The blunt head of Jake's cock pressed against her, and Sophia couldn't hold back a moan. It was so different from the plug - warmer, more alive.
"Easy," Jake soothed, barely moving. "Turn on that bullet, babe. Let yourself feel good."
Sophia complied, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. She pushed back slightly, wanting more.
"Fuck, Soph," Jake groaned. "You're so tight. So perfect."
Sophia's hips jerked back involuntarily, taking Jake deeper than either of them expected. She let out a sharp cry, a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
"Shit!" Jake swore, his hands flying to grip her hips firmly. "Easy, easy. We can't rush this, Soph. I don't want to hurt you."
Sophia wh
Boxing Day, a few weeks later…The doorbell chimed, and Sophia bounded to the entrance, yanking open the heavy oak door. A gust of chilly air whipped in, carrying the scent of pine and sea salt."Merry fucking Christmas, bitches!" Sophia shouted, pulling Emily, Evelyn, and Freya into a group hug.They stumbled inside, laughing and shaking off the cold. Sophia's eyes landed on Emily's left hand, zeroing in on a glittering diamond. Her jaw dropped."Holy shit, Em! Is that what I think it is? Lucas grew some balls and proposed?"Emily nodded, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "He did.""About damn time," Freya chimed in, her pixie cut
"What? Why the hell not?" Freya demanded, nearly spilling her wine in her excitement.Sophia shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "It just... didn't come up, I guess."But inside, her mind was racing. What if Jake didn't want to come? What if he thought it was too soon? What if he had other plans? What if…"Bollocks," Emily cut through her spiraling thoughts. "You're scared.""Fuck off, I am not," Sophia retorted, but her voice lacked conviction."You are," Emily pressed. "You like him, and it's freaking you out."Sophia opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. She couldn't deny it. The thought of inviting Jake, of introducing him to her friends, of making things feel mo
The doorbell chimed, its sound muffled by Sophia's pounding heart. She adjusted her Santa hat, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as she clutched the wine bottle tighter.The door swung open, and there stood Jake, all tanned skin and easy grace. His shirt, unbuttoned just enough to be tantalising, made Sophia's mouth go dry."Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Jake drawled, his blue eyes twinkling as they swept over her. Before she could respond, his arm snaked around her waist, and suddenly she was spinning."Jake!" Sophia squealed, laughing as the world blurred around her. "I'm going to drop the wine, you madman!"He set her down gently, steadying her with a hand on her hip. "Can't have that now, can we?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear.
Jake's fingers teased along the hemline of her dress, sending electric tingles up Sophia's spine. His kiss was hard, demanding, stealing her breath away.Fuck, he could kiss, Sophia thought hazily. But she wanted more.Breaking the kiss, she leaned back, her chest heaving.Jake's eyes darkened with desire as Sophia grasped the bottom of her dress. In one fluid motion, she tugged it off over her head, revealing the bright red lingerie underneath."Holy shit," Jake breathed, his gaze roaming hungrily over her body.Sophia preened under his attention, pleased by his reaction. The red lace bra cupped her breasts perfectly, while the matching panties left little to the imagination. A red suspender belt held up nude stockings with
The savoury aroma of roasted chicken and herbs filled the air as Jake set two steaming plates on the table. Sophia's stomach growled, but her eyes were fixed on Jake's muscular form as he moved gracefully around the kitchen. She shot him a playful glare."Enjoying the view?" Jake smirked, catching her gaze."You know it, but you’re wearing too many clothes,” she retorted, raising an eyebrow.Jake chuckled. "Patience, little one. Good things come to those who wait."They ate quickly, the sexual tension palpable between stolen glances and light touches. As soon as they finished, Jake loaded the dishwasher while Sophia fidgeted impatiently.In one fluid motion, Jake spun her around, pressing her back against his chest. His breat
She felt Jake step back, heard him moving around the room. The anticipation was nearly unbearable. What would he do first? Her body thrummed with desire, every nerve ending on high alert."You look absolutely stunning like this," Jake said, his voice now behind her. "My beautiful, brave girl."Sophia couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her throat. "Please," she whispered, though she wasn't even sure what she was begging for.Jake's chuckle sent shivers down her spine. "Patience, little one. We're just getting started."Jake's low whistle filled the dimly lit bedroom. "You sure do have a selection of new toys, don't you, little one?"A shiver ran down Sophia's spine at his words, her skin prickling with anticipation.
