A/N: Mature content. 🙂🙃🤪

My ass passed out asleep not five minutes after Jake shut and locked the door behind him. Before that, I got up, removed the corset, and breathed freely. While beautiful and supportive in all the right jiggly places, it was not comfortable for sleeping.

I might have also opened my revenge bag and possibly put some itching powder into his dresser's underwear drawer, just the right-hand side. I might also possibly possibly nudged the laptop on his desk and signed his email up for Viagra coupons.

Can't not have a little payback.

With a smirk, I climbed back into his bed. The still-warm sheets smelled musky like sweaty sex but I buried my face into his stupidly nice-shampoo smelling pillow, dragged his comforter up to my cheek, and closed my heavy-lidded eyes.

An unknown amount of time later, a large hand trailed over the top of my head. With soft movements, it dragged down to the nape of my neck and swept a few strands of my hair behind my ear. With a most likely unattractive grunt, I rolled onto my side and fluttered my eyes open.

"Hey..." Jake's quiet voice, followed by a soft press against my forehead, stirred me out of my sleep.

I blinked my eyes open and realized his face hovered so close that our noses almost brushed. Even from a laid-down position, my shoulders tensed, spine locked up, and I screamed out, "Ahh!!"

"Fuck, it's just me." One of his hands clamped over my mouth and a mix of annoyance and amusement flickered in his dark eyes.

Blink by blink, Jake's eyes darkened as they roamed over the fact I'd peeled off the lingerie set. With one tug against the sheets, he revealed my completely naked body and inhaled sharply.

A shiver trembled down my spine and goosebumps rose over my skin, but heat rose inside me. His eyes traveled from my face downward and lingered for the longest on my bare breasts. They tingled and filled with a fullness sensation when his lips parted and the tip of his tongue flicked out quickly.

"I screamed my foreplay part," I teased with batted eyelashes and pushed myself up onto my palms. "Why are you still dressed?"

"Wondering that myself." He flashed me a grin and stripped down faster than I knew was humanly possible. With an unexpected softness in his deep voice, his eyes lingered on a couple of small, round bruises on my hips. "Are you okay? Earlier we -"

"Went through a warmup," I assured him as heat pulsed between my legs. With a coy smile, I curled my index finger at him, and he obliged. The bed dipped down as he sat, so I slipped my legs off and leaned close enough my left nipple brushed against his bicep.

Instead of against me like I'd expected, Jake's naked ass sank on the bed next to me. His thigh was easily twice the size of mine and his erection only swelled up to half-mast. With a low groan, his back and shoulders rounded and slumped.

"Rough practice?" I looked over the obvious knots of tension in his shoulders.

"Yeah." He absently rubbed his hands on the back of his neck, so I curled my knees up then maneuvered around until my knees straddled his ass.

Which, for the record, is still fat.

Like a dump truck on its way to the landfill.

Jake's shoulders were clenched rock-hard as I gently poked the tips of my fingers into them, then moved up the back of his neck. I stroked through the longer strands of his hair, then rubbed small circles into his scalp. Once his eyes closed, I pressed up and down the corded muscles that strained the sides and center of his neck.

A soft crack erupted as Jake stretched his right ear down to his shoulder. I moved my hands to his left side and a low groan vibrated under his skin as I gently worked over the area.

A smile pulled across my lips as my fingers kneaded into the knots I saw in that meaty, triangular muscle between his neck and shoulders. I rubbed tiny, gentle circles at first, then harder the more he relaxed until his skin was marked pink from my touch.

In a move that locked up my spine, his right hand reached over his shoulder, caught mine, then dragged it up to his chin. His head dipped down and lips pressed softly into my palm. My heart thumped harder and I'm sure, given the way my breasts were smashed up against his back, he felt it.

"Thanks," he said quietly and dipped his chin down to his chest. "I should give you one, it's your birthday."

My hands retracted from him like I'd been burned. Truly being honest with myself, Jake gave me one mind and body fuck of a birthday.

Physically, with my Jake and I's ice experiment in his bedroom last weekend, I had no comparison. I'd also never had a guy use a toy on me before and couldn't fucking believe how amazing the combination of my familiar synthetic-based orgasm was couple with Jake's live human delivery approach. We'd set the orgasm measuring stick so high, had I wanted to sleep with him again, even I wouldn't have minded a few boring, casual fucks the next time one of us needed them.

Emotionally though, I wasn't sure what game Jake played poking me with reminders of shit I wanted buried and dead. And I didn't like it one fucking bit. Irritation flamed inside me the longer I mentally burned a hole in his muscular back, and I spewed it all out within one word.

"Don't."

