The lightning bolt of sexual tension struck quick. It wasn’t even a particularly sexy scene in the movie, but it had gotten Jake going. Then again, it could have been me.
Whatever the reason, our proximity or what was on the screen, he was getting very excited indeed, to the point of subtly putting his hands on his bulge in an attempt to quell the raging passion.
“Would you like to help me out here?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said immediately.
The answer was out of my mouth before I could think about it, let alone take it back. He moved his hand and I replaced it with my own. Both of them, in fact.
I carefully eased them down his fly so that I could get his cock out. I unfurled his full length from his pants. Moving closer so he could reach me, I stroked his cock with both hands, as he caressed his way up under my dress, cupping my pussy.
“Hell yeah,” he said. “Finally, I get to touch your wet little pussy.”
Unable to hold back, I dropped my head onto his cock. Getting over the initial shock of getting my mouth so filled, I started to suck, focusing on the head at first, even that being almost more than I could handle.
Jake worked my pussy in gentle circles, just how I liked it, filling me with warm, lovely feelings, stroking my hair with his free hand. We came together, Jake filling my mouth as I quivered against him, two fingers still inside me.
It was as if this came naturally to us. Perhaps all my years spent hating him had turned into some kind of passion of the other variety—love, lust, desire. Jake leaned back to make room as I put my leg over his to straddle him.
With his hands on my hips, gently guiding me, I eased down onto his cock, feeling every inch as the head pushed up inside me. My head craned back as I moaned long, loud and free.
“There you go,” he said. “That feels fucking amazing. I love how you work my cock like that. Keep going.”
With his encouragement, I started to move, working myself up to it until I got to a good bounce. I was hate-riding him like crazy, new thoughts filling my head, rarely feeling any more enlightened.
Not satisfied with just riding such a magnificent cock, I got all the way up to pounding his massive shaft inside me until I was screaming with pure joy. I never would have thought it was possible to take such a huge cock so hard, but it was easier than I thought, once I got into it.
The sensation was shockingly good. The old resentment I had toward him came up again out of nowhere, riding me forward and giving me more impetus to my slamming.
Jake must have agreed, because just as I was about to cum, I could feel him stiffen, getting ready to do the same. Still acting the gentleman, Jake let me cum first, holding the base of his cock so he wouldn’t cum in me as I lifted up off of him.
Getting clear of his cock, I dove back down, taking him deep in my mouth— deeper than I ever would have thought possible— and sucked him off, taking his load in my mouth and swallowing it all down.
I never knew that making love to the person I thought I hated could be so hot.
Chapter Nine - Jake
It didn’t seem real.
I couldn’t be fucking the girl I’d hated since medical school, but here we were.
Feelings could be very complicated things, though. Hate and love were two sides of the same coin.
I’d hated her for so long that perhaps it had just naturally turned into “like,” as a natural process of evolution. Or at least it had turned into the sort of feeling that could let you make love. Even if what happened felt more like a hate-fuck.
Maybe it was just what we needed to work out our negative feelings for each other. A sort of emotional exorcism, or sexorcism, as it were.
I began to feel stupid for hating her for so long. After all, she’d never really done anything negative to me. Sure, she was reluctant to come and live with me, but that was understandable based on the circumstances and our history.
I also couldn’t deny that I liked her grandma. And maybe there was something there with Julia that I hadn’t seen in the past. Aside from her beautiful body, of course. I’d seen, and touched, every inch of her, and I couldn’t say I regretted it at all. In fact, I found that I was beginning to like her.
Only like her? I asked myself, but soon shook that thought of out my head.
I purposefully didn’t get close to people, yet here I was wondering if I might love my former rival.