Jake's fingers traced along Sophia's trembling thigh, sending electric shivers through her body. The vibrator hummed steadily inside her, its pulsations radiating outward."What do you think, little one?" Jake's voice was low and husky. "How much more can you take?"Sophia's breath caught in her throat. Even blindfolded, she could feel the intensity of Jake's gaze on her. Her mind raced, desire and anticipation coursing through her veins."I'll take whatever you want to give me, sir," she managed to gasp out. Her hands flexed against the ties binding them behind her back.Jake chuckled, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. "Such an eager little thing. But are you sure about that?" His fingers danced higher up her thigh, teasing.
Sophia's world exploded into white-hot pleasure as Jake pressed the bullet vibrator against her oversensitive flesh once more. Her back arched off the bed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her."That's it, little one. Let me hear you," Jake growled, his voice rough with desire.She cried out, her body trembling as another orgasm ripped through her. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Jake's hot mouth replaced the vibrator. His tongue laved over her swollen flesh, drawing patterns that made her see stars."Jake... I can't... it's too much," Sophia gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets.He lifted his head, a wicked glint in his ocean-blue eyes. "Oh, we're just getting started, Soph."Before she could prot
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor made Freya's eyes ache as she slumped onto a chair in the staff break room. She'd been on her feet for five hours straight, dealing with everything from a kid who'd shoved a Lego up his nose to a drunk who'd managed to dislocate his own shoulder while attempting to recreate a TikTok dance.Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Freya fished it out, expecting another text from Emily demanding more gossip. Instead, her heart did a little flip when she saw Dan's name on the screen.Dan: Enjoyed our lunch, Doctor Anderson. Counting down the days until Wednesday. Hope you're not stitching up too many idiots tonight.A grin spread across Freya's face as she typed her reply.Freya: The night is you
Freya hated that he was right. She was already looking forward to Wednesday, and it was only Sunday. Get a grip, Anderson, she chided herself. Out loud, she said, "We'll see about that, Sergeant Foster. I've still got time to come to my senses."Dan's smirk widened, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, Doc. We both know you're dying to see what I look like when I'm not bleeding all over your A&E."Freya rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with amusement. "Maybe I just want to make sure you can go a whole evening without needing medical attention," she shot back.She took a sip of her drink, using the moment to gather her thoughts. Part of her wanted to play it cool, to not let Dan see how much she was looking forward to their date. But another part, a louder part, was tired of the games.
Freya's apartment looked like a fashion bomb had detonated. Clothes were strewn across every surface, a chaotic testament to her indecision. She stood in front of her mirror, critically eyeing the yellow knee-length dress she'd finally settled on."Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her short auburn hair. "When did I turn into such a goddamn teenager?"Her phone buzzed, Emily's name flashing on the screen.Freya: Can't talk. About to leave for lunch with Dan.Emily: Get it, girl! 🔥Freya: Christ, Em. It's just lunch.Emily: At the Rusty Anchor. "Just lunch" my ass.
