Only Mine

"Jess, come on, drink up."

"Shit, Han, my head is spinning and we didn't even leave the apartment yet."

"It's freaking New Year's. You are supposed to be drunk even before the clock hits midnight and turn us all in pumpkins."

We are all laughing like hyenas, impossible for anyone to not realize how drunk we are. Well, I am still angry about Jake. And disappointed. And sad. And furious. And it is New Year's Eve. So I have plenty of reason to drink my ass off.

All of us girls are sitting on the couch at Hannah's place, drinking some yummy cocktails that I probably don't want to know what they are made of and getting ready for a crazy night out. We are going to our favorite spot, the coolest pub in our town that is our getaway at least once a month. And from then on, wherever we feel like it.

It's not like I have somewhere else to be. My mum is celebrating with her friends, ladies her age probably crazier than we are, Brian and Becca went away with their group of friends to Amsterdam and Jake, well, haven't heard a word from him since Christmas morning.

Can't really count the times I wanted to contact him, but I knew I should have some pride and find a guy who would want to show off I'm his girl, not make me some dirty little secret.

"Hellooooo, Earth to Jessica. Where did you go again?"

It's the second time Han had to pull me out of my funky mood, thinking about things that had no place in my head on the night that should be celebrated in hopes of a better year to come.

Damn you, Jake. I'm not missing you today. Period.

I shook my head lightly before yelling for all the girls to hear.

"One more shot! And then we go out and have the craziest night of this year."

They all screamed in unison, lifting their cups and clinking them together.

"To the best night ever."

Yes, to the best one.

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I can feel my heartbeat in my head. I swear every beat of my heart feels like a clap of thunder in my brain. Fuck my life, this is one hell of a hangover.

I try to lift my head from the pillow, but my head is pounding more with every move, so I just stop trying.

Before I manage to open my eyes, a movement registers next to me and a heavy arm lays over my stomach.

What the hell? Where am I? Who in the name... is this?

In a sudden panic, I open my eyes forcefully and there is a guy's arm draped over my bare front and I'm afraid to look to my right to see whose is it.

Please not let it be some random guy. Please no.

I turn my head and the most beautiful green eyes sleepily look at me. Jake.

God, I don't know if I'm relieved it's him or furious I ended up in bed with him. I'm trying to bring back the memories from last night, anything that would lead to why I'm in his bed, just now realizing that, and what happened with us.

My mind is still hazy, but certain flashes of me begging for more, and screaming for Jake do enter my mind. And his pleas to not leave him again resurface, making my heartbeat harder against my chest.

Jake's now fully awake, looking at me with caution, probably trying to decipher where my head is at and how I'm going to react. Pretty justified if you ask me. What the hell did I do yesterday? Why did I give in again? I was so sure I won't let him trample me like this. Stupid stupid drunk Jessica. Argh.

"Good morning, baby."

His voice is still raspy from sleeping, but it only makes me shiver more, subconsciously making me pull the blanket higher up to my neck as this could diminish how affected I am by him.

"What am I doing here? What happened yesterday?"

His brows set low down in a frown, making him look wounded by my words.

"You don't remember anything from yesterday?"

"Just bits and pieces, honestly."

"What 'bits and pieces'?"

My cheeks redden at the things I remember, and apparently I enjoyed our encounter as much as he did. My body is instantly on high alert like I could feel his lips tracing a path between my breasts down to my navel.

"Just ... not much."

He moves slowly closer to me, his arm against my belly giving him the ability to pull me closer, and when I'm about to protest, I'm suddenly pulled under him, his weight pushing me down, but it's the most delicious pressure I felt in a long time.

I miss him so damn much, I am completly, head-over-heels in love with him.

But I decided I don't want just sex anymore, and I know I have to stop this before it gets too far. I mean, further than it already went.

But before I'm able to utter a single word of protest, his mouth descends on mine, making me shut up instantly. I'm trying to protest, half-heartedly putting my hand on his bare chest and pushing him away, but he grabs them and locks my hands above my head.

