My eyes widened with surprise. The idea of Jake pleasing me here and now, in a public setting where anyone could walk in, sent a tingle down my spine. The thrill of being caught made me even more aroused. 

But before we could follow through on the suggestion, a maroon car pulled up outside the station and honked its horn. I sighed, wishing for the first time in my life that the Lyft driver wasn't so prompt.

"Another time then," Jake whispered in my ear.

His warm breath on my neck nearly made me whimper. I liked drunk Jake. He was flirtatious and frisky.

We scooted as close to one another as humanly possible in the dark confines of the car's backseat. Jake's hands were on my body the entire ride home, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl. We were like hormonal teenagers who couldn't get enough of one another.

I hoped that the Lyft driver wouldn't notice our public display of affection, but I hardly noticed the driver was even there. I had to constantly remind myself that we weren't alone in the car, to fight the urge to crawl onto Jake's lap and fulfill the need that had begun building inside of me.

"I can't wait to get you out of this dress," Jake whispered, nibbling on my earlobe.

His words caused my groin to tingle. I clenched my legs together to ease the discomfort, causing Jake to smirk with pleasure. He enjoyed taunting me, but two could play that game.

As discreetly as I could manage, I allowed my hand to rest gently on his upper thigh, just inches from his most intimate area. I didn't touch him there, but I didn't need to. Just the idea of my hand on his leg was enough to make Jake's body react.

A smile formed on my face as his member prodded subtly against the material of his pants. I felt a surge of self-confidence knowing that I could make this handsome man want me as much as I wanted him.  

True to his word, the moment we are through the threshold of the bedroom door, Jake was busy unzipping my dress. Within seconds, the fabric fell in a heap on the floor. Jake's eyes widened when I was left standing in my black, lacey bra and thong. I was thankful Mariana had convinced me to buy nicer lingerie.

But even in the new undergarments, I felt the need to cover my nakedness. Jake furrowed his eyes and moved my hands gently aside so he could see me. I didn't realize that my face was facing the ground, shameful, until Jake's tender hands touched my face. He lifted my chin so that I had no choice but to look him in the eye.

"Catalina De la Rosa, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He murmured, his eyes raking in every inch of my body. "You should never feel embarrassed about your body. You are perfect."

Jake leaned down, allowing his mouth to touch mine in a soft, slow kiss. I could feel the desire and need in the exchange. He pulled away to look at me, and my favorite half-smile formed on his lips.

Jake reached up and moved a loose strand of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. His thumb lingered just above my chin, caressing my cheek tenderly, before kissing it. His lips left the tingle of fire in their wake as they moved slowly down my jawline. Jake took my earlobe into his mouth and gave a gentle tug, causing me to moan.

"I need you, Cat," he whispered, his words so soft I could barely make them out.

Whether Jake meant that he needed me sexually or that he needed me in his life, I wasn't sure. Regardless, his words increased my longing, and I pulled him earnestly toward me.

Jake pressed my back against the cool, bedroom wall, pinning me to it with his hips. His gentle fingers trailed down my body, finding their way to my inner thighs. I sighed at his proximately, fighting the urge to thrust my sex further in his hand as he cupped it around me.

Jake pulled the strand of my scanty thong to the side and inserted a finger inside me with painstaking slowness. A hiss left his lips as he felt the dampness that had already gathered. 

"You're so wet for me, baby," he mumbled.

Jake inserted another finger, and I moaned at the pleasant tightness. He moved his fingers rhythmically in and out, twirling them inside of me to send satisfying sensation coursing through my body.

I felt the tension building inside of me as his scintillating fingers did their bidding. I was getting close, so close. But before I could climax, Jake withdrew his fingers, leaving me whimpering for more.

"Not yet," he said, dropping his pants around his ankles to reveal his impressive member. "I want to be inside you when you cum, Cat."

His words caused a small gasp to leave my mouth. I hardly had time to dwell on his words before Jake lifted me effortlessly into his arms. His muscles rippled as he grabbed my waist and heaved me upward. I straddled him, interlocking my legs behind his brawny back.

I moaned as he entered me, the angle allowing him to go deep inside. His head laid against my chest, his warm tongue finding my hardened nipples as my breasts bounced with each thrust. My hands intertwined in his hair, and I tugged gently, causing him to groan.

Jake pulled me away from the wall and carried me to the comfort of his oversized bed. As he laid me down on the eggshell duvet, I looked deeply into his eyes. His brown irises were sweltering, burning as intently as the fires he fought each day. I felt as if I could see to the depths of his soul as he moved in and out of me with a slow and sensual rhythm, his eyes holding mine with every insertion. Seeing Jake's yearning pleased me, and not just in the sexual way.

