Changing Lanes (Bounty County Series Book 2)

by Maren Lee

  “I need these.” Her breasts, heavy with want, were suddenly bared to him and he grabbed ahold of them. Jake moved his mouth to her nipple and began pulling and sucking, feasting on her breast. He grabbed her tight round nub on the other side and pulled, roughly, while his mouth was still attached to the other.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  Lane felt a spark from her nipple to her fully aroused clit. She could feel the tingling and the build up. Pure fucking pleasure. She moaned, over and over. She wanted to explode. Fuck, she was so sensitive tonight. Having someone play with her tits had never brought her this much pleasure.

  Pulling away for a split second Jake mumbled, “Fuck, Red. You’ve got me so fucking hard.” He went right back to the pulling and sucking. Her nipples had now become swollen red tips, like the end of a sweet strawberry. She continued grinding on Jake’s hard cock through their pants. The thought of him bottoming out in her dripping wet pussy sent her over the edge. God, her body felt like it was on fire.

  “Jake,” she gasped. “I’m coming.” She let her head fall back as she rode out the pulsing waves going through her body.

  “Fuck. Red. Hearing you moan and feeling your body react to me has me ready to bust this hot load in my fucking pants like a god damn teeneager. You've got to stop, baby. I’m not wearing any drawers.”

  Lane didn’t think. She just reacted, she hopped off his lap and popped the bottom on his fly releasing his cock to her. If someone had asked Lane ten years from now what possessed her to say what she said next, she wouldn’t be able to answer:

  “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you.” Lane gripped him and quickly took all of him in her mouth. She sucked hard, moving up and down his shaft. Damn, there’s a lot of him.

  Jake let out a hiss, “Fuck.” She could feel his girth swelling. He was so ready to release. She pulled back slightly and sucked hard on the tip. The throbbing and swelling of his cock in her mouth made her core ache. She wanted that feeling deep inside her. “Oh my god, honey. I hope you're thirsty,” Jake warned. She kept her promise and took every bit of him in her mouth. She swallowed. Once. Twice. Three times, taking all of him. She looked up at Jake on the last swallow. He let out a low growl as Lane pulled back.

  She immediately blushed when she came out of her lust fueled haze. Good lord, Lane. Where’d the friend-zone go?

  “Oh my god, Jake. I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t-. Oh my god. I cannot control myself around you!” Lane was embarrassed.

  “Shhh.” Jake pulled her back up onto his lap. “Stop, honey. That was fucking beautiful. Watching you take me like that. Swallow all of me? Definite top ten hottest moment in my life.”

  Lane suddenly felt the embarrassment wash away and in its place, annoyance. “Top ten?” She was immediately offended.

  Jake started to backpedal. “To be fair, the night of Justin and Chloe’s wedding is the rest of my list.”

  Lane was relieved. But still annoyed. “I don’t want to know that you’re cataloging your sexual experiences, Jake.”

  “I promise you, I only go to the top ten. And it's only you. You’re it.”

  You’re it. Was there a double meaning in that?

  Lane smiled at him and then attempted to hop off his lap. “I’ll go rinse out my mouth so you can kiss me again.” She went to get up, but Jake held her in place and shook his head.

  “No rinsing. Bed.”

  “Jake-”

  He put his hand up, “Not a discussion. I make the rules. I want you in your bed.”

  “Jake-”

  “That’s two.”

  “Two what?”

  “Two swats on your fine ass, sweetheart. I'm keeping track of your indiscretions.”

  “Why am I at two already?” Lane protested.

  “That's three. And I'm starting from last week, though I'm probably being too lenient. You owe me about 50 for our fight in the parking lot.”

  “Jake!” she objected.

  “You're up to four. Wanna press your luck?” Jake raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure hoping your answer is yes, honey.” He licked his lips.

  The heat in his eyes made her drip with anticipation. Lane couldn't speak. Holy... Was Jake into some Christian Grey shit?

  “Bed. Now.” He smacked her ass playfully. Lane gasped, expecting slightly more pain. Jake chuckled. “I knew it,” he said under his breath. She bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from arguing with Jake. Part of her wanted to tell him to go take a hike, but the other part of her just knew things were about to get really good.

  Lane shook her head in disbelief, yet still hopped off his lap and headed toward the bedroom. Compliant. Without saying a word. She had no fucking clue why she let him boss her around like that, but she loved it. And based on her body’s response, she’d do as he told her if it meant feeling like this.

  As she crawled into the middle of the bed, Lane was nervous - not scared nervous, but ready nervous. She ached with anticipation and rolled on her hip to face the door. What the fuck are you doing, Lane? She shushed the voices in her head. She was a grown ass woman and could do whatever or whomever she wanted. And right now, she wanted Jake.

  Jake stepped in the doorway, his silhouette glowing with the light of the hallway behind him. Her entire body heated at the site of his rock hard chest. The air was practically pulsing around him. His dirty blonde hair was wild on top of his head. Lane took satisfaction in knowing her fingers had tousled it. His jeans hung on his hips, teasing her with a glimpse of what she knew was at the end of his tempting trail.

