Body and Soul

by Lucy Lennox

  The brush of our lips was light at first, but the minute I teased the seam of his lips with my tongue, it seemed to light him on fire. His large hand grasped the side of my head as he suddenly rolled me onto my back. Boo jumped off the bed with a yip, but I hardly cared.

  I was kissing Jake.

  Jake was on top of me, his hard, delicious length pressed against mine.

  “Oh god,” I cried into his mouth at the sheer pleasure firing through my skin. Everything tingled in a way that felt like the glorious moment between wakefulness and sleep. Like I was on the cusp of something overwhelming and all-consuming. A tiny voice of sanity tried to remind me Jake was leaving town, but I told the voice to mind its own fucking business until after the kissing.

  I wanted to be touched. I wanted to feel his hands on me and his warmth against my skin, even if only for this one time. Was it stupid for me to ignore reality? Maybe.

  Did I care?

  No.

  Jake’s lips devoured mine before moving under my chin and down my neck to my collarbone.

  The man had a magical way of knowing where my erogenous zones were.

  “Mpfh, right there,” I murmured. “Mm-hm.”

  “You like that?” he mumbled against the cord of my neck before grazing his teeth up its length to nip at my earlobe. His hand came down to press against the front of my briefs, down along my shaft to cup the balls below. I felt myself begin to shake.

  “Fuck.”

  His deep hum of satisfaction rumbled against my chest as he ran sure hands over my shoulders and down my arms before lifting them above my head and pinning both wrists together with one of his hands.

  I arched up into him with my hips before settling back down and wrapping my legs around his waist instead. Jake’s own hips rocked into me, pressing his dick against mine until we were both hard and straining.

  “Want to be inside you,” he said in a gruff voice that made me even dizzier than I already was. “Need you.”

  “Oh fuck, yes,” I breathed into the damp skin of his neck. I realized he’d been hot in our furnace-like blanket and must have withstood the heat for my sake.

  He supported his weight on his knees and kept my hands pinned in his grip while reaching his other hand down to snake inside my underwear and grab my cock.

  “Oh god, oh god,” I chanted, pushing up into his grip and feeling my blood pound against his hand. “Just like that.”

  Jake’s eyes roved over my torso with a wild hunger I’d never seen in anyone before.

  “Stop wiggling,” he said with furrowed brows before hovering over one of my nipples with his plump lips. “Or I might hurt you by accident.”

  Hurt me. Dear god, hurt me.

  “Ffft,” I said with a nod.

  His eyes met mine as his tongue came out in goddamned slow motion and toyed with my nipple. My hips arched up into him again and I threw my head back with an agonized groan.

  “Mm,” he hummed as he sucked at the nipple and tugged on it a little.

  “Stop teasing me,” I begged. “Let me suck you. Wanna taste you.”

  I tried escaping his grasp–the desire to free his cock from the sexy black boxer-briefs was growing more desperate by the moment. I wanted to wrap my mouth around him and take him all the way in.

  “I said stop moving, Oz. Now.”

  Normally the bossy type did nothing but piss me off, but hearing the heat and emotion in Jake’s voice, seeing him take what he wanted with no apology for once, made my cock leak sticky fluid all over his hand as I forced myself to stay still.

  If it was possible, his pupils dilated even further at my gesture of obedience.

  Jake’s mouth covered mine again in a feral kiss as his hand began shoving my briefs off. He used his teeth to gently latch onto my lower lip to keep our mouths together while he got rid of all the underwear left between us. Finally, finally, we were completely skin to skin.

  “Lube and condom?” he asked between trailing kisses down my abdomen. He finally let go of my wrists and ran his hands down my sides. I stayed stretched out and on display for him and watched his skin flush as he realized I was still obeying him.

  “Side drawer,” I managed to say before losing my self-control and threading my fingers into his thick hair. I scraped my dull nails along his scalp and felt his body shudder against mine.

