Act Your Age, Eve Brown

by Talia Hibbert

  “No, thank you,” Eve said. “Here, let me get rid of my bra.”

  He released an agonized sound and fell back against the cushions. “I’m going to have to take my glasses off, aren’t I?”

  “And why’s that?” she asked, wriggling frantically out of her T-shirt and fumbling with her bra clasp. Jacob appeared outright inebriated with lust right now, his pupils blown and his cock a solid column beneath his jeans—but God only knew when he’d find his usual sternness and really put a stop to this. She wanted as much pleasure as possible before he came over all sensible again.

  “Because,” he said, removing his glasses carefully as he spoke, “if I kept them on while I buried my face in your tits, I’d probably bend the frames.”

  “Oh,” she said faintly, collapsing under the weight of her enthusiasm. “Gosh. Okay. Off with the glasses, then.”

  “Mmm.” He put them on a nearby table, then turned and grabbed her hip. His hand was strong as steel, almost as if he was pinning her in place so he could lower his head and stare at her body the same way he stared at everything: with unnerving focus and obvious intent. He exhaled, hard and sharp, as his gaze moved worshipfully over her curves. Then he pressed his face against her belly and grazed his teeth over her flesh.

  “Oh,” she gasped, the sensation shooting straight to her clit.

  He licked the spot he’d bitten before moving upward. “Sorry. You look like you taste good.”

  “And do I?”

  His gaze flicked up to meet hers, his voice a low growl. “Eve. You must know that you do.” And then his inexorable examination continued. His hand slid up, up, up the length of her body, until he was cupping her bare breast, his thumb sweeping over the peaked nipple.

  A whimper fell from Eve’s lips as she arched against the pillows, her thighs spreading automatically, the space between her legs feeling hollow and hungry and aching for—something. Pressure. Pleasure. Him.

  Jacob drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard for one torturous moment before licking softly, softly. The contrast set a series of tiny fires across her body, from the pit of her stomach to the bud of her clit to the place just beneath her breastbone.

  “You never told me,” he said, “if it vibrates.”

  For a moment, she was so dizzy with sensation she barely knew what he was talking about. But then she remembered Jacob holding up her sex toy, studying it with those all-seeing eyes and asking careful, clinical questions. She squirmed, breathless, and found herself wrapping a leg around the length of his body, as if she could pull him between her thighs.

  “I—it—does vibrate,” she said, “but I never turn it on because I don’t want you to hear.”

  His gaze darkened at that, his strong hand kneading her breast. The way he touched her—he was like some marauding bandit claiming the gold he’d plundered, and the decisive, shameless want of it all made heat creep up her throat and desperation slick her thighs.

  “That was probably for the best,” he informed her, before bending his head to suckle her again. Long, hot, slow pulls that tugged at her clit just as surely as they tugged her nipple.

  Eve whined and arched her back. “I need to . . .” Her hand slid down toward the apex of her thighs—but on the way she got distracted by Jacob’s delicious body, still fully clothed but so hot and so his. She ran a hand down his side, and he looked up.

  “Hard,” he said. “If you touch me, make it hard.”

  She blinked before pressing firmer against him. “Like this?”

  “More.”

  For a moment, she wanted to hold back, but—well. He was literally asking for it. “This?” She pressed harder and sank her nails into his skin through his shirt.

  He released a hiss of pleasure, his eyes drifting shut. “Yeah. Fuck.” His voice was hoarse.

  “Everywhere?”

  “Everywhere. Always. Can you do that for me?”

  “Oh, happily.”

  His grin was a quicksilver thing made crooked by arousal. “Good.”

  She dragged up his shirt, raking her nails over his chest as she went, exposing him inch by inch. “Mmm. Keep licking me. Wait—can I take this off? Wait—would you lick me somewhere else?”

  He laughed softly against her skin, then laved his tongue over her breast again before murmuring, “Can’t decide, Sunshine?”

  “I think I just want it all.”