Jake and I had had sex many times before, but this was different. This time, it was something more. It was as if the alcohol made us more courageous and vulnerable in each other's presence. The personal walls that we'd each been building for so long finally came crashing down as we held one another close, getting lost in each other as we became adjoined beneath the sheets.

All trepidations about what could happen in the future, or trying to understand how we felt about one another, was thrown out the window. There was nothing else in the world at that moment but him. It was just me and Jake as we synchronized rhythms in a sweet catharsis, each bringing the other to the edge of pure bliss. Hour after hour, thrust after thrust, what started with lust had turned into sweet lovemaking that lasted the entire night.

Finally, as the soft hues of the morning light began streaming through the bedroom window, I could tell that the buildup was finally too much and that Jake was getting close. Seeing his satisfaction was the last straw, and I felt the familiar stirring inside me.

Jake's back arched as he gave one final thrust, calling out my name as he climaxed forcefully. Hearing my name on his lips and his voice that was so full of emotion sent me over the edge. I finished with him, the two of us clinging to one another as we became one.

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Jake collapsed on the bed beside me, his breathing heavy. His body was shaking from exertion and the aftershocks of his intense climax. I was trembling after experiencing the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had in my life. It seemed to last an eternity as pleasure filled every nerve in my body. I wondered idly if anything could ever live up to the gratification that I felt at that moment.

Jake wrapped his arm around me, and I laid my head on his chest. As my heart rate returned to its normal rhythm, I reached up and ran my hands through Jake's hair. A hum of bliss vibrated from his sculpted chest.

Despite the countless nights of sleeping together, this was the most intimate moment Jake and I had ever shared. Just lying in each other's arms as I massaged his scalp, holding his body close to my own, it didn't feel like anything else in this world could bring me so much happiness.

I watched as Jake's eyelids fluttered with heaviness. Between the alcohol and his powerful climax, it took only a few minutes for Jake to fall asleep. I, on the other hand, was far too wired to join him. My orgasm had energized me. After our night of passion, the last thing I wanted was sleep.  

I played with the small hairs growing on Jake's chest, careful not to wake him. In his unconsciousness, I was able to truly examine him for the first time. When he was asleep, I could see a side of him that I rarely got to see. He looked so innocent. The worry lines that I had grown to love weren't as prominent, making him look ten years younger.

What really caught my eye was the tattoo imprinted on the smooth contour of his chest, right where his heart was. I had noticed it before, but could never clearly make out the words. The names Elena, Anna, and Lucas were embedded into his skin in a curved manuscript, accompanied by three tiny birds, soaring high.

I felt my heart drop as I took in the dark ink, realizing that the tattoo symbolized Jake's family.

I ran my fingers along the tattoo, feeling my stomach lurch as I stared at the names. Here I was, lying on Jake's chest after a night of passion, left staring at the name of the woman who made him a broken shell of the man he once was. Because of her, Jake would never be able to commit to anyone else, myself included. 

I liked to think of myself as a compassionate person, someone who was understanding and tried to find the best in others. I had never had ill will against another person in my life, but that all changed as I gazed at the tattoo of Jake's ex-wife. Her name imprinted onto Jake's chest filled me with a sense of rage.

So many emotions consumed me, each fighting for center stage. I envied Elena because she had something special with Jake, something that I would never get to experience. I felt sorry for her because she had what most women coveted, and she threw it out the window as if it meant nothing. But most of all, I loathed her because she had damaged Jake beyond the point of return. He was damaged and may never recover, and I could never forgive her for that.

It hurt to think that I might never be anything more than a fling to Jake. I had been fooling myself for a long time now, but after our hours of lovemaking, I couldn't hide my feelings for Jake any longer. I had never needed another person the way that I needed him.

I knew that I was on the edge of a treacherous precipice, dangling precariously close to the slippery slope below. I wanted to tell Jake the truth about how deeply I felt for him, but I was afraid of his reaction. Would he end our relationship, fearing that I couldn't deal with his lack of commitment? Or would he reciprocate my feelings, seeing that we were perfect for one another?

My mind reeled, unsure what to do. If I took the leap, I would either fly, or I'd fall into the pits of despair.

I had grown so close to Jake, I wasn't sure I couldn't handle it if he left. It was terrifying to depend on him so much, but it was exhilarating at the same time. For the first time in my life, I cared for someone else more than I cared for myself.

I rubbed my temples in confliction, overwhelmed as the cold hard truth weighed on me. Even though I had promised that I wouldn't, I had fallen in love with Jake Lucero.

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