The Sinful Obsession

Chapter 4

Amy didn't know how long ago it was that she had a day like this. A day where she did nothing, or nothing of value- a quintessential lazy day. Though it was really anything but lazy. The s*x was vigorous and exhausting- far from lazy. It wasn't as productive as most of her days tended to be, but it was definitely valuable.

It was great to hear his voice whispering all of the things she wanted him to say in her ear. Normally it would take her a good couple months for her to show even a bit of a kinky side with a new s****l partner, and even that was with people she had known for a time before they engaged in a romantic relationship. But she couldn't wait to hear Jake's voice. It wasn't that he was silent, it was just that her preference was to be talked through everything, with vivid descriptions and some very dirty words.

She didn't bring it up at first. Or second. Or third. She brought it up at fourth.

When she usually waited months before telling a partner she was into talking, she told Jake the fourth time they had s*x. Not even on the fourth day of their relationship, but the fourth time they had s*x.

Not the fourth day they had been dating, but the fourth time they had s*x. Do you know how many times reasonably fit adults could have s*x in a 24 hour period? Here's a hint: it's a lot.

And he immediately went with it and she didn't regret it at all. She told him how much she liked being told out loud when she was being f****d, and Jake was great at it.

They both agreed they were definitely going to hate themselves when they woke up on Sunday morning for pulling an all nighter on Friday night for the first time in years. But that didn't make them enjoy it any less while it was happening.

Even though she wore flats the night before (not those excruciating heels like on the first night they met) her feet still hurt since she wasn't used to that much walking. So when Jake started making them pancakes closer to lunch than breakfast, she brought a chair in from the dining room so she could still talk to him easily without having to stand any longer. So she could sit and watch him, really. He could just never stay still. Whether he was getting out ingredients or stirring, or turning burners to the right degree, he always had to be moving. Even if it was just a few steps back and forth. In less than 5 minutes he actually had to search for whatever utensil he had in his hand because he set it down in the middle of a thought. There were splotches of batter all over the counters and Amy hoped to god they were clean, and reasoned that pancakes were cooked anyway, so they would probably be okay regardless.

Probably. Hopefully.

He was just wearing a shirt and pajama pants, but he was going to have to change when all was done because he had managed to splatter it all over himself like it was intentional. As for her, she was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his sweat pants. Guy clothes were always more comfy, especially compared to her outfit from last night. She didn't really have any casual clothes that were appropriate for going out. Not like inappropriate in a provocative sense, but Amy didn't like walking around in public in just sweatpants. She saved those for lounging around on her couch after she got home from a stressful work day.

The shorts she found after tearing through her closet were pretty much her last hope for attractive and casual, so she ignored the weird texture (it wasn't itchy, but still unsettling somehow). Her shirt was just fine, but she stole his anyway. It seemed pretty common for girls to like wearing their boyfriends clothes, and Amy figured that it had at least a little bit to do with how great they smelled. It seemed a little weird the more she thought about it, but after so many times of wearing it a guys smell stuck around a bit even through every wash. So Jake's clothes smelled great, and she was probably going to keep stealing them as long as he would let her.

Especially since Jake was her boyfriend now. She had known him a week and they were already dating. It was culturally acceptable for girlfriends to wear their boyfriends clothes. And Jake was Amy's boyfriend. So yeah, she wasn't going to stop unless he told her to, but she was reasonably sure that wasn't going to happen anytime soon with the way he had been looking at her all morning.

She figured guys would probably do the same if there wasn't such a different in body shape (like how girl's shirts were often fitted for their torso) but she would have to ask him about that.

"Those are my favorite pair, y'know," He eyed her legs as he waited for the pancakes to bubble on the burner.

"I can see why. Especially when last night was probably the most uncomfortable outfit that I've worn in years."

"Why did you wear it then?" He asked after he let out a laugh. He was leaned against the counter as relaxed as he could be with bright and carefree eyes. She swore she saw them twinkle, but brushed it off as a trick of the light.

"I was trying to impress you," Amy admitted without an ounce of embarrassment. For whatever reason the fact that she had gone through any amount of trouble to impress him the night before was something they could both smile and shake their heads then and there.

"Well it worked. But you look just as impressive right now." Jake tried to drive the point home with a tilt of the wrist, but he was still holding onto the spatula and ended up just flicking batter all over her. She flinched and grimaced at the splatter all over the clothes she was wearing (his clothes). Amy made a move to get up because god knows he wasn't going to help her find a towel to wipe down the mess he made, but she hadn't even noticed that he had crossed the floor until he was kissing her and giving her a fantastic motivation to stay seated.

It started out well enough, when his lips were pushing and pulling with hers, but then he kissed along her jaw and licked her cheek. And then he licked her again. She recoiled in horror when she realized what he was doing.

"Gross! Gross, Jake!" Amy swiped at whatever was left on her cheek after all of his licking. "You cannot tell me that pancake batter tastes better than the outside of Oreos! That's just a lie!"

"Pancake, Amy. Key word being cake. Cake that you cook in a pan. And I promise you that it does taste better than the outside of Oreos. I swear by it."

He kissed her nose when she crinkled it and the only reason she didn't push him off when he started kissing her earnestly was because she couldn't taste the batter on his tongue because she knew it would be disgusting. Pancake was an obsolete name from back when they actually tasted as sweet as cakes, or when cakes tasted as sweet as pancakes- they were nowhere near close to the same level now. And Amy didn't even like super sweet things, but the little sugar taste from pancake batter was the wrong kind of slightly sweet taste.

He was so weird. But a good kisser. And a good everything else-er too.

"Burning," Amy said when she pulled back because she actually had the presence of mind to pay attention to their surroundings, but he captured her lips again and she got distracted for a few moments longer. "Smoking," she said the next time she pulled away. Jake just nodded and murmured an agreement because he was so conceited that he thought she was talking about making out with him when she said those two words. She would have rolled her eyes if he hadn't come back to her again- this time though his kissing only distracted her for a few seconds at most.

"Jake. The pancakes. They're burning. Your smoke alarm's going to go off."

That finally snapped him out of it and he tried to salvage what he could. He ended up throwing the first batch out since they were completely black, but his subsequent ones were more than enough to make up for it.