  “Then you can have it.” He paused. “Except taking my shirt off is a bit of a mission, so we’ll just have to undo the buttons for now.”

  Eve giggled, and then he rose up for a moment to let her carry out the task. She splayed the halves of his shirt open and tried not to drool at the raw power of his long, lean body while he reached for the table and produced—oh, God—her dildo. Also known as M’Baku. Not that she’d ever admit to naming it.

  “So,” he said as he crawled down the bed, “you fuck yourself with this.”

  Her throat felt thick as she replied, “Yes.”

  “Fuck yourself, and nothing else?”

  “Yes.” The word was strained and breathy this time, because he was tugging at the waistband of her leggings. Tugging them down, down, down, and when they didn’t come easy, he tugged harder with an impatience that made her moan. She rushed to aid him in the leggings removal, kicking them off and laughing when he literally threw them aside.

  “And you like that?” he asked as he settled between her thighs. His face hovered right over her cotton-clad pussy, and fuck, all she wanted to do was grab him by the hair and shove his mouth against her clit, hard—but he was being focused again, which was just as good. Focused on her, focused on words, his hazy blue eyes focused on her mouth. “You like fucking yourself, and nothing else?” he repeated, the question a growl. “That makes you come?”

  “If I do it hard enough,” she whispered, “and deep enough.”

  He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut, and she felt the bed rock as he thrust his hips against the mattress. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered, watching him in fascination. He was . . . losing it. Losing it in a way she’d never seen before, his hand shaking as he toyed with the lacy edge of her knickers. Losing it because of her.

  God, that was hot. That was so fucking hot she might die.

  “I’m going to do this,” he said, almost to himself, “and then I’m going to leave you the hell alone.”

  She bit her lip. “What if I don’t want you to leave me alone?”

  His jaw tightened. “There are—rules, Eve. Social rules. I know what they are. I learned them.”

  “So did I,” she shot back. “Maybe I just don’t care.”

  “Because you want me so badly?” he asked sardonically. As if that couldn’t possibly be the reason, and he’d hear nothing to the contrary. Before she could begin to formulate the right response to that—before she could even put her finger on just how wrong it was—he continued. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but look . . .” His voice cracked as he finally glanced down at her pussy. “God, look at you. I’ll just—”

  “What?” she demanded breathlessly, her hips lifting without permission, chasing the soft, swollen invitation of his mouth.

  “I’ll just help you a little bit,” he said, as if that was a perfectly reasonable way to describe fucking someone with a giant purple dildo. And she was pretty sure he intended to fuck her with a giant purple dildo. Because he put it carefully down beside him, as if he’d need it later, and then he hooked a finger into the damp fabric of her underwear and pushed it aside, just enough to expose her desperate pussy. “I’ll warm you up,” he murmured, “and then I’ll help you.”

  “Jacob—”

  He bent his head and pressed his tongue against her pussy. Eve almost screamed, the rush of pleasure was so intense. It seemed to fold out and out and out from her middle until it had taken over her entire body. Violently.

  “Mmm,” he murmured, the sound vibrating through her, and then the breadth of his tongue spread her open. Slow
ly, thoroughly, he laved the swollen bud of her clit.

  “Oh, God,” she whined, her hands falling to grasp his hair. “Oh, God.” She tugged, almost viciously, and he moaned.

  Then he licked her again. She might have screamed a little bit, at that point.

  Jacob looked up, his grin wicked and satisfied, his lips glossy with her wetness. “You better tell me what you want.”

  “Jacob.” She raised one hand to her own breast, squeezed it hard and pretended it was him. All she needed was him.

  “Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me,” he ordered, “and I’ll learn this, too.”

  “God,” she choked out, “why the fuck are you so—sexy?”

  “For you,” he said, “obviously.”

  She kind of wanted to smack him, but, like, in a hot way. More than that, though—“I want you to fuck me.”