"I'm sorry," he whispered quietly but the heaviness in his gaze read otherwise. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

"Lay down," I tossed Jake's earlier words back at him as my hand planted into his chest. His feet planted on the floor as he sat down on the edge of his bed. Once he flopped back onto his bed comforter with a soft poof sound, my lips curled into a smirk. "You promised a challenge but if you drop me then I will bite your cock off."

"Shit, Harper..." His eyes darkened two shades deeper at my words. "You're not serious -"

"Never been more serious."

I walked around to the side of Jake's bed, then climbed over him from overhead. After my nipples were nearly pointed at his face, I crawled towards the bulging erection that waited for me, and smiled as Jake's hair - on his head, the 'not often enough used brain' head - brushed over my stomach, navel, then my small apex between my thighs.

I stopped only when Jake's hot breath fanned right into my lady bits and his cock almost poked itself into my mouth. Since Jake's shoulders were too wide for my non-flexible legs, I bracketed his ribs with my knees and lowered down to my elbows. Jake's body tensed under mine as I leaned my weight onto one elbow, took him in my hand, and squeezed his now-fully hard shaft gently until a few shiny drops of precum leaked out.

"You promised and I'm waiting," I threw the cocky words over my shoulder at him.

From his pinned down position, Jake's only response was he tucked his chin to his chest, lifted up his head until his eyes met mine, and tossed me a lazy grin.

Just as I nearly hurled an insult that knocked that look off his face, he tugged my hips lower and my entrance with his mouth. With more patience than I held inside, he planted slow, wet kisses along the edges of my outer folds. My body tensed at the tingling sensations that throbbed through my core area, but naturally I widened my knees and lowered down as his fingers spread around to the sides of my ass.

On my end, I stroked Jake's cock a few times as my hand tugged him from tip to base. After a few teasing strokes of my tongue over his slit and along the edged rim of his head until his leg muscles twitched, I paused before I took him fully in my mouth.

I grounded my palm against his muscular thigh as leverage, pursued my lips, and took him in. I lowered my free hand and cupped his balls, warm and soft in my palm. His hips flinched as they drew upwards slightly, so I dragged my tongue in a line down his central ridge until my chin skimmed over his sac.

Jake returned the attention, as his mouth now sucked shamelessly on my clit. Since he laid on his back with me suspended over him, he had more freedom of movement. Both his hands roamed in circles over my hips until he clenched both my ass cheeks tightly in his palms. His fingers pinched down in slow, circular, almost massage-like movements, until my spine froze when I realized what he attempted.

Fuck, he's knocking on my back door.

My mouth opened in a silent gasp when a wet, textured warmth dragged down my slit, then trailed lower until the tip of his tongue circled my back ridges. A tiny cramp twitched my ass until it involuntarily clenched tightly. Internally, the sensitive area fueled the orgasm that built up slower than the earlier ones. A moan bubbled up in my throat when his fingers moved and one rubbed over my front entrance.

Guess I should up my game too.

Even though now we've apparently reached... the gross part.

I reached lower and focused on his balls as my palm cupped them. My head followed and I gently licked his sac while my hand wrapped around his base. His shaft responded with a slight twitch but the rest of him remained still, like he focused on his efforts on me.

Jake's balls radiated warmth and smelled like perspiration mixed with shower soap as I nudged them with the tip of my nose. Even if they smelled like roses, the texture of a warm, dimpled collection of skin in my mouth was the worst part of any blow-job related activities.

After a deep inhale, I nudged his thighs wider with my chin, and stooped my head lower. My nose tingled as I scrunched it and pressed lower, buried my dignity right where I planted my chin near Jake's perineum, the strip of tight skin between his sac and back hole. With a low grunt, I pursed my lips around one of those warm, saggy, hairy balls.

Ugh.

My stomach slightly lurched from the texture that brushed against my tongue but I batted the small lump of flesh around like a one-sided game of tonsil hockey, then popped off. Jake's hips flinched below me as I closed my lips around the other one and gave it equal treatment and sucked gently. As I massaged the small mass with dragged circles of my tongue, I extended one index finger right into the tight skin between where my mouth latched on and Jake's asshole.

With one poke, the way Jake's body jolted like I'd electrocuted him was the only encouragement I needed.

He's lucky I didn't just chomp off leftie.

My abs strength was limited in keeping me suspended, so I withdrew my back hand and ground my elbow again. My other hand pumped him in strokes timed to the sucks I treated both his balls to, then licked my way back up to his tip. The head of his red, engorged erection was warm and slightly sticky with precum, so I licked him clean and dove back down to the ball pit.

By the chorus of low groans overhead and how his thighs trembled, Jake was putty just like I planned. My hand released his shaft and reached lower again. I prodded one fingertip into his taut skin, just on the outside barrier of where his prostate sat. As my mouth switched ball sides again, his large, muscular frame twitched and writhed under my mouth's control. Warmth fanned upwards into the cooler airspace between us.

