Behind The Masks

His lips traveled to my neck, the soft flesh lightly touching my skin along the way. His hands grabbed onto my hips. I started grinding into him, feeling a hard bulge. I felt myself getting wet.

"Willow. I want you."

"Then take me." Jake slid my shorts off my legs. He threw it away and looked at me. I've never felt this close to Jake. I pecked his lips and turned us around so that I was on top. His shirt came off. I kissed his chest in the shape of a heart, before moving onto his toned stomach. I left a few sloppy kisses there, before moving onto his v-lines. I kissed the outline of them, before kissing along the waistband of his boxers.

I looked up at him, almost as if I was asking for permission. Jake's gray eyes had turned a darker shade. Indescribable really. It was dark, dark grey, but not yet black. Lust had clouded over his eyes. He raised his hips to make it easier for me to pull down his basketball shorts. I pulled them down, but left his boxers on.

"Willow," he warned. I looked up at him, making my best puppy dog face.

"Please. Just..." Jake's voice trailed off. I smiled up at him.

My hand slipped under his waistband to grab his member. I started pumping, causing Jake's breath to hitch. I didn't have a firm grip, and I wasn't pumping very fast, so Jake started thrusting up. I laughed slightly at his eagerness and pulled my hand out of his boxers. He looked at me. Sadness, anger, and, more than anything, lust, danced around in his stormy gray orbs.

"Lift your bum," I commanded. He did as I said, and I pulled the confining fabric down his legs. I looked at his member, marveling at my new toy. I grabbed him again and started pumping. I ran my thumb over the head, gathering his pre-cum. I was pumping faster than before, but not as fast as Jake would've liked. He was pissed, exactly how I wanted him. He was about to take matters into his own hands, when I grabbed his hand and pinned it above his head with mine. His lips attacked mine, desperately.

"How come you get all the fun?" I whined.

"Why haven't you joined me in the fun?" he asked. I smiled.

"Maybe I should."

"Be my guest." I grabbed his hard-on, and pumped a few more times.

"Willow, PLEASE stop teasing. I need you."

I took off my underwear and lined up his tip with my entrance. I guess he couldn't wait anymore, because he thrusted up, making me scream in pleasure, pain, and surprise.

I guess he didn't mean it, because he kissed away the tears that were rolling down my cheeks. I smile at him, seeing those big, beautiful eyes filled with guilt and sadness, just because he didn't have enough self control.

"Jake. Don't look at me like that. It's okay," I coaxed, kissing him again lightly.

"No. It's not. I'm sorry."

"Jake. It doesn't hurt that bad anymore," I lied. He smirked cheekily, before pulling out and slamming back in, making me scream in pleasure. His transformation from sweet and caring to cheeky was unbelievably fast.

"Oh my fucking god, Jake." Now it really didn't hurt. He grabbed my hips and I started bouncing on him. He guided me to a faster pace. The pressure inside me was building up fast. Jake felt amazing. He felt so different from Harry, but the pleasure was the same. Jake turned us around and hoisted one of my legs over his shoulder. The angle was so different and was hitting a sweet spot that I never knew I had.

Thrust after relentless thrust. The moans and groans that filled the air. Both of us were covered in sweat, working up to release. Pretty soon, the pleasure was too much to comprehend and all that left my mouth were whimpers.

"Jake, I'm so close!" I squealed. Jake started pounding harder. No more sounds escaped me because of the pleasure level. But there was one more thing missing. One more thing I needed before I could cum. And Jake figured it out.

Without stopping his merciless thrusting, his hand snaked down and started rubbing my clit. That was all I needed to fall off the edge. I came so hard, it felt like someone just pushed me off a bridge. After a couple more thrusts, Jake came too, stilling and pouring his load into me.

After we both calmed down, Jake pulled out and fell down next to me. I turned my head so that I was facing him, and he did the same. We said no words. We just lied there, smiling at each other like idiots.

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