Jake's Patience is Rewarded
Thirty minutes passed before Noah finally returned, dressed in fresh clothes, but still carrying the weight of what had just happened between us. His face was flushed with embarrassment, his eyes avoiding mine as he stepped back onto the deck. Jimmy had woken up by now, stretching out on the lounge chair beside me, oblivious to the tension between the two of us.
I wasn’t about to let the moment slip away. As Noah settled into his seat a few feet away, I let my expression soften, my voice low and firm. “You okay?” I asked, my tone steady, a quiet reassurance behind it.
Noah’s eyes flickered with embarrassment, but I didn’t let him retreat any further. I leaned forward slightly, brushing my hand against his arm. “What just happened… That was fuckin’ hot,” I said.
His breath caught, the embarrassment still lingering, but something about the way I looked at him—the way I wasn’t about to let him feel ashamed—seemed to ease him, I wanted him to know I was sincere.
I squeezed his arm gently, just enough to let him know it was okay.
For a moment, our eyes locked, the weight of what had transpired still hanging in the air between us. Noah’s heart was pounding, I could see that, and I knew he was still wrestling with everything—what he’d done, how it made him feel. The guilt was creeping in, and I wasn’t about to let it take over.
He smiled, awkward and hesitant—the hint of something that told me he wasn’t just feeling guilt. He wanted this. He had felt it, just like I had.
I leaned back in my chair, settling in with a quiet sense of satisfaction. Noah was on the edge of something—something bigger than the kiss or the sunscreen. The decision was coming, and I wasn’t worried. I knew it was only a matter of time before Noah would be with me.
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The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft, golden glow over the deck. The earlier tension between Jake and me still lingered in the air, thick and unspoken, but I had managed to regain some composure. Still, despite my best efforts to push it aside, the weight of what had just happened with Jake clung to me, heavy and undeniable.
Jake broke the silence, his voice low and inviting. “Come on, we should talk. Let’s get in the hot tub.” It wasn’t just a suggestion—it was a gentle directive.
I glanced toward Jimmy, who was completely absorbed in his tablet on the lounge chair, oblivious to the shift in the air between Jake and me. But the pull I felt toward Jake was too strong to resist. With a quiet nod, I followed him to the hot tub tucked behind a small privacy screen at the edge of the deck. The steam rose invitingly from the bubbling water, the warmth contrasting with the cooling evening air.
Jake slipped in first, sinking into the water effortlessly. I followed, feeling the soothing heat wash over me, but my heart raced for a different reason. It wasn’t the warmth of the water; it was the magnetic presence of Jake sitting across from me. His intense gaze made me shudder as the air between us grew more charged.
“You okay?” Jake asked, his voice softer now, laced with concern as he leaned forward, his eyes scanning my face.
By now, I knew to expect this question. I answered quickly, forcing the words out. “I’m fine,” I said, too fast, too rehearsed. I knew Jake wouldn’t let me off that easily. The truth was, I wasn’t fine. My mind was a mess of conflicting emotions—guilt, desire, confusion. But somehow, Jake’s calm presence had a way of steadying me, even if just for the moment.
Jake didn’t push any further. He didn’t need to. His quiet patience hung in the space between us, coaxing the truth from me without a word. The longer the silence stretched, the more I felt the weight of what I needed to say.
“I… I’m in a relationship,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “With Sean.”
Jake’s brow furrowed slightly, but he kept his expression composed, his voice gentle. “Are you happy?”
Happy? Was I happy? I’d been asking myself the same thing for days. The truth was, no—I wasn’t happy. Sean and I had been on autopilot for so long, just going through the motions. But saying it out loud—especially to Jake—felt like crossing a line I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
Jake must’ve seen the hesitation in my face. He spoke again, his voice even softer, though I could hear the edge beneath his words. “You don’t have to answer,” he said, though his tone was a challenge in itself. “But it doesn’t seem like you’re happy with your life, Noah.”
My eyes dropped to the water, my fingers absently stirring the ripples. “It’s complicated,” I murmured, my voice tight with emotion. “There’s Sean. The house. The life we’ve built.” I glanced up at Jake, my feelings tangled in guilt and longing.
Jake leaned back slightly, watching me with that steady, unflinching gaze. “Yeah, you’ve got a boyfriend who barely knows you’re there,” he said, his tone calm, but the words hit hard. “But you deserve to be happy, Noah. You and Jimmy both.”
