A/N: Mature content.

"I want you," Jake growled out forcibly, almost possessively.

My eyes bulged at his abrupt intrusion and my outer folds stung as he rolled them inwards. All the air rushed from my lungs and they burned with each raspy, shallow breath I drew inward. He paused at the tiny whimper I bit back, so I reached down and adjusted myself around his base. While down there, my fingers dipped into the arousal that coated and warmed my skin, which pulsed around his full submersion in me.

From the fullness of him buried inside me to the base, I swore his tip poked up into my navel. My insides squeezed around him in a tight suction-like grasp as we exchanged nothing but dull, heated pulses between us.

Gone were all the signs of Jake's patience, replaced with a dark, fiery glare in his eyes that looked less like a gentle smoldering and more a powder keg primed for a spark. Tension knotted and locked up the arm muscles caged around me. With a low groan, I clenched my inner muscles down hard, which slacked Jake's jaw but he remained still.

The longer he held back, a secondary wave of tension strained Jake's body from where it loomed over mine. From the hardened look in his eyes to the small vein protruded on the side of his neck, to the warmth that radiated from his hands palmed flat on his desk beside my hips, to his clamped down abdominal muscles, Jake fought against his own restraint as he held back. His flushed-pink chest heaved as much as mine and his breath puffed out in short, hot pants that fanned over my neck and chest.

Socks were the only clothing we both wore anymore. While my nipples itched against the hard, smooth skin of his chest, he ignored them and latched his lips onto the non-sensitive side of my neck. As my pulse quickened, I slacked my neck and exhaled sharply.

This time, his lips moved slowly and patiently. His tongue dragged gently in between open-mouthed kisses that raised goosebumps on my skin and slacked my head backwards. My pulse throbbed harder in response, painfully on the side he'd attacked and softly where we stayed connected.

At his cock's lack of movement, I groaned loudly and threaded my fingers through his soft, damp hair. My fingertips rubbed over his scalp and dragged lazily over the curled strands until they slipped off.

I brushed my lips over the shell of his ear. "Fuck me already, Jake. I want -"

Right when Jake's hips drew back, a loud crack sounded underneath me. I pitched downward with a yelp as gravity took me down ass-first, feet-second. He slipped out of me completely as I tumbled onto the floor with a now broken piece of his desk buried under both my ass and my dignity.

"Oh fuck!" I cursed when hard pieces of wood cut into my butt, outer thighs, and back of my knees. A hearty laugh rose up almost as quickly as I'd fallen down when I realized Jake's desk surface had broken like the damn stone table in Narnia.

"Shit, are you okay?" Jake bent over and reached his hands to mine.

My shoulders shook and eyes beaded up with tears as I squeezed them shut and laughed harder. Once I realized none of Jake's desk stuff was damaged, only the surface, maniacal laughs erupted out of me, over and over. I laughed like a ridiculous hyena high on helium until my sides cramped and my stomach clenched painfully hard.

Delilah was right, flimsy furniture.

Once I opened my eyes and wiped them, my laughs choked up and subsided not at the surprised look Jake gave me, but the small indentation on the drywall behind him. I pointed at it with my eyes. "We did that too?"

When he nodded, I cupped my hand over my mouth against the second round of hearty laughs that bounced my shoulders.

The heated moment broken up, Jake sighed and dragged one hand through his hair. "Yeah," he admitted with a half-grin. "It was hot though."

His hands scooped around me, one behind my shoulders and the other behind my knees. With a grunt, he lifted me off his desk and gently set me down on his bed. With a light touch from his fingers, he rolled me onto my stomach and skimmed over the back of my legs and dip in my lower back.

"Sure you're okay? Your ass is pink."

His palms rubbed over the area, which only elicited a strangled moan from my mouth. A sly grin replaced his downturned mouth, his grip tightened on my heated flesh, and I moaned louder. With one yanked movement, he rolled me over and knelt down with his knees inside mine.

"Guess I'll have to go gentler." He brushed the tip of his nose against mine, which I wrinkled up at that suggestion.

"I'd rather you tossed me into the wall again and splintered my ass," I admitted since remnant embers of anger still flickered inside me.

