Bedside Manner (Love Under Lockdown)

There were times, gaining in frequency, that I regretted I would have to go home soon. I had thanked Tanna for following the rules so perfectly that it meant I had been forced to live with Jake, or else none of this ever would have happened.

She had told me she had always known there were some good feelings mixed in with the bad ones I had had for Jake, because no one stared at anyone over lunch breaks that long if they didn’t want to jump their bones.

But now it was close to time for this to end. I loved living with Grandma, but I was coming to love living with Jake as well. Particularly with the more I learned about him and his family.

The cause for his insular personality was becoming clearer all the time. What I’d mistaken for arrogance turned out to mostly be a controlled introversion.

And as he spoke to his overbearing mother and I heard him explaining that he had met someone and also that he finally loved what he did for a living, I could see her heart soften on the other end of the phone.

My grandmother had recovered from Covid without any further symptoms and her quarantine period was coming to an end.

“I’m almost sorry you have to go,” he said out of the blue the evening before I could go back home, while we were eating dinner.

“Almost?” I teased, thinking he was kidding.

“No, not almost. I am, even though I do understand why you have to. Your grandma will miss you if you don’t go back, but I’ll miss you if you do. It is a no-win situation, really. I’ve gotten used to having you around, though.”

“Yeah? Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he confessed, apparently to his plate. Then he looked me in the eyes with the new demeanor of his that had cracked the Iceman’s façade and taken over his face now that I had been staying with him. “Would you like to go upstairs?”

“What about dessert?” I asked teasingly, as if I hadn’t caught his drift.

He stroked his foot along my leg as if to make himself clear.

“Oh. You want that kind of a dessert.”

Rising like Poseidon from the dark depths, he came around to my place, pulling the chair out from the table. Now that both of us were standing, our bodies came together in what felt like a natural way.

We kissed sweetly, and Jake bent down so he could reach me. After breaking away, he took me into his arms and carried me upstairs. My face was pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing in his scent all the while.

The mattress came up to meet me as Jake set me down. My shirt went up over my head and came off almost immediately, followed quickly by my bra. The cool air was tickling my already-hard nipples.

Raising my hips, I helped him get my jeans down, my panties following right along. Within seconds, I was completely naked before him. The fact that I knew I could trust him, even in such a vulnerable state, was the greatest thrill of my life.

Slowly, he undressed himself, shedding his clothes that were left over from his day of work. He was revealing his perfect form to me layer by layer, until he was also naked. His humongous cock was already hard and ready for me.

Taking it tenderly in my hand, I stroked the softly throbbing shaft, cupping his balls with my free hand. Each hard groan was like music to my ears as I pleasured him.

I was getting as much pleasure from knowing I was making him happy as I was giving him. The warm feeling that had been building over the last couple of weeks built into a raging passion.

He was sweet and warm. His cock slipped into my mouth with more ease than expected and I lovingly sucked him.

I was savoring every second of it, waiting for the sweet explosion of hot, thick cum into my mouth. It felt like I was becoming addicted to his cock. His cum shot out and I swallowed it down, continuing to stroke his shaft as I did so.

Taking me by the shoulders, Jake lay me down, placing my feet on the edge of the mattress, and kissed his way down my body, ending at my wet pussy. He went easy at first, running his tongue across the length of my lips and making me moan with sweet joy.

He was working his way up to a lovely lapping speed, driving all other thoughts from my mind except those of the pure pleasure he was giving me. My orgasm came as fast as it did hard, getting me ready for what was coming next.

Lifting my legs up onto his shoulders, much like in my fantasy, Jake got me into position, stroking the head of his still-hard cock against my wet, pink pussy lips. I did my best to relax and take him easily inside.