I knew I'd broken his concentration when loud groans erupted near my ass and Jake's tongue paused its exterior movements. Compliments intermixed with swear words into the dirtiest compliments that, in an equal mix of excitement and humility, shot bursts of pleasure between my thighs.

"Fuck, Harper." His cheek pressed into the side of my hip, near where his hand squeezed the side of my ass. "That's... fuck, take the other one again..."

I exhaled sharply, switched again, and sucked hard on ball number two. It was the smaller one, thankfully. Jake's hand clenched harder and he grunted out an appreciative, "S-so fucking... good."

After a few lapped circles from my tongue, I released it from my mouth, and possibly scraped my tongue with my index finger for hairs.

Yes, those. Fucking disgusting.

A fine layer of sweat broke out over Jake's body, which highlighted his tensed shoulder and chest muscles as I ground my weight onto my elbows and lifted partially up and pushed backwards. As I did, I caught sight of his head flung back onto the bed, his dark hair fanned out from his head like a sinister halo, and his mouth parted open. His tongue flicked out and he gently licked his lips. My eyes drifted down from his forehead dotted with perspiration, his angular jaw dotted with black stubble and ticked with pent-up frustration, to his cock that was red, angry, and leaked like a faucet.

Since I figured I'd teased him enough, I gripped his base and wrapped my lips around his tip. As I sucked him in deeper, his lower back arched. The small movement pushed his sweaty chest into my navel. My eyes shifted downwards enough that I saw his abs clenched and relaxed with each small thrust his hips bucked upwards.

"Slowly sit up." I broke off and reminded him of what I assumed that he'd promised, switching from horizontal to vertical.

As Jake slowly pressed himself up, I grounded my hands flat onto the bed and pushed my feet flat until my legs were straight and ass hung high up in the air near his mouth. A gasp escaped my lips as he grabbed onto my hips and lifted them one leg at a time until my knees wrapped over his shoulders.

"I'm sitting up the rest of the way now," he grunted out. My hands circled around over his muscular thighs. I saw the contraction of each chiseled abdominal muscle as he crunched his torso up. As Jake sat up further and spread open his thighs, my head dipped lower down near my hands until I hung upside-down.

Oh shit!

As my head pitched downward, intuitively I squeezed the sides of his neck with my thighs. My hands shot out and gripped the sides of his waist.

This would be easier if he had love handles.

Right when I snorted into Jake's meaty thigh at the thought, his hands wrapped around my waist with the tightest reassurance he offered. I was beyond grateful when he steadied my shoulders onto the tops of his opened thighs so that all my weight wasn't smashed onto my head. My face flushed warm as all the blood rushed towards the crown of my head and his cock still saluted me right in the face.

"Ready?" was the cocky voice above me. I looked back at his dick, saw his head again slicked with precum, and rolled my eyes.

"You are." I tossed Jake an upside-down smirk before I sank my lips around his head. My lips parted and I took him deeper as the warmth and breath from his lips met my lower ones again.

Or are my lower lips now my upper ones? I'm so confused at this point.

"This is harder since I can't use my fingers," he confessed and pulled slightly back. A mix of warm air waves and vibrations brushed over me as he laughed quietly, probably at the insanity of how we looked at the moment.

I didn't answer for the obvious reason his dick was in my mouth, but instead just hummed. Apparently, vibrations down his cock grabbed his interest because his hips jolted slightly forwards. The small, quick movement sent him further back into my throat and sprung tears into my eyes.

My toes curled against the warm, tingling strokes of his tongue along my clit as he licked slow, strong strokes up and down, side to side, then circled around every edge. The rush of blood to my head combined with the aching, throbbing pulses of an incoming orgasm dizzied my brain.

"Fuck Harper, you taste amazing," his husky words filtered down from above me like a haze of lust. "But we can do better."

I popped off of him at those last words.

Wait, what!?

With one flex in his quadriceps and tightened grip on my waist, Jake slid himself to the edge of the bed, then stood up. My entire body tensed and I squeezed the sides of his ears between my inner thighs.

Oh, fuck fuckity fuck, he did not just - he did.

Let's be clear here, I was not a small girl. My 5ft10 height felt lengthened by the decompression action that pulled on my spine. With that height came heavier weight and fuck knows the two giant boulders on my chest added to my scale's measurements. But at that moment, I felt weightless, suspended even though the ridiculously sweaty hands gripped around my waist and small grunt that escaped Jake offered me no reassurance.

If this motherfucker drops me then I swear I'm taking his dick off with me.

Thankfully, Jake's ass offered more to grab than his sides and my hands pounced on that offer. I cupped my elbows around his sculpted thigh muscles, buried my cheek into his hip, and clung onto Jake's sweaty body for dear life. Once I realized he held me suspended, I slowly opened my eyes.