"Fine," he grumbled, reached down, and parted my opening. With a slower entrance, he pushed inside, then steadied his knees and palmed one hand into the bed for support. "Still good?"

Before I responded 'move already,' he lifted my legs one at a time and ground my heels onto his chest, right below his clavicle bones. I groaned from the stretch down the back of my legs as he leaned forwards.

With slow forward pushes of his hips, he pushed me a few inches back on the bed with him still buried inside. The deeper push flung my head back onto the cool, soft comforter with a soft puff sound. By the time his knees dipped the bed down, my lower back curved upwards an inch.

From where Jake loomed over me, his chin dipped down. Dark heat pooled in his eyes as they focused on where we connected. From this angle, I felt so full, like he invaded himself so deeply that I wasn't sure if I was ready to move. The depth he pressed into bordered the perfect level of internally stretched pain that also felt fucking fantastic.

My lashes fluttered against my cheeks when he withdrew slowly but slammed back in with a punishing forward thrust. The slapped force ripped a soft cry from my lips. I fisted the smooth, soft sheets at my sides and clamped my insides down at the welcomed intrusion. He repeated the pace, a slow withdrawal followed by a slammed forward thrust. My hips rocked off the sheets on repeat until warmth flowed off my lower back.

I groaned when his hands clamped around my outer thighs, opened them wider, and he increased the pace. Each entrance turned harder, as his hips snapped forwards and pelvis smacked into mine. A soft squeal escaped me each time he rammed deep inside me, right along my inner walls. With heated throbs, they swelled and ached until they felt double in size.

"Fuck, why can't you just see it," he cursed out quietly, his eyes dark and hooded over me.

Perspiration shone over his chest and highlighted the sparse, dark hairs that clung to his skin. His palms clamped down harder until they pinched into my skin as he pounded me relentlessly. My breasts bounced like I rode out an earthquake and my nipples ached.

Among Jake's grunts and whatever the fuck my unrecognizable noises were, loud slaps of skin-to-skin contact intermixed with squelches from the fluid that now seeped out of me. His warm sacs slapped the bottom of my entrance and I moaned from the hard, deep thrusts he impaled me with.

With each grunted out word, he rammed into me harder. My body writhed itself into wrenched tension and responded to every one he said.

"I -" My spine trembled as the inner pressure in my pelvis crested and my internal floodgates crashed open.

"Just -" An upward arch in my lower back pushed my breasts into my chin.

"Want -" The internal pressure inside me burst with another clamped down spasm.

My throat burned as I screeched like a banshee, "Ahhhh!!"

"- You." With one more push, Jake's cock erupted warmth inside me.

Jake's thrusts slowed, he leaned backwards, and removed my feet from his chest. They flopped useless and quivered on either side of me as I panted down my thundered heartbeat. A few pushes later, he stilled over me and breathed a few heavy breaths.

He leaned forwards, brushed his hair over my cheek as he bent down, and pressed a slow, soft kiss on the painful side of my neck. I groaned as his cock angled in deeper. He trailed his nose gently up towards my ear, then kissed me gently on the lips.

"Just you," his whispered words trembled across my shoulders and down my spine a lot more than my orgasm had. "Please understand that."

Tears rose up behind my closed eyes as he removed himself from me, which left me with an empty, colder sensation. Jake noticed the goosebumps that spread up my arms and tucked his blankets over me. After he disposed of the condom, he launched me up in the air an inch from how hard he fell into bed next to me.

After the most confusing, desperately emotion-soaked sex I'd ever had in my life, Jake and I both stared up at the ceiling. We laid, side-by-side and as still as corpses. Only our chests heaved and dipped. Soft breaths were the only sound between us as the sobering reality of my ridiculous, unhinged behavior sunk in.

Fuck, this is beyond awkward. Time to bail.

Once my pulse slowed, I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my right hand. Just when I palmed it into the bed so I sat up and left with nothing but shame and embarrassment over how desperately unhinged I felt, Jake's hand wrapped around it.

I couldn't believe the meek, uncertain words that tumbled out of my mouth... again, "Did you really share a movie night with her?"