  “Is that so?” he asked softly, bending his head to her cunt again. His mouth, tender but firm, brushed against her folds as he spoke. “Let me guess. You want something nice and long and thick inside you. Here.” He pushed the tip of his tongue into her sensitized entrance and Eve’s entire body jerked as if shocked with pleasure.

  “Now,” she gasped, her nerves humming with the urge to just—to just grab him and drag him higher and yank him out of those jeans.

  Then he picked up the dildo and said, “Good thing we have this.”

  It was strange, the way her pulse leapt with anticipation even as her heart drooped a bit. “I want you.”

  “I’m right here,” he said, his gaze on hers, something solemn and more serious than she’d ever seen in his eyes. “Just let me do this. Okay, Evie?”

  Little fragments of reality crept up on her then. Like the fact that what they were doing would complicate things, and Jacob hated complications. Or the fact that she shouldn’t have time for complications, since she was busy learning to make sensible, adult decisions, not hormone-led messy ones.

  They were floating together in a bubble of lust, a fragile sheen of protection against hard questions like What did that mean? and What are we now? Maybe Eve wasn’t the only one who’d learned to dread the inevitable, negative answers to questions like that.

  Smoothing a hand through his hair, she asked, “What do you want, Jacob? Really?”

  His eyes slid closed for a minute before he answered, his voice aching with honesty. “A lot. But most of all, I just want to know you like this.”

  Those words were such a sweet surprise, she laughed as her arousal hummed back from the brink of concern. “Why does everything you say have to be so hot?”

  He looked surprised at that, then pleased. “The talking is usually my weak point.”

  “Give me a warning before we hit your strengths, then, or I might be in danger of passing out.”

  “Okay,” he said. “Here’s your warning.” His thumb parted her folds, pressed firm against her cunt, pushed inside. Then there was nothing but fullness and pressure, a pressure that turned into zinging, overwhelming energy when he found her G-spot and rubbed in a slow circle.

  “Oh, fuck,” she managed, her voice catching. Pleasure pulsed through her veins as he bent his head and sucked—sucked—on her clit, gentle and wet and insistent. Time blurred a bit. At some point he replaced his thumb with two fingers, thrust harder and deeper, then gave her another. Her clit grew more sensitive, so he licked instead of sucking, tapping the hood lightly when she shook beneath him. And with every dizzying second, that rabid desire at her core grew worse, or maybe better, depending on your perspective.

  “There you go,” he said softly, looking down at the place where he fucked her. Eve couldn’t see it herself, and her stomach muscles weren’t really working at the minute, so she couldn’t sit up and take the sight in fully. But she could see his expression, his eyes dark like a storm and his lust obvious in the swollen, satisfied curve of his mouth. He watched his thick fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, and he liked it.

  When he withdrew fully, she moaned in protest and he laughed. “Be patient, Sunshine.” Before she could find a decent comeback in the melted puddle he’d made of her brain, Jacob did something that made the rest of her motor functions evaporate. He picked up her vibrator and ran his wicked tongue, the same one that had just unraveled her so easily, along the toy’s length.

  Eve’s breath huffed out of her in one long, horny rush. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he worked his gorgeous mouth over the purple silicone until it glistened in the half-light.

  Then he looked at her and said, his voice low and raw, “Spread your legs wider.”

  Yes sir. She spread, and blushed a little at the slick sound of her folds parting, at the feel of cool air against wet skin.

  “Good,” he said. “Now bend your knees.”

  More blushing, but gosh, she didn’t think she was physically capable of disobeying the steel in his voice. Still, as she exposed herself fully, she couldn’t help but mumble, “At this rate you’ll be able to see what I had for dinner.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “That’s not how anatomy works, Eve.”

  “I know—”

  “And actually, what I can see is every inch of your wet little cunt, begging for it.” He pressed the dripping head of the dildo against her pussy. “Which is exactly what I wanted.” He pushed.

  The noise Eve made at that moment was less words and more a garbled tangle of OhmyGodJacobnoyesfuckyou. It was like he’d heard everything she’d told him and then more, the secret parts, the unspoken parts, the parts where she wanted that abrupt stretch, the feeling of fullness forced on her. Because he shoved the toy’s merciless girth inside her without hesitating, and when she squirmed away from the pleasure he put his right arm across her belly to pin her down.