As they waited for Emily to bring the car around, Freya found herself studying Dan's profile. The dim bar lighting cast shadows across his face, highlighting the strong line of his jaw. She mentally shook herself. Focus, Anderson."You know," Dan said, breaking into her thoughts, "this wasn't exactly how I planned on spending more time with you tonight."Freya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?"Dan's grin was both charming and infuriating. "Well, it involved a lot less blood and a lot more dancing.""Smooth talker," Freya muttered, ignoring the warmth spreading through her chest. "Save it for someone who isn't about to be elbow-deep in your arm, yeah?"Freya hesitated for a moment, her
The car pulled up to the bar, its neon sign casting a blue glow across their faces. As they climbed out, the crisp night air hit Freya like a slap, chasing away the last dregs of her earlier exhaustion.Dan sidled up next to her, his voice low. "Grab a drink with me?"Freya's pulse quickened. She glanced at Emily, catching the knowing smirk on her friend's face. Fuck it, she thought. "Sure, why not?"They pushed through the crowded entrance, the bass thumping through Freya's chest. She couldn't help but notice how Dan's hand hovered near the small of her back, not quite touching but close enough to send tingles up her spine."What's your poison?" Dan asked, leaning in close to be heard over the music.Freya grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "Surprise me. Just nothing that'll land me in my own A&E, yeah?"Dan laughed, a rich sound that cut through the noise. "No glass shards, got it. One non-lethal surprise, coming up."As he turned towards the bar, Freya caught Emily's gaze across t
Freya shook her head, chuckling despite herself. "You know, you were one of only two sober people I had come through last night." She paused, remembering the bizarre parade of drunken mishaps. "The other poor bastard fell down the stairs and broke his ankle. Stone-cold sober, just spectacularly clumsy."Dan raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "So what you're saying is, I was the most interesting patient you had all night?""Don't flatter yourself," Freya retorted, fighting back a grin. "I'd take clumsy stair guy over your macho bar fight nonsense any day."She could feel Emily's eyes on her in the rearview mirror, practically radiating smugness. Freya studiously avoided her friend's gaze, focusing instead on the passing streetlights of Seabridge. The familiar scent of salt and p
Freya's bedroom was dark and quiet, the blackout curtains doing their job to keep out the morning sun. She collapsed onto her bed, not even bothering to change out of her clothes. As she drifted off, her last coherent thought was of Dan's hand in hers as she'd examined his cuts.Seven hours later, Freya's eyes cracked open, her body protesting the meagre amount of sleep. She fumbled for her phone, squinting at the bright screen. 1:07 PM glared back at her, along with a string of notifications. One name jumped out: Emily.Freya swiped open the message, her heart rate picking up slightly.Emily: Heard through the grapevine (aka Lucas) that you played Florence Nightingale to our favorite ex-army medic last night. Spill the tea, darling! 🍵👀
Ten minutes later, Freya leaned back, surveying her handiwork. Dan's arm looked like a patchwork quilt of gauze and sutures, but the bleeding had stopped and the worst of the damage was dealt with."All done," she announced, peeling off her gloves with a satisfying snap. "Keep those dressings on for a couple days. The stitches will dissolve in about a week." She paused, a wry smile playing on her lips. "But I'm sure you know that already, Mr. Army Medic."Dan flexed his arm experimentally, wincing slightly. "It's been a while since I've been on this side of things," he admitted. "Forgot how much it sucks."Freya snorted, her eyes dancing with amusement. "What, getting sliced up by flying bottles isn't your idea of a good time? And here I thought you military types were all about the danger."
Freya's eyes were starting to burn as she squinted at the chart in front of her, the fluorescent lights of the A&E seeming to grow brighter with each passing hour. The steady stream of drunken idiots with various self-inflicted injuries was becoming a blur."Alright, what've we got next?" she asked the nurse, stifling a yawn."Twenty-something male, cut his hand trying to open a beer bottle with his teeth."Freya snorted. "Brilliant. Send him in."As she waited for the next patient, Freya found herself longing for her bed. Or a stiff drink. Possibly both. The irony wasn't lost on her.A lanky guy with shaggy hair stumbled into the exam room, cradling his hand. The sharp tang of alcohol preceded him."Evening, champ," Freya said dryly. "Let's see the damage."The guy grinned sheepishly and held out his hand, revealing a nasty gash across his palm. "Looks like that bottle put up quite a fight," Freya observed, carefully examining the wound. "You know they make these nifty things called