My eyes clenched so tightly shut, tiny white dots swam in the sea of blackness. Mentally, I hurled every curse word in my vocabulary at myself. Heat rose in my cheeks as how pathetically silent I was when Emily threw one verbal shot after another at me and I'd said nothing. Normally I chewed up and spat out bitches like her with no effort but uncharacteristically, I just stood and took her roasts.

I wasn't sure who'd crawled into Harper Reynolds' skin tonight but I hated her.

With a slow breath, I opened my eyes when a quiet chuckle sounded out. Jake's head turned towards me and a lazy grin pulled across his thin lips. He flicked his tongue over the dried cracks in his upper and lower lips while his eyes studied mine. "You wanna go to the movie nights? Fuck, I'd like you to be there."

"No." I clamped my hand over my eyes. My shredded dignity grasped onto and clung to one last lie, "I'm just pissed at the idea you'd break our deal. This -" I waved a hand over my vagina, "- doesn't deserve to be subjected to your STD-covered one-nighters."

Jake's dark eyes rolled and he exhaled sharply. The bed dipped as he rolled towards me until he stacked his broad shoulders and side-faced me. His top hand lifted up and warmth flowed from his palm as it cupped around my jaw. "First off, I'm clean because I've only been with you. But I'll get tested again to remind you if you need me to."

My lips parted at the oddly sweet gesture, but he stroked his thumb over my cheek and continued, "Second, why the fuck would I want anyone else when this..." My heart thumped harder in my chest at the softness that both crept into his voice and seeped into his gaze. "Is right here?"

In that moment, where adoration poured out of his eyes, my hands curled up and fisted the sheets at my chest. My heart pounded so loudly in my ears, I couldn't hear my own thoughts until one last self-preservation attempt lashed out between the thunderous beats.

It's only for what we just did.

"So, I'm just... easily accessible." I blinked blankly at him, sat up abruptly, and swung my legs over the side of his bed. "Sure know how to toss out the compliments."

My dry comment only earned me a quiet groan from Jake. By the time my eyes met his, they flashed with warmth. "I think we should talk about it on our next date."

"Oh, fuck no."

I must've worn a horrified expression with that sentiment, because Jake frowned and gave me welcomed news, "With the road games, I probably can't take you out until the UCLA game weekend."

"Games, yes." Relief from the slight diversion relaxed my strained temples. "Focus on your games. Your crazy-ass family is going to the first one."

"Figured that." He exhaled sharply out his nose, then pointed one of his index fingers at me. "But I am taking you out Sunday after UCLA. And the week after that is a bye-week, so -"

"More dates is the last thing we need," I snapped, palmed my hands on the edge of the bed, and gathered whatever strength my shaky legs still held inside.

"Are you alright? It's like -" Jake stopped for a moment, rolled back over flat on his back, and checked his phone. The weight of his eyes lifted over the screen at me and a quiet sigh hit my ears, followed by a soft, warm press into my bare shoulder. "Fuck, I thought... Change of plans. You're staying, firecracker. At least a little longer."

"What -" I sat up when he scooped his arms under my knees and tossed my naked ass right back onto the middle of his bed. Just when my heart rate picked up because, why not a second round, he stood up and put on his discarded boxers. With one reach down, he tossed me my clothes, stood up with his laptop in his hands, and carried it over.

"Porn doesn't do much for me," I reminded him with a smirk and slipped my bra and shirt back on. A low groan left my lips when I put my damp underwear back on and felt like I'd peed myself.

"We're not watching porn." He scoffed but his suggestion piqued my interest, "We're watching whatever the fuck you want."

"Really?" My brain shifted through the girliest options possible. "Hmm... The Proposal."

Love me some Betty White. Especially her wine glass size.

A soft snort left Jake's mouth, but he tapped onto his laptop keyboard. After a few moments, he set it down between our feet and rummaged through his pile of busted up desk drawers. With a ridiculously cute grin, he slid himself back next to me under the covers and handed me a brown wrapper candy bar.

"Seriously?" I groaned at the Snickers bar suggestion and what it implied.