  Once I was done caressing his scalp, I moved my hands down the back of his neck, across to his shoulders, and down over the angled blades to his spine. Every muscle in his back was taut, and I imagined him working hard to keep from shoving me over and fucking me into the mattress.

  His eyes came up fierce and glinting in the dim light and met my gaze before his lips teased my cock with the barest of kisses.

  “Please,” I whispered. “Let me go down on you, Jake. Don’t make me just lie here and take it. I’m going to go crazy if you don’t let me move.”

  I began to sit up, but one strong hand at the base of my throat pushed me back onto the pillow. God, that was hot as fuck.

  “Promise me you’ll stay still,” he warned. I could tell there was something in it for me if I did as he said, so I nodded.

  “Promise.”

  He moved up the bed until I could see the dark, swollen head of his cock bobbing on a steely thick shaft.

  Holy fuck, that was a nice cock.

  I whimpered a little, bringing a small smile to his eyes before he put his hand on himself and angled his erection toward my mouth.

  So much for promises.

  Chapter 12

  Jake

  Feeding Oz my cock was the single most erotic moment I could remember. His startlingly blue eyes shone in complete excitement and arousal as he took me into his hot, wet mouth. As the head of my cock met the back of his throat, his eyes squeezed closed and he swallowed around me.

  “Fuck!” I cried, pulling back a little so I wouldn’t instinctively shove myself down his throat and pump wildly in search of the best fucking orgasm of my life.

  Oz’s hands came up to grip my ass cheeks and squeezed hard, pulling me back in until my cock met his throat again. Tears sprang from the edges of his eyes, and he gagged but kept a tight hold on my ass to keep me from withdrawing for an extra beat.

  He sucked and twirled and licked until finally he let me pull back and give him a break. I was worried about him overdoing it, and I was having a hard time ignoring the doctor’s voice that was screaming at me to stop. I reached a hand up to run my thumb across his swollen, cherry-red lips.

  “So good. So beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” I whispered in awe. He really was the most exquisite creature I’d ever seen.

  I knelt up and cupped his cheeks with both hands before bending down to kiss those talented lips.

  “That’s enough, sweetheart. We should stop. You’re—”

  In half a second, I found myself shoved off and on my back with a ball of pale, slender energy on top of me. His mouth was smiling but his eyes were daring.

  “Oh, hell no. Not stopping, and don’t turn doctor on me now unless it’s to play doctor, you understand?”

  His long fingers had already begun flicking my nipples, and I grunted under the onslaught.

  “Now it’s your turn to stay still, got it?”

  I bit my lip to keep from breaking out into a wide grin. Oz trying to boss me around was downright adorable.

  “Yessir,” I said with a straight face, moving my wrists slowly above my head until they were crossed in submission.

  His eyes widened at the sight before he shook his head and mumbled, “Damned straight.”

  He leaned over to reach for his bedside drawer, and the movement pressed our cocks together in a delicious slide made even better by his sloppy, wet attentions earlier. I shifted beneath him to get a few extra pumps in and felt his body tense in response. A little growl shook from his throat.

  Once he had the condom and lube, he sat back up on my upper thighs and rolled the condom on me. He pumped some lube into his
hand and began stroking it on me, taking way too much time and enjoyment in the process.

  I reached down to clamp his wrist. “Baby, if you want me inside of you, you might want to stop that,” I warned.

  Before he had a chance to pump more lube into his hand to prep himself, I grabbed it from him and sat up to kiss him some more. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses. He seemed to lose time whenever our lips were joined, and I wasn’t much better. My arms were wrapped around his waist, and I didn’t realize we were still kissing until I felt the lube bottle slip from my grasp and land with a cold shock on my leg.

  When Oz turned around to see what happened, I took the opportunity to move him onto his back again. He shot me a disgruntled look.

  “Was gonna ride you.”

  “And I would love that, but not today. Not this time. You’re going to lie back and just feel good. Let me do all the work, alright?”

