Lifetime #14: A Thin Line – Jake x MC

Summary: It’s a thin line between love and hate. With 2,139 lifetimes on La Huerta, not every go-round was roses for Jake and Cris. Lifetimes AU.

Author’s Notes: I’ve had this idea of playing with the other 2,138 lifetimes on the island for a while! Initially a drabble prompted by @brightpinkpeppercorn for “A kiss to shut them up,” it turned into smut, because it’s me. Sorry this took forever and I hope you like it! Jake doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.

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“Diego, I can’t stand that pompous ass!” Cris fumed, pacing the length of the jungle suite. “He thinks he has all the answers and knows everything when it’s very clear he knows jack shit!”

Diego sat on the couch, a nervous look on his face. He had never seen his best friend worked up as much as she was at this moment. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as his gaze darted behind Cris.

“You know, Princess, if you’re going to wail on someone, you might want to make sure your door’s closed next time,” Jake leaned against the door jamb, a smirk on his lips. Anger laced his eyes as he glared at her.

With a roll of her eyes, she turned to face the pilot, placing a hand on her hip. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?“

“Too many to count, Princess.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to keep her composure. It didn’t help. Reopening them, venomous daggers flew as she glowered at him. “Why don’t you get out of my room and go fuck yourself.”

Diego quickly made his way to the exit. “I’m – a – just going to… please don’t kill each other!” He ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Jake marched over to Cris, until they faced each other with no space for a breath between them. “Go fuck myself?” He seethed.

Cris raised her chin defiantly. “You heard me. Go. Fuck. Yourself.”

She tried to ignore the heat coming off him, instead willing herself to not back down from his hardened stare. From this proximity, she noticed the darkening of the blue in his eyes. Her tongue quickly darted out, moistening her dry lips.

The minute movement caught Jake’s attention, his glare flicking from her eyes to her mouth and back again. When he met Cris’ eyes once more, there was another emotion coursing through him: desire.

Her mouth parted slightly as she recognized it. Sure, she initially told Diego about her interest in Jake – if he wasn’t such a royal ass. They stayed motionless for a moment more before her eyebrows raised in shock.

Jake grabbed both sides of her face as he leaned forward and kissed her hard. Her eyes fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside, tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth, grabbing handfuls of his black t-shirt, before pulling back. She looked at him, a dazed expression reflected on her face.

“Jake, what’re you –”

He cut her off with a kiss even more passionate than before, his desire and longing poured into it. Her knees nearly buckled as she felt herself melt into his embrace. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tangled her fingers in his shaggy hair, gently pulling it.

Jake groaned, the sound reverberating to her core. Cris pressed further onto him, roughly yanking his green bomber jacket down his arms before letting it drop. An animalistic passion awakened inside of him as he pulled off her red tank top; a growl left his throat when he saw she was not wearing a bra. He bent down, taking a breast in his mouth, raking his teeth over her nipple.

They stumbled onto the bed, their clothes disappearing along the way. She wrapped a leg around him, pulling his body on top of hers as he ravaged her mouth with his. The feeling of his calloused hands was driving her mad as he squeezed her breasts before taking a hardened bud between his lips. She arched into him as he found her soaking core, sinking his fingers past her lips.

“God, you’re so wet, Princess. You like this, don’t you?” With a feral glint in his eye, he watched her closely, “You like it when I fuck you with my fingers.”

Her legs spread further apart in response, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

“If that’s how you’re going to play it, fine. But I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re going to be screaming my name.”

“Then put your money where your mouth is, Top Gun, “she challenged, her breath shallow with indignation still evident in her tone.

A cocky grin crossed his face as he ducked down between her thighs, throwing her legs over his strong shoulders. He licked his fingers before plunging two digits into her wet heat, followed by his unrelenting tongue on her clit.

Cris cried out in pleasure as he sucked on her nub, her hands tangling in his hair as she moved against his face. All thoughts were lost as his fingers curled in her, nearly bringing her to the brink.

He pulled away and started stroking his hard dick. “I don’t think so, Princess. Not until I hear you say it.”

“Goddammit, Jake,” she panted, a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. “I want you to fuck me.”

The next thing she knew, he flipped her over, raising her hips until she was on all fours as he positioned himself behind her dripping sex. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt his head at her entrance, slowly sheathing himself in her.

Jake groaned as he slid in all the way. “Fucking hell, Cris. You’re so Goddamn tight.”

“You feel so good,” she exhaled sharply, closing her eyes and relishing him inside her.

He steadied his breathing as he began to thrust in earnest, slapping her ass hard enough where he was sure his claim on her would be obvious when she wore her tiny bikini. The sounds of their bodies becoming one echoed throughout the room as he rammed into her, unforgiving in his pace as he fucked her raw.

Cris could barely contain the whimpers as he pounded her from behind, the sensation of his cock hitting her spot pushing her to the edge. She begged him to go faster and harder, not caring that she would have trouble walking the next day. With her climax nearing, she reached down to rub her clit, only for Jake to pin her arm to the bed as his other hand worked his magic on her bud.

His fingers slid over her button furiously, the added stimulation causing her pussy to clench around his cock as the orgasm racked her body.

“Jake! I’m coming!” She screamed out as he continued pumping, her walls squeezing his throbbing member.

His thrusts became sloppy as he could feel his balls tensing in anticipation. He pulled out of her heat as he finished himself with a grunt, his cum shooting all over her back.

He collapsed on the bed, inviting her to his nook, wrapping an arm around her as she laid her head on his chest. Silence reigned while they both caught their breath, minds blank from coming so hard. His hand gently traced lines up and down her arm, the gesture completely opposite of his rough demeanor not even minutes before.

She heard his heartbeat slow, returning to normal, while his breathing deepened as he relaxed in his haze. Not wanting to be the first one to speak, she fought the urge to say something. It was an internal battle she lost.

“Jake?” Her voice came out raspy, like someone who just had the best sex of their life.

“Hmmm?” His fingers continued their trail, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Where does this leave us now?” Her fingernails lightly scratched at his chest, the gesture making his muscles involuntarily flex.

Jake tipped her chin up, bringing her in for a slow, lazy kiss.

“I don’t know, but I sure as hell enjoyed doing that a lot more than our usual fighting, Princess.”

Cris hummed in agreement, mulling over his words. Suddenly, that damn nickname didn’t sound so bad after all.