  “Want me to stop?” he asked in a voice that said he knew very well the answer was no.

  “Oh my God,” was all she could say, every one of her nerve endings a firework. “Oh my God.”

  “No. Say my name.”

  “Jacob.”

  “That’s better.” The toy bottomed out inside her, and he looked down. “You’re so pretty, Eve. God, I want to be in you.”

  She was near mindless, at this point, rolling her hips desperately as if she could fuck herself, when she knew he wouldn’t let her. “You do?”

  “Of course I do. Look how perfect you are.” His gaze was still on her pussy, his body shifting as he rocked against the mattress, too. “Look how much you want it.” Slowly, he pulled the dildo out, then shoved it back inside her without warning. “Look how you take that,” he said, and God, she’d never heard a man sound academic and aroused all at once. “It’s so hot,” he told her, “you’re so fucking hot,” and then he groaned and licked her clit again, as if he couldn’t not, and he kept drilling into her with the toy, and, fuck.

  It surprised absolutely no one when her legs shook and her voice cracked and she came hard as hell, all over his face.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Watching Eve come was like watching the northern lights, except better. Because Jacob could explain the northern lights, which took some of the beauty out of it, for him. But he couldn’t explain this woman. He couldn’t explain why everything about her flung him off the cliff of control and into some reckless abyss. He couldn’t explain why he was already dreading the moment when he’d get up and leave her alone in this room—because he would leave, for a thousand valid reasons, and because that was what Jacob always did. Left before he could be left.

  He just couldn’t explain why, this time, the thought of his usual routine felt like dying.

  He couldn’t explain anything.

  So he simply enjoyed the taste of her on his tongue, and the look of sheer ecstasy on her face, and the sound of his name on her lips. Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, steady as a heartbeat.

  When she was done, he put the toy aside and kissed her thigh and sat up. Found his glasses. Dragged the covers over her limp, naked, beautiful body and tried to think of the right thing to say.
It was incredibly difficult, and not just because his dick was harder than it had ever been and all he wanted was to feel that magnificent pussy tightening around him and— Stop. That was not a constructive train of thought.

  Eve opened her eyes and rolled over to look at him. There was a hint of resignation in her smile. “You’re going to be weird about this, aren’t you?”

  “Not weird,” he said, but even his voice was incredibly weird, all hoarse and thick, so it wasn’t the most convincing statement he’d ever made. The problem was, when Jacob had sex, it was always under very specific circumstances. Either he’d taken a woman out on five to ten dates, decided he liked her, and discovered she felt the same, or . . .

  Actually, that was the only time he had sex, and it always followed the same pattern. They’d fuck, he’d call the next day, and either she’d pick up and they’d go on another date, or she wouldn’t pick up but she would periodically text him to come over, very late at night.

  When Jacob had been younger and more hopeful, both of those arrangements usually ended because he was “too much.” Now that he was older and wiser, they ended because he was “emotionally distant”—or, as he liked to call it, sensible. Whatever the case, when it came to women, he always knew exactly what was going on. Exactly how things would end.

  But Eve was different.

  She was his employee, for one thing, and also kind of his tenant, which meant he’d just landed himself in a potential ethical minefield, but she was also—

  She was his friend, and friends were diamonds to him. Sometimes, when they worked together, she felt kind of like his partner. She was permanent, that was the issue, or rather, he wanted her to be. But Jacob’s romances were never permanent. Whether they were the dating kind or the 1 A.M. fucking kind, they were never, ever permanent.

  So if they did this, got too close like this . . . experience dictated it would end sooner or later, and then she would be gone.

  Which was simply unacceptable.

  Jacob cleared his throat. He knew what to say now. He just hoped he wouldn’t fuck it up. “Thank you for tonight. All of it. You’re . . . you’re a very good friend.”