The way he said my name, with such conviction, tugged at something deep inside me—something I had tried to ignore for far too long. It was like Jake could see straight through me, peeling back the layers of doubt I’d been hiding behind.
Jake shifted in the water, moving closer, the warmth of his body palpable even beneath the bubbling surface. “This isn’t a game to me,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “I’m not messing around. I’m here, Noah. I want you. Not just for a night.
His words sank into me, the truth of them crashing over me. Jake wasn’t looking to hook up. He was offering something genuine, something I hadn’t realized I’d been missing.
My chest tightened as I dropped my gaze, my heart racing with emotion. “There’s a ten-year age gap,” I whispered. “And Jimmy… he’s my responsibility.”
Jake’s eyes softened. He moved even closer, his presence comforting but intense. “Age is just a number,” Jake said, his voice steady. “You know that. And as for Jimmy… I care about him. I want to help you. You don’t have to do this alone.”
His words made my heart race, both with hope and fear. He was offering everything I hadn’t known I needed—everything that terrified me.
Then, with a playful glint in his eye, Jake leaned in, breaking the intensity for just a moment. “Besides,” he added, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “has Sean ever made you pop off like you did earlier?”
My face flushed instantly at the memory, lust churning within me. I shook my head with a sheepish grin. “No… that was a first.”
Jake chuckled softly, his hand brushing lightly against mine under the water. His tone was both teasing and tender. “Thought so,” he murmured, his smile smug but sincere. He wasn’t just showing off—he genuinely enjoyed it, just as much as I had.
The air between us grew heavy again, but this time with a different kind of tension. Jake’s hand slid onto my thigh beneath the water, his touch gentle but firm. My breath caught, but I didn’t pull away.
“You deserve more, Noah,” Jake said quietly, his thumb tracing slow circles on my thigh. “Don’t settle for less than what makes you happy.”
His words hit me harder than I expected. I had been settling—convincing myself that this was all there was, that this was how life was supposed to be. But Jake had shattered that illusion, and now there was no going back.
Jake moved even closer, his leg pressing against mine under the water. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine, and he didn’t stop. He reached out, pulling me into an embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me.
The hug was warm, solid—Jake’s chest pressed against mine, his body holding me close. For a moment, all my confusion melted away. I just let myself feel his strength, the safety in his arms. My hands rested on his firm quad, the hard muscle beneath my fingers only amplifying the connection between us.
Jake shifted slightly, his hips pressing gently against mine, the movement subtle but enough for me to feel his arousal. “You feel that?” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot. “This is what you do to me.”
As usual, it was intense. The slow, steady pressure was a reminder of the tension simmering just beneath the surface. My breath hitched, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t.
Jake’s voice dropped again, his tone low and rough with sincerity. “I want you, Noah.”
His words hit me with a force I wasn’t prepared for. I could feel the truth of it, feel the weight of everything he was offering. My world narrowed to just the two of us, the steam from the hot tub swirling around us like a protective cocoon. In Jake’s arms, everything felt right—everything felt possible.
Slowly, Jake released me from the embrace, his eyes holding mine as he stood up, water cascading down his body. “I’ll leave you to think about it,” he said, his voice soft but full of promise.
As Jake walked toward the house, droplets of water running down his sculpted form, my mind spun with everything he had said, the weight of our conversation settling deep in my chest.
Jimmy was already half-asleep on the lounge chair. I watched as Jake scooped him up effortlessly, carrying him inside. The sight of Jake with Jimmy—a strange sense of normalcy, like this was how things were supposed to be—made me feel things I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time.
Dinner was quiet, the tension between us replaced by a comfortable silence. We exchanged occasional glances across the table, but words felt unnecessary. Afterward, I tucked Jimmy into bed, watching him settle peacefully, oblivious to the turmoil swirling inside me.
When I returned to the living room, I saw Jake standing out on the deck, staring out at the horizon. A heavy sigh escaped me. I was at a crossroads now, and there was no denying it—Jake was offering me something real, something I couldn’t ignore anymore.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving a wash of oranges and purples that faded into the soft twilight. The sky grew darker with every passing minute, and the first stars began to twinkle above the calm lake. Jake stood on the deck, staring out at the water, the sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore in the background. The scene was peaceful, but my mind was anything but.
As I approached, something about Jake's presence both grounded me and sent an electric current through me. He’d changed into a loose, unbuttoned beach shirt that fluttered in the warm evening breeze, barely covering his chest. I tried to focus on something else, but I couldn’t help stealing glances at him, the way his body seemed to glow under the soft moonlight. It felt surreal, like a moment too perfect to be real, too intense to make sense of.