  He walked to the side of the bed and turned on the lamp.

  Lane was always self conscious when the lights were on. “Jake what are you doing? That’s-”

  “Quiet, Red. Strip. I need to see that delicious pussy.” Jake commanded.

  The look in his eyes told her he meant business. Lane nodded and began to slip off the remainder of her clothes. Jake looked around the room and zeroed in on a scarf hanging from her dresser. He grabbed it and headed toward her. The look in his eyes was mesmerizing. Her breathing began to become more labored with the anticipation.

  “Lie back, baby. Hands above your head.” Jake climbed on the bed and straddled her chest while he tied her hands together and secured them to the headboard with the scarf.

  “Jake, what are you-”

  “Shhh. No talking.” He slipped his index finger into her mouth. “Suck.”

  Lane had no idea where this was going but she wanted it. Jake’s hard cock was pressing at the zipper in his jeans, mere inches from her face. She wanted to bite his thigh but she couldn't move her head far enough to reach.

  Jake slid down her body, his large, strong hands mapping her on his way. He settled between her thighs, sitting back on his heels, and moved her legs to wrap around his waist. Her hands tied to the headboard, she was forced to bare herself to him while his hands cupped her ass.

  “Jesus, Red. You’re fucking beautiful.” His voice quivered slightly.

  “Thanks,” she smiled self-consciously. “I know there are parts of me that-”

  Smack.

  Jake swatted her left butt cheek with his right hand.

  “I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that, got it? You’re fucking perfect, Red. No arguments. And you do not talk until I tell you to.” She nodded in response.

  Remaining in the same position, Jake pulled Lane’s knees up to his shoulder. Her upper back remained on the mattress, but she felt like her pussy was being dragged straight up to the ceiling. Jake moved his face moving toward the promised land. “You smell so good. Couldn’t get this out of my mind. Been thinking about it for weeks. Can’t wait to get another taste of you, baby.”

  Oh. My. God.

  Lane was thankful she showered, but something told her Jake wouldn’t have minded either way.

  He turned his head to the side and began kissing his way down her thigh. Nibbling. Licking. He stopped at the crease where her inner thigh met her heat and let o
ut slow breaths of air against her swollen clit. OH.FUCK.MORE.PLEASE. Lane bucked with pleasure.

  Instead of moving toward her entrance, he moved to the other thigh and kissed and nibbled his way to her knee. It was delicious fucking torture. She wrapped her feet together behind his head and attempted to pull him closer to her aching center with her ankles.

  Smack.

  “Don’t rush me or I’ll stop,” he nipped at her swollen clit. Lane groaned in frustration. But Jake moved closer to her center.

  “Ohhhhh fuck. Fuck, yes, Jake,” she moaned out, breathlessly.

  He nipped her on the left side of her folds and then the right. Still teasing. Lane strained against the scarf holding her hands in place. If she could just get free, she could grab him by the hair and direct him just where she needed him. But she was powerless. It was a strange feeling.

  Smack.

  “Stop squirming, Red. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Jake’s mouth moved to her dripping wet center. He placed his tongue at the base of her core and licked up bringing all her wetness into his mouth. He let out a groan of pleasure against her pussy that sent vibrations of pleasure all the way up her spine.

  He moved his mouth directly onto her clit and sucked hard, flicking the swollen flesh with his tongue. She was ready to explode.

  Jake continued his licking and sucking. He moaned against her core once again, “Mmmmm, Red.” His teeth attached lightly to her swollen ball of nerves.

  That was enough to send her over the edge. She bucked and pulled her arms against the headboard to try and gain control over her orgasm...but she had none. Her center contracted and shockwaves moved from her slit to the top of her head, the bottoms of her feet, and the tips of her fingers. Her liquid heat spilled out into Jake's mouth as he lapped it up. She watched him suck and swallow. His eyes were closed, but he was clearly enjoying himself. It was by far the most erotic, sexiest thing she had ever seen.

  Jake moved her legs off of his shoulders and set her bottom half back on the bed. She smiled at him and exhaled. “That was amazing, Jake. You sure know how to move that wicked tongue of yours.”

  Jake settled his large body on top of her, giving her some of his weight. He brought his mouth to hers, softly pressing his tongue in to spread her lips. She willingly opened her mouth to him. He stroked her tongue with his. Lightly. Sweetly. Intimately. He pulled back slowly.

  “We taste good together,” he whispered and then kissed her forehead.

  Jake had all the right words for her. He reached up and untied her, rubbing her wrists where the scarf had dug in.

  “Next time, baby, no resisting. You hurt yourself.”

  Lane didn’t know what to say. She’d never done anything like that. She felt slightly ashamed and dirty for enjoying it. But hot damn did she enjoy it.

  “I see the gears in your head turning, Red. I’m giving you one last chance to tap out. Swear to God, I hope you do not tap out and you choose to continue to explore this with me. But this is me in the bedroom. I like control.”

