue as he leans down and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me deep and a little rough. When he pulls back, his eyes are glittering, awe-filled.
“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” His voice is so completely sincere I twist myself around on the stool fully to look up at him, my gaze drifting down to where his erection stands a little more pronounced now. When I glance back up at his face, I lick my tongue across my lips, hoping he gets the intent. In case he doesn’t, I reach out and grip him over his boxers, drawing my thumb gently over the tip. It’s already a little damp.
“Fuck, Alex ...” He sucks in a gasp.
I shift forward on my stool and tug his boxers until they fall down his thighs. His cock is flushed pink and very hard, and the tip glistens temptingly, my mouth watering instantly. I grip the base as I lean forward to flick my tongue tentatively over the head, loving the way he groans at the briefest of touches. When I tilt my head to lick his length, the sound he makes is almost feral, hands sliding into my hair. I look up at him. His head is dropped back to expose his throat, shoulders tensing with every movement of my tongue. It sends a jolt of heat between my legs. I love seeing the effect I have on him like this. Seeing him lose control like this.
“Can I fuck your mouth, baby?” he groans, his voice scratched and a little raw.
I give him a half-nod, and he spreads his legs a little, settling his hands on either side of my head. He starts slow, sliding against my tongue in a steady grind before his hips begin to speed up. I close my eyes so I can focus, but a moment later, I feel his thumb move to my cheek, below my eye. He strokes the skin there tenderly.
“Look at me,” he says. When I do, he gives me a lazy smile, hips still moving steadily into me. “I want to see your eyes when you suck my cock ... that’s it.”
As I feel him hit the back of my throat, I try to relax it. Try to stop the reflex. When I swallow, he makes a desperately dirty noise and curses loudly.
“Fucking hell, Alex ... that’s it. I love seeing my cock in your mouth.” He pulls out, letting me breathe and rest for a moment before he slides back in.
This time, he’s faster, more impatient, greedier. He’s close. The muscles of his stomach tighten, his thighs too, as he fucks my mouth gracelessly.
“Please don’t stop ...”
I pull him deeper into my mouth, as far back as I can again, reaching up to cup between his legs and massage gently. A few seconds later, and he’s done, coming warm and thick down my throat.
When his body calms, he slides out of my mouth, loosening his grip on my head. He’s heavy-lidded and looks slighty dazed, and it makes my chest ache. Keeping my eyes on him, I lean forward and place a soft kiss on his stomach, below his belly button. Then I sit up and lick him from my lips.
I just gave Jake oral sex at my Steinway. How’s that for “prude”?Fuck you, Ben.
“Fuck!” he exclaims, smiling sexily. “You do that just as well as you play Beethoven.”
I giggle. Then, with a look I hope is seductive, I say, “You should hear me play Bach.”
He chuckles, pulling me up off the stool and into his body. Jake skims his thumb over my lip before leaning in to kiss me softly, licking his tongue into my mouth as though deliberately trying to taste himself. Deviant.
“What the fuck did I do to deserve this with you?” he asks after he pulls back. I try to think of a lighthearted response, but before I get a chance to speak, he kisses me again. “Now, come on. We should be asleep. Tomorrow’s a big day for you.” He takes my hand and pulls me toward the stairs.
“Is it?” I trail after him, puzzled.
“Yeah. You’re introducing your hot sexual deviant to all your friends, remember? It’s fucking massive. Nervous? Scared they’ll hate me?” He looks back and grins, eyes over-wide.
Oh. I forgot about that. Am I nervous? Totally. Scared? Absolutely bloody terrified.
Friday at work is hectic. I manage to completely miss lunch because I have to arrange an emergency admission for Mr. Caithness who arrives for his 11:30 a.m. appointment complaining of bad indigestion that turns out to be myocardial infarction.
The frenzied day I’ve had does have an upside though: I’ve had no time to overthink and worry about dinner. Rob is the only one who matters, and if she doesn’t like Jake, it will crush me. Though, in all honesty, it won’t make a difference to how I feel about him. Now I’m falling, I can’t un-fall.
Rob’s always had strong opinions about things, and that extends to my life—whether it’s Ben, Nick, or what I’m wearing. If she doesn’t like him, it won’t matter, but it will burst a hole right through my sexual adventure bubble. Tonight, Jake and I become a real thing. An “us” outside of my bed or his shower or my attic room.
It’s almost 6:30 p.m. by the time I’m home, so I text Rob to tell her I’m running a bit late, but not too much. She deplores latecomers to her dinner parties, so I always get there early. I’m hoping she’ll be too distracted by Jake to mind much about it.
I’m in and out of the shower in five minutes and decide to keep my hair up to save time. I finish my little black dress off with a dramatic eye and a bold red lip, and I’m done. On my way out of the bedroom, I squirt some perfume and grab my black heels from the shoe cupboard by the stairs. I’ve not done badly timewise, and so while I wait for Jake to arrive, I grab a bottle of red from the rack and nip across to Ed and Betty’s.
Ed appears a few seconds after I ring the bell, smiling in that soft way he has that reminds me of my dad. “Alex, hello. Don’t you look nice?”
“Thanks, Ed. Dinner at a friend’s tonight. I just wanted to say thanks to you and Betty for the other day, feeding Fred. It was a great help.” I hand him the wine, which he takes with a “tsk.”