  I cradled his face again and kissed him lightly all over before sitting back up and finding the lube. Oz reached behind himself for some pillows, and I helped him shove them under his hips.

  Once I began swiping lube across his hole to prep him, I became entranced. His entire body was coiled and ready for climax–his breathing stuttered, his hole clenched against my fingers, and his abs pulled tight in anticipation. The pink flush of his face surrounded that sexy-as-fuck mouth. His teeth had his lower lip pinned, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt it was to keep from telling me to hurry the fuck up.

  I couldn’t help but tease him.

  “Am I going too fast?” I asked sweetly.

  “Gnfh?”

  I wiggled my fingers farther into his tight channel. “Want more of this? Let’s take our time. Don’t wanna rush you.”

  His eyes scrunched in confusion. “Wha?”

  “Let’s just take this slo—”

  “GODDAMMIT JAKE, JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!”

  I took a quick pass with more lube on my cock and slammed the head of my cock through the tight ring of muscle while he was still screaming at me.

  His eyes widened comically as he let out the mother of all moans and arched up, pressing against me to take more inside.

  God, he felt so good. Tight, hot, thrumming with need. His body was like a furnace inside, and it was stupidly reassuring to know he was plenty warmed up from the incident in the woods. I leaned over and took his mouth with mine.

  Small pulses helped me make progress into his body until I was fully seated, and he grabbed the back of my thighs to hold me there for a beat.

  I took the pause as an opportunity to kiss him more, to drink in his openness and willingness to hold nothing back. Every part of him was exposed, including his eyes, which shone with so much emotion, I felt my heart clench painfully in my chest. It was almost too hard to look at him, so I dropped my mouth to his and kissed him lightly, then whispered words against the skin of his cheek about how sweet he was, how good he felt around my cock, and how I wanted to stay inside of him as long as I could.

  “Wanna make you feel so good, baby,” I confessed. “Tell me what feels good to you.”

  Oz’s hands came up to hold the sides of my neck and lock eyes with me. His baby blues were still shining with lust, but the vulnerability was still there too.

  I pulled out and pushed back in slowly, enjoying the effect it had on his eyes and the flush of that fair skin. He let out a groan and squeezed me from the inside.

  “Oh fuck, Oz.”

  “Fuck me, Jake.”

  I was afraid to hurt him, but I also wanted to give him what he wanted, and the demand in his voice assured me he wasn’t made of delicate porcelain. So I began to thrust and retreat with a firm, steady rhythm that had my cock and balls begging for release in an embarrassingly few number of repetitions.

  “Oh, oh,” Oz chanted. “There, there.”

  I tried to keep the same angle as I reached to stroke his cock. He stretched his arms behind himself to grab for the headboard and pushed back against me on every stroke.

  His eyes rolled back and he grunted out his impending climax. “J-Jake!”

  All of the muscles around my cock began to flutter and squeeze me until my rhythm faltered and I began to lose control. Suddenly, my hand was covered in warm fluid, and I snapped my eyes down to see the last of Oz’s release shoot long and far up toward the side of his jaw.

  I slammed into his body one last time and finally let myself go.

  A couple of minutes later, I realized I was sprawled on top of Oz with a layer of warm cum adhering our stomachs together.

  I lifted my head up and wiped a little drool from the side of my mouth just in time to see Oz watching.

  “Sorry,” I said, feeling the blush steal across my face. “Didn’t mean to squash you like that.”

  Oz’s legs were wrapped around me and his hands were running idly through my hair.

  “It’s okay. I promise I’m not going to break.”

  “I guess I should get up and…” I pulled away from him with an uncomfortable ungluing sensation and removed the condom. After a quick visit to the bathroom, I returned with a warm wet washcloth but stopped before I got all the way back to the bed.

  “You know what? Would it be okay if we showered instead? I’d like to clean you off and get you settled on the sofa in some warm, comfortable clothes in front of the fire. Then I can fix us something to eat.”

