It was easier said than done. When I had decided to not think about or see or do anything with Jake Oliver ever again it had seemed simple. It had just seemed to be an easy solution to the problem. I had sex with him and now that it was out of my system I had no need to ever be in his presence again.

I didn't account for the week of waking up with a hard on because of sex dreams I couldn't escape from. There was no controlling that. My dreams had been filled with stupid annoying Jake over and over again.

This time I hadn't forced myself into ignoring my dick. I jerked off practically every morning quick and dirty in the shower. And there was no blaming me for the fact that his face popped into my head most of those mornings or his words and the noises he made as he thrusted into me were on repeat in my head constantly.

I couldn't control my dreams or those intrusive thoughts. So really all of this wasn't my fault.

And it also wasn't my fault that sometimes I would glance at my phone wondering if a certain name would pop onto the screen. It wasn't because I wanted to talk to him, it was more curiosity. I was just curious to know if he would reach out. He had somehow gotten my number and then just called to annoy me and gloat about how good his team was? It just didn't make sense.

So yeah it wasn't that I wanted him to text me or try to talk to me again. I was just a curious guy.

And even if I did want him to reach out it was only because I wanted an orgasm. He had gotten me off once before and well no one could blame me if I wanted that again. Why go to someone you didn't know if it would be good with when there was someone that knew how to get you off and the sex was already good.

The more I thought about it the more I realized that it would be a smart idea to hookup just one more time. I mean it was unbalanced at the moment. It was 2-1 in orgasms. Jake was winning so it was only natural that the score be evened out and then we could go about our lives never talking to each other again.

So then I was left with the very real issue of how the hell I was going to text Jake and admit I wanted to do anything with him again. What did one even say to someone they hated but wanted to fuck?

I decided to just say fuck it and wrote out a quick text not even thinking before I hit send.

Evan-Hey, you free??

The second it sent I felt my stomach drop. Did I really just do that? I was such an idiot. But I didn't have to wait long my phone buzzed a minute into my freak out.

Jake- Is this a booty call?

Ugh I wanted to tell him to fuck off. But I couldn't really deny that I was texting him to fuck.

Evan- technically it's a text

Jake- a booty text then?

Evan- you are so annoying....

Jake- still not a yes or no

Was I seriously considering this? Again? This guy, Jake Oliver. He was so annoying and self centered and basically a huge dickhead but here I was trying to set up a hookup with him. I could just say no, tell him to fuck off and just pretend I never texted him.

I could do that, but I didn't.

Evan- are you free or not? I'd rather not drag this conversation on longer than it has to

Jake- I might be able to free up some time in my busy schedule as long as you make the drive here

I thought about it for a second and decided just one more time wasn't going to hurt.

Evan- when??

Jake- like an hour?

Evan- ok

I locked my phone and threw it down onto the bed. I was really doing this again. But this would be the last time, after today I was done with Jake.

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"Come here." Jake patted his lap moving the passenger seat of my car all the way back.

I had picked him up and driven us to a secluded area so that we'd have some privacy.

"You want me to climb over the middle console?" I eyed him with confusion.

It wasn't like it would be totally impossible but I just really didn't see that going well.

"You can walk around the car can you not?"

I just rolled my eyes and shoved my door open. Somehow it was me that had to move and he just got to lean back in his seat doing nothing. I had figured we'd go into the backseat like before but Jake had made no move to get up or even look back there.

It was all his terms and I wasn't totally complaining, ok maybe I was complaining a little bit.

"You're a dick." I grumbled when I opened the passenger side door.

He didn't say anything he just reached forward pulling me into him. It was slightly clumsy as I climbed into his lap getting us situated and closing the door behind me.

"I don't got time to fuck you properly but I'll still make it good, ok?" He just looked at me waiting for me to make some sign of agreement.

"Yeah." I nodded.

And then he was pulling me forward pressing his lips to mine. Each time we kissed it felt dizzying. The fact that Jake was such a good kisser kinda pissed me off. It was like this guy couldn't just be bad at one thing. But I mean I couldn't be that mad because I was getting the benefits of this particular skill of his.

Everything about this was just as rough as it usually was. Jake had a hand in my hair pulling it just the way I liked and his other hand was running down my back making a fast track to my ass. I couldn't help the way I moaned into his mouth and started to grind my hips into him.

There was no taking things slowly today. My dick was already filling out my jeans practically screaming to be let free.

"Fuck you're so desperate for it today aren't you?" Jake pulled away from me letting his hand reach my ass and guiding my hips as they moved against him.

There were zero words, all I could do is groan and try to speed things up.

"Lube?" Jake asked softly his lips ghosting across my jaw.

I turned and fumbled for the middle console. I had thrown some in there before I left knowing I'd need it. It took all my focus to try to find it. Jake had went from light kisses on my jaw to sucking and biting at my neck.

"Here," my voice was breathy in a way I wasn't quite expecting it to be.

"So fucking greedy for it." He groaned and went to unbutton my jeans.

It didn't take long for him to get my dick out and the feeling of his hands on me, stroking me a few times I was already letting out embarrassingly loud moans. I let my hips rock into his hand, chasing that pleasure. I was aching for a release in a way that only Jake seemed to be able to get me like.

"You always this loud?"

"N-No." my brain was spinning and then something hard and warm pressed against my dick.

Fuck. I let out a moan as Jake pressed both of us against each other his lubed up hand stroking us both at the same time.

"Fuck Jake please." I whined wanting more.

He sped up his hand pushing me so close to the edge. I was right there but something was stopping me. I needed something more, I didn't know what it was but I just couldn't.

Even if I didn't know what I needed Jake seemed to. His hand went back to my hair and yanked hard enough my head fell back my neck fully exposed. And then he was there pressing his lips against it sucking and nipping at the skin lightly.

And I was hurdling fast towards release, every spike of pain seemed to morph it's way into pleasure. I was high on it in all the best ways.

"I'm going to come." I moaned my hips pushing faster against his hand and dick.

"I'm right there with you, come for me." He said against my neck.

And I did with one last moan falling right against his chest.

We both took a few seconds recovering from our orgasms. Jake seemed to recover faster.

"Get up we need to clean up. I got shit to do." He pushed at my chest.

"Give me a sec." I groaned.

"Hurry up or I'm going to wipe this shit on your seats."

"Fucking dickhead." I muttered and grabbed a few napkins and threw them at him.