Jake's grin only widened further, until his left cheek's dimple made an appearance. "Griff's always telling me I need them for pissy moods."

"I'm nwhot pwhisseee," I grumbled around the chocolate nougat and caramel goodness stuffed in my mouth. With a sharp look from Jake, I swallowed and admitted, "You might be right. I'm off today."

Thankfully, Jake offered no insightful suggestions like it was that time of the month, time of the year, or both. Instead, he just sat silently, close enough that his body head radiated off his bare torso.

The first twenty minutes of the movie passed silently, until Jake's shoulder pushed against mine. Since stiffly upright wasn't comfortable, I slid down and dipped my right ear onto the warm skin stretched over his shoulder muscle. Without a word, he lifted his arm and my shoulder tucked under his armpit. My cheek met the soft spot between his pec muscle and armpit.

With a slow breath, I relaxed into his side and kicked my legs out straight. He grunted quietly, grabbed my left knee, and dragged it across his legs until I spooned against his side. We laid another ten minutes like that, with only soft breaths traded between us until I rolled slightly back onto my back because my right arm and hand tingled with needle-like sensations.

Jake drew my attention when he rolled slightly towards me and his right hand clamped down on my right thigh. The other hand on my back lasted there for three seconds, curled around me in a half-hug, then rubbed up the side of my ribs and settled between my breasts. My lips pressed together tightly as I braced for a groping session, but he just palmed his hand flat where my heart rammed painfully hard against my chest.

Faint pulses erupted between my legs, in the area still sensitive from earlier but ready and willing for whatever the fuck he had in mind.

Warm, soft breaths fanned over my right ear and tickled the side of my neck with raised goosebumps. Gentle lips wrapped around my earlobe, followed by a sharp sting of teeth that opened my mouth in a sharp inhale.

"Your pulse is racing," he taunted me quietly, but his lips were so close to my ear that it sounded like he shouted.

Warmth built up and throbbed between my legs as his lips dragged wet, sloppy kisses down the side of my neck, then back up for another bite on my earlobe. This time, with my skin a lot more sensitive, a low moan strangled itself in my throat.

"It's for Ryan Reynolds' abs." My eyes flitted sideways since that actor wasn't even on the screen.

I made no attempts to move because my skin tingled everywhere he touched. My teasing earned me another ear bite and I rolled my lips inward at the moan that wanted to escape.

"My abs are better." His chest rumbled with a chuckle.

In a raspy, strained voice, I choked out, "I don't think you're watching the movie, Jake."

"I said watch what you want," he murmured vibrations right below my ear, followed by a kiss pressed against the hinge in my jaw. "I'm watching what I want."

"Jake -" I swallowed hard since this exchange, while it definitely fired up my lady bits again, felt more like a point he wanted made.

He proved me right with a nearly growled threat, "And don't you fucking ask me if I did this with Emily. I sat an entire couch cushion away from her and wished you were there instead."

The hand on my thigh tugged my right leg wider open, until it hooked over both his knees. Like a pried open clamshell, Jake bent my knee and exposed my clothed but still sensitive core area to him. I groaned when the tips of his fingers traced soft circles over the outside of my leggings, damp with a new round of arousal, and lifted my hips up as his hand threaded inside the waistline.

His index and middle finger slipped along my skin, right to the warm beat in my center. In slow, torturous strokes, he rubbed up and down my outer folds, which flamed sensitive after our earlier fuck.

"Jake," I groaned out when his fingers pressed harder and shifted into circular - no, figure eight - movements.

"Watch your movie and let me take care of you," he whispered as his lips went back to work on my neck.

In a not-at-all subtle move that earned Jake a snort, his other hand lifted off my chest. He grabbed my right hand, threaded it up under his shirt, and palmed it flat on the ridged muscles above his navel. "There."

Right when I was about to remind him that I wasn't an 'abs girl,' his lips latched onto my neck. My lashes fluttered against my cheeks the next time I blinked and exerted some much-needed effort so my eyes focused forwards. From where my fingers rested over his abdominal muscles, I was beyond distracted by the time his hand returned to the center of my chest.

Betty who? Betty spaghetti?

