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You sighed heavily, squeezing your eyes shut tighter against the impending sunlight. You stretched, your head pounding with the reminder of the night before.
You took in a deep breath, an unfamiliar smell invading your senses; you frowned, turning your head on the pillow before blinking your eyes open.
You weren’t in your own bed, and you were alone.
You rubbed your hand over your eyes, getting your bearings as you sat up, the soft cotton sheet pooling in your lap.
You weren’t naked, thank God. But you weren’t wearing your own clothes either.
You were clad in a soft black t-shirt and your panties from the night before.
You pulled yourself out of the soft bedding, making your way out to where you could hear noises coming from the kitchen.
Leaning on the doorframe you bit gently on your lip watching the man you’d met the night before standing at the stove. Jacob he has said his name was, Jacob Palmer. He was cooking breakfast, a pair of blue plaid pajama pants hanging loosely on his hips.
He glanced at the door sensing your presence and offered you a half hearted smile. “Morning”
You walk deeper into the kitchen, resting against the sleek countertop. “Morning” you offer the same lazy smile.
The kitchen smells heavenly. Pancakes, bacon, coffee. No eggs you noticed,
“Cooking bacon without a shirt on,” you observed “Seems dangerous”
“Well, my shirt is currently in use elsewhere” he smirked
You dropped your gaze to the floor feeling your cheeks flush pink, but you couldn’t help smiling back.
“Are you hungry?” He asked, offering you a mug of coffee.
You accepted with a nod, the hot coffee warming your hands “Ravenous”
“How did you sleep?” He asked, turning the bacon over in the pan
“Good,” you smiled bringing the coffee cup to your lips “Really good”
You leaned against the counter, watching him cook, the guy you had met in the bar the night before had disappeared. The well dressed put together Calvin Klein model with the suave attitude had vanished after about the third glass of whiskey.
He had “moves” he had said; moves to impress the revolving door of women you had now joined. You knew by morning he wouldn’t remember what your name was, wouldn’t care so you chose to take the same approach.
You knew what this was, he knew what this was, why pretend it was anything different?
You had thought for sure he would interpret this as an insult, the tipsy girl from the bar didn’t want to sleep with the ridiculously hot guy. Why the hell not?
Instead, you found yourself on his couch with his head in your lap as you absently twisted his dirty blond hair around your fingers.
The mask had fallen away, you sat and listened as he told you about things he had wanted in life, things he had hoped to accomplish.
On the surface he was wildly successful in every way someone would think to want to be in your mid-thirties; and while you had found yourself sobering up, he was slightly more drunk than when you had arrived. The hand not busy in his hair, rested on his chest, his fingers dragging lazily over the back of your hand as he stared out the massive windows at the front of his house.
It was quiet for a long time before he spoke again. You had wondered if he had fallen asleep and were surprised it hadn’t made you jump when he did speak.
“I wanna tell someone about my day, y’know?” he spoke softly, not moving, legs stretched out across the couch, feet bare, shoes abandoned somewhere on the floor. He might as well not be wearing a shirt at all, the one he did have on was untucked and almost completely unbuttoned. “I want them to be here when I wake up, I wanna make them breakfast”
This made you smile and you considered not saying anything at all, but decided against it. “I like breakfast…”
He glanced up at you with a raised eyebrow “Eggs and bacon?”
“I’m allergic to eggs, but I love everything else”
He hadn’t said anything after that, so you weren’t too sure how serious he had been, but now, the next morning, you were standing in his kitchen and he had opted for french toast and bacon instead of eggs.
“Need any help?” you asked circling around behind him to the other side of the counter where the plate of finished bacon sat.
You picked up a piece with your fingers immediately taking a bite followed immediately by regret.
“It’s hot” he winced, offering you a paper towel into which you promptly spat the scalding hot piece of meat.
“You okay?” he asked with a small laugh
You nodded “So…” you started, changing the subject, if only to make yourself feel less dumb as you threw out the paper towel. “I have yet to see these moves you promised”
“Can you keep a secret?” he asked, turning off the stove, setting the finished french toast next to the bacon.
“Depends,” you smirked, setting your coffee down “Does it end with me in your basement freezer?”
He laughed out loud before shaking his head “No”
“Then probably”
He picked up the small remote that had been sitting on the counter and pressed a button before putting it back.
Dean Martin started playing throughout the entire house. You pressed your lips together suppressing a smile with a raised eyebrow as Jacob offered you a hand. You looked from his hand to his face and back again before you took it.
He pulled you against him, his free hand finding your waist; your hand finding his shoulder as he moved swiftly around the tile floor, he kept a tight grip on your hand as you spun away before he spun you back, your back hitting his bare chest with a thump.
You couldn’t help the small chuckle that came out as his hand found your hip as you leaned against his shoulder as he kept a hold of your other hand.
He was singing along in between trumpets.
You gasped as his foot hooked around your ankle, knocking you off your feet; he caught you before you crashed to the floor in the most ungraceful way, practically dipping you to the tiles as his hand slid up your bare thigh under his t-shirt, keeping your leg pressed to his thigh. Your arms instinctively find their way around his neck.
His breathing was even and steady as his blue eyes fixed on yours; your breathing was not.
He set you upright, his chest still practically pressed against yours; your breath shaky and uneven as the song came to an end. Neither of you moved, his hands still on your waist, yours still around his neck.
His eyes were focused on your lips before he glanced at you briefly and you gave the slightest nod.
His lips crushed against yours as he pushed you back against the counter before lifting you on its top in one swift motion. His tongue tangling with yours as your legs locked around his middle, pushing the already dangerously loose pajama pants off his hips to pool at his ankles. He kicked them out of the way, reaching up under the t-shirt you still had on, tugging your panites off and dropping them at his feet.
He braced himself against the cabinets behind your head with both hands as your mouth moved to devour his neck.
“This isn’t-” His breath was heavy against your neck as his head dropped to your shoulder “I didn’t-”
You pushed him back gently by the shoulders, forcing him to look at you. “You want it as bad as I do,” you breathed hard “So just shut up and fu-”
He cut you off, kissing you hard; he reached between you, the head of his cock lining up with your entrance before he thrust forward, filling you to the hilt, making you cry out into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against him to the very edge of the counter.
The counter stood sturdy underneath you as his fingers threaded with yours, pinning your arms to the cabinets over your head.
His mouth never stopped moving as you moaned against his lips as he thrust harder, your ankles still locked firmly around the small of his back. You thrust your hips as much as your position would allow as you broke your kiss with a deep gasp. His breath was hot and heavy against your ear, your fingers squeezing between his painfully as you rocked on the kitchen counter leaning your head back against the cabinets, moaning towards the ceiling.
Jacob let your hands drop as he braced himself against the counter’s edge, thrusting harder, groaning against your neck as your arms dropped around his neck letting out a sharp gasp as your orgasm shot through your core, your nails leaving half moon welts the flesh of his shoulder blades, your body quakeing with pleasure as your walls clenched around his shaft eliciting a loud moan from him, before you felt him spill inside you, leaking out on the counter underneath as he breathed a soft “Fuck” against your ear.
You gasped softly as he slid from inside you, your hand reaching to push the hair that had fallen in his face back; both of you breathing hard.
“I have moves too” you smirked, making him laugh softly as he rested his forehead against yours, claiming your swollen lips in a gentle kiss.