  Oz studied me for a moment. I could see his protective shield once again rising into place and I knew why. “You know you don’t need to stay and take care of me, right? I’ll be fine on my own,” he said quietly.

  I felt stung by his words, even though I knew what he was doing. He was giving me a way out. It was his way of reminding me about the barriers I’d put in place twenty-four hours ago when I’d told him I was leaving.

  I needed to take him up on the silent offer. I’d already complicated the hell out of things by fucking him. It was going to be so much harder to leave now that I’d tasted him, been inside of him, had his arms wrapped around me so tight I was sure he’d never let go…

  He was both safe and physically recovered from the ordeal.

  There was no need for me to stay.

  But none of that factored even one iota into my next words, and I didn’t allow myself to stop and wonder why that was. In truth, I didn’t care.

  “What if I want to stay and take care of you, Oz?”

  Chapter 13

  Oz

  I kept trying to tell myself just to relax and enjoy everything that was happening, but the part of my brain that was intent on protecting my heart kept repeating the same words on a loop over and over again.

  It’s not real, Oz. He’s leaving.

  But sitting on the couch tucked in a mountain of blankets with Boo on my lap as Jake puttered around the kitchen felt real. Having him hold me in the shower and lovingly wash my hair and body had felt really real. And having him buried deep inside of my body as he’d whispered the most amazing things to me? You couldn’t get any more real than that.

  Right?

  “Okay, it’s not fancy, but it’s a classic,” Jake said as he approached me with a plate. When he handed it to me, my eyes widened at the sight of the grilled cheese sandwich next to a small bowl of tomato soup. My stomach rumbled even as my brain began screaming the potential calorie count of all that cheesy goodness.

  “Is it not okay?” Jake asked as he stood over me.

  “No, no, it’s amazing,” I said. “I… I can’t even remember the last time I had a grilled cheese sandwich.”

  “Grilled cheese and bacon,” Jake corrected, before returning to the kitchen for his own plate. When he sat down on the couch next to me, I turned so I could face him as I ate.

  “Where did you even get the ingredients?” I asked. “I mean, cheese…” I shook my head. “I don’t go anywhere near the dairy section when I’m in a grocery store.”

  “I got them from my place,” he said. “I ran over there while you were getting dressed.” H
e looked over his shoulder at my kitchen. “You’ve got mostly rabbit food in there, so I didn’t really know what to make.”

  I smiled at that. “Yeah, well, rabbit food kind of comes with the job.”

  “Clothing designers can’t eat real food?” Jake asked as he took a bite out of his sandwich. Between the melted cheese that seeped from the sandwich and Jake’s gorgeous lips, I couldn’t decide which I wanted more.

  Yes, I could.

  Jake’s lips would always come out the winner.

  I could still feel the soreness in my ass, but I would have given anything to have him throw me down on the couch and fuck me senseless again. The way he’d taken control, made me do everything he said without even really trying…

  My body hummed with anticipation.

  “Oz, did you hear me?” Jake asked.

  I was still focused on his mouth, so I didn’t consider my words before I said, “No, models can’t.”

  “Models? You’re a model? I thought you designed clothes.”

  Fuck.

  “Oh, um, I do,” I said quickly. “The modeling is just a side thing to pay the bills until my design career picks up.” That much was the truth.

  Yeah, sure it is… Laird.

  I told my inner voice to shut up. “Designing clothes was all I ever wanted to do, you know?” I said, eager to get off the topic of modeling so Jake wouldn’t ask too many questions. I didn’t know why, but I just didn’t want him to know about Laird and how big of a name I really was in the industry. All it would take would be one search on Google of the name “Laird” and he’d start looking at me differently.

  And I just couldn’t take that.

  Not from him.

  “How come?” Jake asked.

  “How come what?” I asked, momentarily lost as the fear of losing whatever was happening with Jake consumed me.

  He smiled patiently. “Why have you only ever wanted to design clothes?” he asked.

  “Oh, um, well, I guess I just really like what clothes can do for a person.”