At the same time, his tongue penetrates my mouth and I moan, unwillingly, which makes him hard, his erection probing on my inner thigh. He is not gentle or easy, he is devouring my mouth, sucking my tongue, tasting me in every way he can and when he feels my body submitting, he groans, breaking our connection just for a tiny bit.

"I don't care if you remember what happened or no, but I know you still want me and I'm not backing away. Not again. You are mine. The sooner you accept it the better. Are we clear, love?"

His words were whispered, but not any less forceful because of it. He was being serious.

"But, Jake, I can't ..."

His mouth was on mine again, shutting me up one more time, and this time he settled exactly between my legs, rubbing over my center, and I already felt the wetness spreading because of it.

I stopped fighting. I didn't want to anymore. I craved it in the last few weeks almost constantly. I admit I'm weak when it comes to him, and at this moment I don't really care.

His mouth started moving to my neck as he probably felt I'm not going to argue anymore and I was getting more aroused with every kiss on my skin. His teeth grazed over my nipple and it almost made me jump off the bed at the contact.

Fuck it, I have my damn needs and I'm satisfying them. To hell with all the principles today. It's New Year's Day. What better way to start than with the best sex of my life?

But I'm taking control this time. I'm not letting him screw up with my brain again. This time he's going to beg for it.

He was already settling his mouth between my legs, when I suddenly lift up and pushed him on his back, not letting him recover from the shock before straddling his hips.

"Jess... I want to fuck you today. And show you how hard I wanted to pound in your sweet little pussy since the last time we were together."

His hips were already moving, trying to turn us over, when I grab his penis in my hand and squeezing hard, making him instantly lie back on the bed.

"It's my way today or no way. Got it, Jake?"

Before he could reply, I slide lower and wrap my mouth around his hard-on, pushing it as deep against my throat as possible. He hissed at the unexpected movement, his head digging back in the pillow, his hips lifting with it and pushing him inside my mouth further. I gagged slightly but didn't stop, wanting to see him come undone in my mouth.

It made me so turn-on seeing him like this, my inner muscles were throbbing in expectation of what's coming.

I cradled his balls in my hand, cupping them and I felt him swell further in my mouth at that, making me realize he was going to come soon.

But then I was suddenly pulled off and dragged up to his mouth, his tongue capturing mine in an angry dance. It was raw passion, but it was exactly what we needed.

"You want to be in charge? Fine. But I'm coming inside of you. And no condom this time, love. I know you are on the pill."

The reply died on my lips when he lifted my hips and impaled himself inside me, burying balls deep in my pussy.

"Aaaahhh ..." I cried out in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck me now, baby, Show me how much you've missed me."

Fuck, his words were like my own aphrodisiac, lust coursing through my body, my inner muscles clenching around his erection.

And I started moving, really moving.

I rode him hard, impaling myself each time as far as it went. I felt him deep inside me, pushing on my womb and it was exactly how I wanted him. Deep and not letting him go.

His hips started pounding in rhythm with mine and the room was filled with the loud voices of us having sex.

He grabbed me for my hips and tilting my pelvis up, which changed the angle of penetration making him hit the exact right spot.

"Yes, here, exactly here, Jake."

"I've got you, Jess. I always do."

His eyes focused on mine and he started pounding relentlessly, not breaking eye-connection the entire time. And it was this that send me over the edge. I felt him. For the first time, I really felt him. He felt something for me too.

As soon as I started coming, his eyes glazed and he unloaded himself inside me, prolonging my orgasm until we came down from it together.

I fell against his chest, both of us panting heavily and trying to get our racing heart under control.

What just happened? It felt different this time. So good. I felt moisture gathering in my eyes and I tried really hard not to let them spill.

We stayed like this for some time, naked, my front to his, my head resting on his chest and still feeling him inside me. Our hearts beating at the same pace. It was almost peaceful.

His fingers gently caressed my hair, almost lulling me back to sleep.

"I love you, Jessica."

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