Jake lowered his head and kissed me deeply as he started pounding into me. Never one to be passive, I rolled my hips and slammed my pelvis against him with every stroke. It was hard, rough, and dirty, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if Jake fucked me right through the drywall.
He broke away from my mouth, nudging my shirt to the side and nipping his way down to the top of my shoulder. I slid my hands under his tee-shirt, scoring his back with my nails as he bit down on my shoulder hard and sucked the skin into his mouth, marking me.
Jake giving me a hickey like a teenage boy should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. For the first time in my entire life, I came without any clitoral stimulation.
I banged my head against the wall as my orgasm crashed through my body. Meanwhile Jake’s strokes became erratic. He stiffened against me, then came with a grunt as he pumped into me one, two, three times, filling me with his seed. He dropped his head on my shoulder, panting as we both recovered.
As my heartrate slowed, my common sense returned. What the hell was I doing? Sure, this was the best sex I’d had in my life, but that didn’t make this right.
“Let me down,” I said, pushing against his shoulders.
Still breathing heavily, Jake stepped back enough for me to drop my feet to the floor and move away from him. He stood there staring at the wall in some kind of fugue state while I found my underwear and tights and pulled them back on. I had no recollection of kicking off my shoes, but I found my Nikes off to the side of where Jake was still standing.
He turned around slowly, and our eyes met and held.
“I’m so...”
I held up my hand.
“Don’t say it. We were both here, we are both responsible. It was my idea as much as yours.”
Although with my common sense returning quickly, I was having a tough time remembering why I thought this was a good idea. I didn’t even like this guy. Jake shoved his impressive dick into his pants and zipped up. Pity. Suddenly his expression changed from shock to alarm.
“Um, Evie. We didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry, I got caught up in the moment and didn’t even think of it.”
I shrugged. At my age, it didn’t matter the way it did when I was younger.
“Neither did I. But I’m in menopause so there’s no way you knocked me up if that’s what you’re worried about. Also, I’m clean. I haven’t, um, dated in a while.”
One of the many benefits of menopause, in my opinion, was not living in fear that an accident or a broken condom would result in pregnancy. Not having a monthly visitor was also a huge plus.
Jake’s expression cleared at my words, but he still looked as shocked as I felt. What had just happened? We were both in our fifties, and we were having crazy hot sex against a wall like kids half our age.
“I am too. Clean, I mean.”
He seemed a little discombobulated, and honestly I was glad I wasn’t the only one. I’d never seen Jake be anything but confident.
“Okay then, let’s just chalk this up to an adrenaline-fueled hate fuck and move on with our lives like it never happened,” I suggested. “If I see you in town, I’ll just walk the other way.”
He strode over to me and placed his big hands on my shoulders, the same way he’d done earlier, although he was calmer now that he wasn’t recovering from a shot to the chest with a paintball pellet.
“That was no hate fuck, sweetheart,” he said softly, his voice certain.
He pulled me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around me and weak woman that I was, I allowed myself to relax into his warmth for a long moment. For an alpha cop, he gave good hugs. It had been years since I’d had a good hug, and honestly it was almost as good as the sex. Something about Jake made me feel comfortable and safe, and I didn’t want to analyze that too closely. I’d worked too hard to be independent.
“If it wasn’t a hate fuck, what exactly was that?” I couldn’t resist asking.
“The beginning of a beautiful relationship.”