We stood side by side, and the silence between us was heavy, filled with everything left unsaid. My thoughts drifted back to our conversation in the hot tub—Jake’s words still echoing in my mind. You deserve more. Don’t settle.
Jake broke the silence first, his voice low and reflective. “This has been the best weekend I’ve had in a long time,” he said, still gazing out over the shimmering water. His words were so calm, so easy, like he didn’t carry the weight of the confusion that twisted in my gut.
Hearing him say that made my heart clench. I wanted to feel the same. I wanted to let go of all the uncertainty and guilt, to just exist in this perfect little bubble we’d created. But I couldn’t. Deep down, I knew that accepting how I felt about Jake meant unravelling everything with Sean. That reality hung over me like a storm cloud, darkening what should have been a peaceful evening.
Jake must have sensed the shift in my mood because he turned to face me, his expression soft and full of concern. “What’s on your mind?” he asked gently, his hand finding its way to my shoulder.
I felt a lump rise in my throat, and for a second, I wasn’t sure I could speak. “I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Accepting this—accepting how I feel about you—means ending everything with Sean. It means admitting that my life isn’t what I thought it was.”
Jake’s brow furrowed slightly, but his hand stayed steady on my shoulder. “And is that such a bad thing?” he asked quietly, his voice filled with empathy, but there was a challenge there too. “If what you’ve got with Sean isn’t making you happy, is it worth holding on to?”
I stared at Jake, my heart pounding. His question lingered in the air, forcing me to confront the truth I had been avoiding. But, the fear of letting go—of stepping into something new and uncertain—felt paralyzing.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”
Jake nodded, his expression understanding, though there was a firmness in his tone that told me he wouldn’t let me run from this forever. “You don’t have to decide tonight,” he said, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “But you deserve to be with someone who makes you feel alive. Someone who’s in it with you.”
His words hit me hard, pressing down on me with a weight I wasn’t prepared for. I wanted to say something—to argue, or explain, or push back—but instead, I found myself leaning into his touch. There was something so comforting in the way he held me, offering strength without asking for anything in return.
The sound of the waves faded into the background as Jake took a step closer, sliding his arm around my shoulders, pulling me gently into his side. His body was warm and solid, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to relax, resting my cheek against his chest.
Jake’s hand moved in slow, soothing circles across my back, each motion calming me in ways I hadn’t expected. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my head, hear the soft sound of his breathing as we stood there, wrapped in the quiet of the night.
After a few minutes, Jake’s voice broke the stillness, calm but deliberate. “I want you to share my bed tonight,” he said, his tone resolved yet gentle. “But only if it feels right to you.”
My breath caught at his offer. My heart raced as I looked up at him, searching his gaze for any sign of pressure or expectation. But all I found was reassurance. The thought of crossing that line—of sharing his bed—was both terrifying and exhilarating. Logic screamed at me to be cautious, to think of the consequences, but there was another part of me—the part that craved his touch, the warmth I found in his arms—that wanted to give in.
Jake’s gaze stayed steady, and the soft smile on his lips told me he understood what I was feeling. “It’s up to you,” he said again, his voice gentle. “Whatever you want.”
I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. I wasn’t sure what the night would bring or whether I was ready for it, but one thing was clear: I wanted to be with Jake. I wanted to see where this connection would lead, to stop fighting against what felt so inevitable.
“I want to,” I whispered, my voice trembling but sure. “I want to be with you.”
Jake’s smile widened, something deeper flashing in his eyes as he reached out to take my hand. “Come on,” he said softly, leading me toward the house.
I followed him, my heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and nerves. The sound of the waves receded behind us as we stepped inside, leaving the moonlit deck and the calm of the evening behind.
The house was quiet, the soft creak of the floorboards the only sound between us. Something had changed; the tension still enveloped us but gone was the sharp, unsure edge I was feeling before. It was deeper now, pulsing between us, and my heart was pounding as I followed Jake through the dim hallway.
When we reached the bedroom, Jake stopped just inside the doorway, turning to face me. The moonlight poured through the windows, bathing the room in a soft glow that made everything feel surreal. Jake let go of my hand, stepping back slightly, his gaze steady but filled with desire. “You decide what happens here, tonight,” he said softly, his voice a calming force against the storm of thoughts racing through my head.