  “What do you mean, specifically?”

  “I expect you to do as I say in this room and in other rooms during...sexual situations. I will definitely tie you up. I might blindfold you. I definitely have plans to spank your sweet ass...but I will never really hurt you. I will make you come nine ways ‘til Sunday. This is all for your pleasure, baby. But control is what I need. And I suspect you need me to be like this.” The look on his face was so sincere.

  “What do you mean you suspect I need you to be like this?”

  “Red, you’re in control 100% of the time at work and you work all the damn time. And that’s fine - you’re fucking great at it. But you're stressed out and anxious. You need to wind down. You need release. So here? I want to make the decisions to bring you pleasure. I want to help you turn off your mind and relax. Can you give that to me?”

  Lane raised her left eyebrow. “Is this like Fifty Shades? Do we need a safeword?” she asked seriously.

  Jake smiled. He knew he had her.

  “No, honey. We don’t need a safeword. If you say ‘stop,’ I’ll stop whatever we’re doing. I promise.” He paused for a moment. “But I am curious as to what word you would choose as your safeword.”

  “Ginsburg,” she responded quickly. Too quickly.

  “Jesus Christ, you’ve already thought of one?!”

  “I’ve read a few erotic romances. I’ve brainstormed on it. What?”

  Jake’s laughter was warm and hearty, his body shaking as he held her. “Fucking crazy-assed liberal lawyer choosing a Supreme Court justice as your safeword.” He kissed her cheek, nipped at her earlobe, and then nuzzled into her neck. Still laughing.

  “Oh my God, we are NOT going to argue politics with your cock digging into my leg right now.” Lane smiled at his teasing. At least he knows his Supreme Court justices.

  Jake pulled up and looked into her eyes. “All this talk about safewords is getting me hot, baby. Need to get inside you. I’m giving you one last chance to fold after learning exactly who I am and what exactly I need from you. Are you all in? Or are you out?”

  How could she say no?

  Lane bit her lip, smiled and melted into his hopeful, hazel eyes, “All in.”

  Game. Fucking. On.

  Chapter 8

  “How are your arms? Sore?” Jake massaged Lane’s hands and wrists one after the other.

  “They're fine. I’m fine. Thank you. That was...” She was at a loss for words. She gave him a sated smile.

  “You have trouble written all over your face, baby.” Jake kissed her lips softly and pulled away. He wanted to be inside her in the worst way.

  Jake spotted a chair at her vanity across the room and he scooted off the bed to drag it over.

  “What’s with the chair?” Lane was confused.

  Jake grinned. “My naughty girl needs to be punished. Best way is you bent over my lap, so I can feel your body's reaction over mine.”

  Lane opened her mouth to protest and closed it quickly. She may learn fast.

  Jake sat down in the chair, jeans still on, “Come here, Red.”

  Lane sauntered toward him, swaying her hips side to side. Yeah, she was doing it on purpose.

  “Where would you like me, Sir?” she said. That smart mouth was going to get her in even more trouble. She shook her ass at him. Fuck me, that is a tempting piece of meat. Jake wanted to take a bite.

  He grabbed her hand and pulled her over him, her head on the left side of his large body, leaving his right free for spanking. “That’s five. A little too insolent, Red.”

  Jake took his right hand and softly rubbed circles over her right cheek, then her left. He was envisioning the soft jiggle her flesh was about to make when Lane piped up again. “Excuse me, your cock is digging into my tit. Can you handle that please?”

  “Red, that’s six. Do not interrupt me. Understood?” he said firmly.

  “But it was-,” she started her protest and then thought the better of it. She turned her head away from him with a scowl on her face. Yeah, she’s pissed. Jake was sure enjoying this.

  He began rubbing her cheeks once more. He was aching to watch her body react. He raised his hand slightly and looked to Lane for a sign of protest. When there wasn't any, he swung his hand slightly and made contact with her right cheek. Hard.

  Smack. Lane gasped. Her skin broke out in goosebumps.

  Smack. The second on her left cheek. A little harder. Lane let out a soft moan.

  “That’s right, Red. My naughty girl likes it.”

  It wasn’t a question, but she nodded in agreement anyway.

  Jake alternated the last four swats. Right, left, right, left. Lane’s naked body was writhing over his lap.

  “You did good, baby. Now let me see if you’re ready for my cock.” Jake took his first two fingers and ran them down her backside straight to her soft, dripping pussy.

  Oh yeah. She was ready. This first time was going to be hell on his stamina.
He had fond memories of the hot slippery feeling of Lane all around him and knew this would test him.

  “I need you. Bed. Now.” Jake growled.

  Lane lifted herself off of his lap and moved to the bed. Following his orders without question. He loved seeing the red handprints on her soft, round back side. She climbed to the middle of the bed, her skin flush with anticipation. Jesus, she’s perfect, Jake thought to himself. You better not ever forget that you’re a lucky sonofabitch right now. Jake wasn’t worried. He didn’t think he’d ever forget this moment.