Jacob's Struggle

Author Note: Hi everyone. It's been years since I wrote anything like this, so bear with me if it is a little stilted or I've done a poor job editing. I'm writing the type of things I'd like to read, and I hope others enjoy! Everyone is consenting and 18+. xoxo

Once I made it to the restaurant, I stepped off the motorcycle, pulled my helmet off, and shook out my hair. At a table outside, I noticed Jacob waving me over to his group of friends. As I made my way over, I unzipped my plated biker jacket, carefully weaving through the metal tables and chairs.

Jacob and I hadn't talked much since the party at my brother's house, but he knew I was still reacquainting myself with the city and could probably use some friends, so he invited me out with him and his.

When I made it to the table, basic introductions occurred. The 6 new names all blurred together. The focus of the table was on me, overwhelmingly, for a few moments. They all seemed to be sizing me up. I couldn't tell if I should have been scared or turned on. A bit of both I figured.

"So, how do you know Jacob?" one of them asks, who I think his name was Nate. Despite the question waiting for a response, I noticed many of them had their noses in their phones.

"He's known my brothers for years, and we all started playing video games together. When I moved back to the city, I got to finally meet him at a party my brother was hosting...", I trailed off. Between the group's focus being directed at their phones and Jacob's being anywhere but me, it made it hard to want to continue.

Waitstaff finally swung by, got drink and appetizer orders, and left us to continue idle chatter. Most of it was on their phones or directed at each other, so I sat quietly on my phone, chirping up when I had tidbits to add to the conversations. Without warning, Jacob got up and stomped off towards his car in the parking lot. No one else seemed to think much of it, but I was concerned. I mumbled out that I was going to go check on him, and wandered off.

I found him between his car and another, pacing and pulling at his hair. I stepped in front of him, trying to calm him down.

"What happened?" I asked. I was met with a set jaw, and gentle hands circling my waist. I repeated myself.

"You don't know the things they had to say. They were vile." he finally spat out, hands tightening slightly on the last word.

"What were they saying? About what? You aren't making sense."

"You. They were talking about you. How hot it was to see you step off the motorcycle. How funny you seemed to be, and your looks only complemented that. How even though you're curvier, your 'dump-truck ass' and 'nice rack' make up for it. How fuckable you were. They said all of this in the group text we're all in. Not only was it demeaning, but I also hated knowing it was about you."

A mixture of confusion and lust washed over me. I liked when a man felt some sort of possession over me (I was a submissive by nature), but he didn't get that right. He made that clear at the party. He wanted nothing to do with me, for some unclear reason. And I said as much.

"Pick a fucking lane. Either you want me and won't stand for others to speak about me like that, or you let me go reintroduce myself to your lovely friends. Which one of them indicated the greatest interest in my ass? Because I'm sure I would find better company with them," I said as I turned to march away. Before I could even take a step, his hand closed around my wrist and pulled me against his body. My back flush against his chest, his hands circling my waist, tighter than before.

"Please," he choked out, "I want you." he punctuated that with a kiss behind my ear. "But it doesn't feel right. I can't do that to your brothers. They're my friends and they would be pissed if I did anything to you."

Fine, if he wanted to play these games, I could too.

Subtly grinding myself against him, I laid one of my hands over the top of one of his, so I could guide it.

"But you don't understand. I would let you do whatever you wanted. I would let you touch me anywhere you wanted. You could spank my ass all shades of red," I said, guiding his hand to my backside for a moment. "You could do any number of things with these," I said while bringing his hand up, under my shirt, to cup my lacy bra-covered breast. I twisted enough to whisper directly into his ear, "You could probably make me cum just playing with my nipples. I'm incredibly sensitive there." I felt him harden against my gyrating ass and heard a low groan. Finally, bringing his hand up to my throat, guiding it to wrap around, "I would even let you choke me if you wanted. But only if you promised to make me cum."

Without hesitation, he whirled me around to face him.

"Do you want to follow me back to my place on your bike, or take my car and we can come to get it tomorrow?"

"I should get the bike. I'll need to stop by the table to get the jacket and helmet first though."

He sent off a message in his friend's group text, letting them know he wasn't feeling well and would be leaving. I collected my things from the table, letting the boys know that it was lovely to meet them and if they wanted my number, to ask Jacob.