I hesitated, only for a moment, before stepping forward. My hands found their way to his chest, and I could feel the solid, warm muscle beneath his shirt. I quickly tugged the shirt off his shoulders, exposing the sculpted lines of his torso. He was perfect—every inch of him.
Jake’s breath hitched at the touch, watching me with those dark, intense eyes that always seemed to see right through me. I sensed he was curious how far I would go. My fingers roamed over his chest and down his abs, feeling every ridge of muscle beneath his skin. The connection between us sparked, each touch sending a pulse of heat through me. I kissed him, soft at first, but as the heat built between us, it became more urgent, more desperate.
Jake’s hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer, but he let me set the pace. The feel of his bare skin against mine was intoxicating, fueling the desire to explore more, to feel more. I broke the kiss, my breath shaky as I met his gaze, my heart hammering in my chest.
Without saying a word, I guided Jake toward the bed. He followed, his eyes never leaving mine. When we reached the edge, I gently pushed him down onto the mattress. He sat back, his hands bracing himself as he looked up at me, waiting, yet burning with desire. The sight of him—his sculpted body bathed in moonlight, his eyes dark with hunger, made me shudder lustfully.
I knelt between his legs, my hands moving to the waistband of his pants. I locked eyes with him, gasping softly. “I want to do this with you!” Jake responded by lifting his hips just enough for me to pull them down, exposing his hard length. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. He was big. He was bigger than I had expected. My face was flushed with desire. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and I could feel the weight of him, hard and throbbing in my hand.
I stared at his manhood, standing proud, his head already slick with anticipation. For a second, I hesitated, the size of him making me wonder if I could take him all the way. But the desire to please him, to feel him lose control under my touch, drove me forward. I leaned in, my lips brushing the head of his cock, tasting his arousal. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, the warmth of him filling me as I slid down his length.
Jake groaned above me, a low, rumbling sound that made me tingle. I tried to take him deeper, but I was unaccustomed to his dimensions. The sheer size of him made me gag, my throat tightening, even spasming around him. I pulled back slightly, catching my breath, but I didn’t stop. I wanted this—I wanted to give him everything.
I pushed forward again, more determined this time. My hand stroked the base of his cock while my mouth worked the rest, my tongue swirling around the head as I took him deeper, gagging slightly again but refusing to back down. Jake’s hand found the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, he didn’t push—he just held me there, letting me set the pace.
“Fuck, Noah,” he groaned, his hips twitching slightly as I took him deeper. The sound of his voice, the way he said my name, made me yearn to please him in ways I had only wished for, prior to now. I hollowed my cheeks, taking as much of him as I could, gagging again but forcing myself to keep going, to overrule my body’s reaction to Jake’s throbbing cock.I needed him to know how badly I wanted this, how far I was willing to go to satisfy him.
Jake’s groans grew louder, his breaths coming in sharp gasps as I worked him with my mouth and hand, my body humming with arousal as I consumed him. Every time I gagged, I pulled back slightly, only to dive forward again, determined to take more of him, to push myself further for his pleasure.
It wasn’t long before I felt Jake’s hips tense beneath me, his cock throbbing in my mouth as he neared the moment we would take our relationship to a new level. His hand tightened in my hair, and I knew he was close. I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. My nose was pressed flat into his neatly trimmed pubes. More than anything in the world, I wanted to feel him come undone.
With a deep groan, Jake’s body tensed, and I felt the hot rush of his jizz hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, my body shuddering with the intensity of the moment. Jake’s groans filled the room, his fingers gripping my hair as he rode out the waves of pleasure. I swallowed again, and again, proudly taking everything he gave me, my body humming with satisfaction as I pulled back, my lips swollen and my breath ragged.
I looked up at him, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. Jake’s eyes were heavy with desire, but there was something more—something deeper. He reached down, his hand gently brushing my cheek, his touch full of reverence.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from pleasure.
I smiled, my heart pounding as I lifted myself up, kneeling between his massive quads, my own arousal pulsing through me, demanding more. But before I could say anything, Jake’s hands were on me, pulling me toward him, his lips crashing against mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. His hands moved to my waist, quickly unfastening my pants and sliding them down, leaving me exposed to him.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with mine. “I want you,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “I want to fuck you. But only if you’re ready.”
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Noah’s breath hitched, and I could feel the tension in his body. He nodded, barely able to speak. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice shaky but sure. “I want it.”
Hearing those words sent a rush of heat through me. My cock was already hardening anew, pressing against him, my body responding to what was about to happen. Noah was straddling me, his weight pressing down on my hip, his skin flushed with desire.