"You can let go." His chest bounced my navel with a low chuckle. "I've got you."

"Let's test that theory..." I murmured more to myself than him and released one hand.

Jake's grip on my waist tightened but I stayed in place, so I slowly released my other hand. "Huh... Vertical sixty-nine challenge accepted... So, what are you just standing around for?"

My pelvis bounced as he laughed again, but I snuffed those out quickly when my palms clapped around his ass cheeks. With slow, gentle circles from the tip of my index finger, I teased his sensitive ridges from behind as my tongue stroked up and down his length.

I wasn't brave enough for more than mouth-only options and kept my hands' spider monkey clingy on Jake's ass. With a deep breath in, my cheeks hallowed as I sucked him deeply between my teeth and pushed his head against the roof of my mouth on the withdrawal. His legs twitched in response, so I knew I had the right position.

The warm, soft texture of his head, the pulsing sensations in his shaft across my tongue, and the warm, moist buildup of saliva sent shockwaves down, technically up, into my sensitive areas.

My head felt like it swelled up as I hung upside-down but I ignored the sensations once Jake got back to his part of the dildo-retribution deal. My lady bits were far from being ignored and fucking cheered about this position. The short stubble on his upper lip and chin lightly scratched over my sensitive folds with a friction heated from his breath. He kissed and sucked on my outer folds, then stroked his tongue up, down, and around my clit in sharp, jabbing strokes.

My stomach clenched tightly and stars sparkled in the corners of my eyes, compounded with a blood-rushed pressure from the inverted position. I closed my eyes and took in the feeling of his hands on me, the way his tongue flicked at my entrance, and the pleasure that erupted from 'up there.' Just as strong were the sensations of his tightly clenched glute muscles under my palms, the precum taste in my mouth, and the warmth and hardness of him as I sucked and teased him back.

Together, we were a mess of clumsy, desperate hands that clung to each other, since literally I felt like I hung on for dear life. Faster than I'd expected, my brain dizzied further with a rushed forward orgasm, and I fought against my threatened concentration. I ignored how my thighs quivered from Jake's mouth on me and focused on him. As I sucked his cock in strongly towards the back of my throat, his legs shook like two tree trunks in an earthquake, and he slowly lowered himself back to a seated position.

"Sorry," he mumbled and pressed a kiss into the skin on both of my inner thighs. "I'm so close, but if you do that too many more times then I'm worried I'll drop you."

Relief flooded into my brain as he slowly inclined back and relieved the rush of pressure and blood flow down to the crown of my head. I released him from my mouth and panted a few breaths into the side of his thigh, then relaxed my aching palms off of their death grip on his ass.

"Thanks," I mumbled quietly as a smile took over my lips. "For the record, you caved first."

"Sorry, I tried," Jake rasped out in a voice that actually sounded apologetic. "Guess I'll have to make it up to you."

"Lucky for me, I keep score - ahh!" His mouth latched back on me, this time with two of his fingers plunged inside. They circled and roamed until he found and pressed straight into the concentration of nerves on my inner wall. A tremor shook down my spine and my stomach cramped hard when the orgasm ripped through me.

I moaned before I grabbed his cock and sucked until the air was full of Jake's strangled moans. My throat and lips vibrated from my own moan after moan because his fingers and mouth never stopped, not after I orgasmed or took him deeper in my mouth.

Through the shudders of my own release, my nails clenched into his thighs and I swallowed when he erupted into my mouth. With a shaky hand, I gripped his base and stroked up until his release was milked out, then choked down what he had left.

Trembles spread through my weak inner thigh, down to my knee as I lifted it and swung over Jake's frame until I flopped down next to him. My face flamed embarrassingly hot, loud and uneven breaths lifted and heaved my chest, and my pulse buzzed in my ears.

"And?" Jake rasped out between pants.

Damp strings of his hair clung to his forehead, around his ears, and against the side of his neck. He looked sexy as fuck while he panted down his high, with his face flushed red, lips swollen, perspiration glistened on his chest, and his chin shone with... my release. He looked as torn up as I felt but, to his credit, he'd literally done the heavy lifting this time.

"Overrated, but thanks for indulging me." A chiseled bicep muscle passed through my line of vision as I panted myself through post-orgasm euphoria. "I... like your hair longer too."

Oh fuck. Why did I just say that?

Jake lifted his closest arm, rested his bent elbow over his forehead. His knuckles brushed against my shoulder and, like on instinct, I rolled towards him and palmed his chest.

"Really? Come here." Jake hooked his sweaty arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to the wall of heat his side radiated. His wild heartbeat slowed as his breath evened out.

"I still don't completely forgive you for trashing my dildos," I huffed into his armpit.

Jake's eyes slipped closed but his arm hugged me closer. "I know."