Beyond ready by the time two of his fingers dipped inside, my hips rocked up and thrust them in deeper. Jake grunted, his abs clenched, and the hand on my chest slid up to the base of my neck. With light pressure, his thumb and index finger squeezed into the sides of my neck, nowhere near my breathing tunnel but enough pressure that I felt pinned in place. A tension I hadn't realized locked up my spine dissolved, waves of stress and apprehension released from my arms, legs, and torso, and I melted.

With one press of his thumb on the sensitive cluster of nerves at the top of my folds, my groans turned louder. "Ahhh..." I slacked my neck and pressed my cheek into the warmth of his chest.

Jake took the invitation and pushed a third finger inside me, which earned him both my hands gripped around his wrist. My nails dug into his skin as my insides squeezed around him. Already, more breathy moans rushed out of me as I rubbed my hips against his slow, steady thrusts.

"Jake..." I grunted when his fingers curled inward, right into the arousal I couldn't have hidden if I'd tried.

Tension radiated out from the contact spot, so I clenched my inner muscles against it for relief. Jake hummed into my neck, pursed his lips on one spot, and sucked hard. He curled his fingers in light, steady movements along my inner wall, which swelled and squeezed tighter the more he worked it over.

"Fuck, right there." My fingers wrenched into Jake's wrist as my insides spasmed around his fingers. An aching sensation erupted from where he rubbed and my hips rocked as I chased the waves of pleasure that followed. My thighs quivered as I groaned out and buried my face right where Jake's heart pounded loudly.

My own chest pitched with uneven breaths as I relaxed into the letdown. With a shaky finger, I pointed at the laptop screen that now flashed a USC screensaver. "I was watching that."

"Go back to it." He reset the screen, then adjusted the bulge in his pants like it wasn't now the size of a fucking parking cone. Probably since he saw my attention drawn there, he mumbled, "I'll be fine."

"Who are you?" My eyebrows raised with the suspicion that rose inside me. He looked like the same dick-driven asshole Jake but -

His shoulders lifted slightly. "Not a guy who forces a girl to have sex when she's on her period." Guilt flooded into his eyes with that admission. "I'm really sorry, I got caught up in the moment Harper. I didn't realize -"

"I'm not..." I stopped when his simple acknowledgment hit me like I'd been run over by a high-speed train.

How did he know?

"Yeah, you are," he tossed out casually and held up his phone. "I put when it happened last time into my calendar since I felt like shit sleeping with you then..."

He paused but the sideways look was enough that I clearly got his 'just like today' unspoken words.

"Don't read too much into it, you were bitchier than normal." At my continued stare up at him, my lips parted slightly open, he rolled his eyes. "And give me some credit, I did pick up a little living with Ellie."

"Right..." I mumbled quietly and dragged my eyes back to the movie.

With her PCOS, Ellie unfortunately had severely shitty periods. She wasn't any moodier than me but she'd been on birth control since she was fifteen to regulate them. It worked, but she bled heavily and her extremely painful periods occasionally left her bed-ridden on a cocktail of Midol and painkillers.

Unlike Ellie, I didn't bleed anymore but my pelvis still bloated, occasionally cramped, and lady bits dried out. As Jake had noticed, I was just as susceptible to monthly moodiness but that wasn't the only reason I'd been so... emotionally off today.

Yet, by the lightness I felt inside, the floaty orgasm-high hormones helped. Jake's slow, torturous build up the second time sunk in deeper when I realized it was an unusual display of empathy.

Fucker tried to make me feel better.

I flung my top arm over his chest and murmured quietly, "Thank you. I'm sorry I... got crazy."

His only response was a light kiss pressed into the top of my head, which fluttered an awkward, uncertain sensation in my chest. I buried it down and slid my hand down to the waistband of his boxers, which earned me a quiet groan.

"Harper," he grunted out as I threaded my hand into the open seam and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It pulsed warmly in my palms but he assured me, "I'm good, we don't -"

"Not our only option," I reminded him and dropped my eyes down to his lap, where his dick hadn't changed its 'ready when you are' position. With a slight drag of my tongue over my lips, I added, "Let's call it rewarding good behavior."