I reached up, my hands gripping his hips, feeling the warmth of his body as I shifted beneath him. Noah leaned down, his lips brushing against mine, but I needed more. The urge to claim him, to feel him beneath me, grew stronger with each passing second. I knew what I had to do.
With a swift but gentle motion, I shifted our positions, rolling Noah onto his back. I moved with ease, positioning myself over him, supporting my weight on my elbows as I hovered above him. His body fit perfectly beneath mine, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. The need between us was undeniable.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against Noah’s neck, just below his ear. I licked the skin there, tasting the faint salt of his sweat, and moaned into his ear. “I hope you’re ready for me to blow your mind,” I confidently whispered, my voice thick with desire. The sound of his breath hitching beneath me only made my need for him stronger. Every touch, every shudder, stoked my desire to new heights.
I positioned myself at his entrance, my cock hard and ready, pressing gently against him. Slowly, I pushed forward, feeling the tightness of his body as he began to accommodate me. Noah shuddered beneath me, his hands clutching at my back, and I pulled back just a little before pressing in again, a bit deeper this time. I wanted to take my time, to savour every inch of him.
His body tightened around me, and I could hear his soft gasps, the sound of pleasure and tension mixing together. “You feel so good,” I murmured, licking his neck again as I advanced another inch, savouring the sensation of his body adjusting to mine. His moans were like music, each one making it harder for me to hold back.
Noah’s hips bucked slightly beneath me, his body arching as I pushed in deeper. His eyes fluttered shut, his lips parted as he moaned urgently. The pleasure between us was building with each slow, deliberate thrust, his legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, wanting more.
I paused, hovering above him, feeling the tight warmth of his body surrounding me. “Look at me,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. I needed to see his eyes, to feel that connection between us. Slowly, his eyes opened, dark and hazy with desire, locking onto mine.
Our gazes held as I pushed deeper, his body trembling beneath me. The intensity in his eyes, the way he looked at me—like he wanted this as badly as I did—made me lose myself in him. My pace quickened slightly, each movement intended to draw out our pleasure, to build the tension between us.
Noah’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body arching up to meet each thrust. The heat between us was overwhelming, his soft gasps and moans spurring me on. I could feel the way his body responded to mine, the tightness of him, the way he gripped me from the inside, further intensifying my arousal.
“I want you to feel everything,” I whispered against his lips, my voice thick with emotion. “Every bit of pleasure.” I thrust deeper, probing as his body tightened around me. I fought to maintain control, to keep the pace slow and steady, even as my own release threatened to come too soon.
Noah’s hands grasped my lats, his nails digging into my skin as his body tensed beneath me. The rhythm between us was growing more urgent with every thrust. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened as he approached the edge.
“Come for me,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear. “I want to feel you let go.”
His cry was immediate, soft, almost desperate, as he convulsed in orgasm. His body shuddered, his muscles tightening around me as he came hard, his seed shooting up, coating my abs. The sensation of him trembling beneath me, the sight of him so lost in ecstasy, pushed me over the edge. With a final deep thrust, I buried myself inside him, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave.
The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, as my body shuddered with the force of my climax. I continued to thrust, matching each pulse of my orgasm. I was deep inside him, our bodies fit together perfectly.
For a long moment, I stayed like that, tangled together, the heat of the moment still thrumming between us. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath mine, his breathing slowly calming as the waves of pleasure receded.
Slowly, I began to pull out, reluctant to separate from him. Every inch felt like I was leaving part of myself behind. As I withdrew, I watched Noah, his body still trembling from the intensity of what we had just shared. His eyes were half-closed, lips parted, and there was a softness to him now, a vulnerability that made me want to pull him close again. But I stayed still for a moment, just staring down at him, taking in the way his chest rose and fell, how his skin glowed in the moonlight.
Gently, I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, my fingers lingering on his skin. “You’re perfect,” I whispered, my voice full of sincerity and awe. The connection between us, the trust, the intimacy—it was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
A small, tired smile played at the corners of his lips. “So are you,” he murmured, his voice soft, full of warmth and contentment.
I settled beside him, pulling him close as the cool night air drifted in through the open window. The moonlight bathed the room in a soft, serene glow, and everything felt… right.
Noah’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing into mine, and soon, he had drifted off to sleep. I held him close, my arm wrapped around him, and as the night wore on, the steady rhythm of his breathing slowly lulled me into my own peaceful rest. Whatever came next, I knew we’d face it together.
