Chapter 4: Raw Commitment
The trailer door groans on its hinges as I push it open, the scent of sawdust and sweat thick in the air. The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. Jake’s voice comes from the back, low and rough. “Took you long enough.”
I don’t answer. My fingers tremble as I set my suitcase down, the weight of it suddenly too much. The trailer is a mess of blueprints, half-empty coffee cups, and the faint hum of a radio playing something old and slow.
Jake leans against the counter, his arms crossed, his biceps straining against the sleeves of his white T-shirt. His blue eyes are sharp, tracking my every movement. The air between us is thick with something unspoken, something dangerous.
"You came back," he says, his voice low. "Didn't think you had it in you."
I swallow hard, my throat dry. "I shouldn't have."
He pushes off the counter, moving toward me with that slow, deliberate stride of his. Every step makes the floorboards groan under his weight. "But you did." His fingers catch the strap of my purse, tugging me closer. "And now you're here."
I should pull away. I should run.
The thought flickers through my mind, but my body refuses to obey. Jake’s fingers tighten around the strap of my purse, pulling me into the heat of his body. His scent—sweat, sawdust, and something darkly masculine—wraps around me like a drug. "You’re shaking," he murmurs, his thumb brushing the pulse point in my wrist. "Nervous?"
I force a laugh, but it sounds brittle. "Should I be?"
His grin is slow, predatory. "Fuck yeah." Before I can react, he spins me, pressing me against the rough metal wall of the trailer.
The cold surface bites into my back, but his body is a furnace against mine. His hands are everywhere—rough, demanding, claiming. One tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. The other shoves up my skirt, fingers digging into my bare ass. "Fuck, you’re already wet for me," he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin. His fingers plunge into me without warning, two thick digits stretching me open. I gasp, my knees buckling as pleasure spikes through me. "That’s right, you little slut," he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot.
I then kneel in front of him, feeling a need to please him, my gOD.
I unzip his jeans, pulling out his thick cock, already hard and throbbing in my hand. I lick the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum, my eyes locked on his. He groans, his hand tightening in my hair, guiding me down his shaft. I take him deep, my throat relaxing around his girth, my lips stretching obscenely around his length. He fucks my mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts, his hips rolling as he uses me. I gag around him, tears pricking my eyes, but I don’t stop. I want this. I need this.
"Fuck, yes," he growls, his voice rough with pleasure.
"Take it all, baby. You know you love this cock." His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me down harder, forcing me to swallow his thick length. I gag around him, my throat working to accommodate his size, but I don’t stop. The raw, filthy act of being used like this sends a rush of heat between my legs, my pussy throbbing with need.
He pulls me off him with a wet pop, his cock glistening with my saliva. "Stand up," he commands, his voice rough. I obey, my legs shaking as I rise.
Jake’s hands are on me instantly, tearing at my blouse, buttons scattering across the trailer floor. The fabric rips, exposing my lace bra. He growls in approval, his fingers hooking under the cups, yanking them down to free my breasts. My nipples harden in the cool air, but his mouth is there in an instant, sucking one into his mouth with a wet, filthy sound. His tongue flicks against me, rough and demanding, while his other hand pinches my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers until I whimper.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters against my skin, his breath hot. “Look at these tits.
Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about these.” Jake’s voice is a growl against my skin, his hands rough as he kneads my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they’re swollen and aching. His mouth moves to the other one, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and I gasp at the sharp sting of pleasure-pain. His teeth graze my nipple, and I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my wet skin. “You like being used.
Don’t you?” Jake’s voice is a low growl as he shoves me back against the trailer wall, his hands rough on my hips. His cock, thick and already slick with my spit, presses against my stomach. I can feel the heat of it, the way it pulses with every beat of his heart.
“Answer me,” he demands, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks. “Tell me you want this.”
I swallow hard, my throat still raw from taking him. “Yes,” I whisper, the word barely audible.
“Louder,” he snaps, his grip tightening. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice shaking.
“I want this. I want you.”
Jake’s grin is dark, triumphant. “Good girl.” His hand slides between my legs, fingers pressing against my soaked panties. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me.” He hooks a finger into the lace, yanking them down my thighs with a sharp tug. The fabric snaps against my skin, and I whimper at the sudden exposure.
He doesn’t waste time. His fingers plunge into me, two thick digits curling inside me, stretching me open. “So tight,” he growls, his thumb circling my clit with rough, relentless pressure. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?
Dreaming about my cock stretching you open while your husband was fucking you like a good little wife.” His fingers twist inside me, curling against my G-spot with brutal precision. I gasp, my back arching off the wall as pleasure spikes through me.
“Answer me,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck. His other hand grips my throat, not enough to cut off air, but enough to remind me who’s in control. “Tell me how bad you’ve wanted this.”
I whimper, my hips bucking against his hand. “Yes,” I choke out. “I—I thought about you. About this.”
Jake’s laugh is dark, satisfied.
“Fucking right you did.” His fingers curl inside me, rubbing that perfect spot with slow, deliberate strokes. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coils tight in my belly. “You’re such a good little slut for me,” he murmurs, his voice rough with lust. “Taking my fingers like this, already soaking wet.” His thumb circles my clit, the pressure just right, and I moan, my hips jerking against his hand. “That’s it,” he growls. “Ride my fingers. Show me how much you need this.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue fucking between my lips in time with his fingers.
I taste myself on him, salty and musky, and the realization sends a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs. He groans into my mouth, swallowing my whimpers as his fingers curl deeper, his thumb pressing down hard on my clit.
“You’re gonna come for me,” he growls, his voice rough against my lips. “Right here, right now, with my fingers buried in that tight little cunt.”
I can’t speak, can’t do anything but gasp as his fingers work me relentlessly. His other hand slides down to my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he pulls me tighter against him.