Changes and Chocolates: Untouchable Book Two

by Long, Heather

  “Please, Jake?”

  I don’t know if it was my voice or the fact I said please, but his whole expression softened. He nuzzled another kiss to my lips before he rolled over and carried me with him. The grind of his cock teasing my too sensitive clit almost had my eyes rolling.

  “Torture me all you want, baby girl,” he whispered in that sexy voice.

  Licking my lips, I trailed my fingers down his torso. He was so ripped. It wasn’t hard to see the all the hours he’d put into physical training. From his broad shoulders to his thick chest, to the way his abs dimpled against his midsection. I pressed a kiss to his chest, savoring the salt on his skin and the tease to us both as I slid lower on his thighs and his cock dragged against my belly. The thud of his heart pounding seemed to echo the race of mine. I traced one of his nipples with my tongue as he stroked a hand through my hair, gathering it together so he could fist it into a ponytail. Staring up at him, I smiled when his gaze zeroed in on mine.

  I slid lower, this time tracing the path with my fingers and tongue as I outlined his abs and then reached his cock. This close, I couldn’t miss the faintly musky scent of him. The hair around his cock was a little damp, and that was all me. For some reason, that sent a thrill to spike through me as I curled the hair around one finger.

  A quiver settled into my belly as I studied the length of his cock. Heat seemed to eddy off of it, it was still swollen and thick. There was a vein running along the underside of it, and I tested it with my tongue. Hints of salt and me coated him.

  Apparently, that flavor wasn’t a deterrent, and I traced the line of the vein with my tongue until I reached the mushroom-shaped head. A bead of moisture shimmered on the fat head. Jake flexed his fingers in my hair, but he didn’t pull it or shove me closer. There was a hiss of air escaping him as I slid my lips over the top.

  I wanted to be careful, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. My pussy stretched for Archie, and I’d be able to take Jake, but could I get all of him in my mouth?

  The question floated through me on a little wave of laughter as I sucked against the head. The drop of moisture was a little bitter, but I didn’t hate it. It was Jake, and another thrill skated up my spine as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, adjusting the angle.

  One swipe of my tongue, then another, and his cock gave a little jerk. When I swallowed him deeper, taking as much as I could, the buck of his hips said I did something right, as did his groan.

  Stealing a look up, I nearly forgot to breathe. Jake’s whole expression was tight, his expression torn between a grimace and a grin. The hand not in my hair was fisted against the comforter.

  I dragged back, sucking against him as I pulled him out, and he let out another sound, low and guttural. Thrilling to each little cry, I worked to keep the rhythm even and matched the pace with the stroke of my hand, since I couldn’t take all of him. I got him a little deeper with each stroke. My jaw had started to hurt almost immediately, but I really wanted to make this good for him.

  Every thrust had my breasts rubbing against the comforter. The fabric rasped over my nipples, and my pussy clenched at nothing. Another dribble of the bitterness escaped the head of his cock, and I sucked it down. It took me a minute to figure out how to breathe through my nose each time I slid him out.

  Jake’s hips thrust up, and his fist in my hair tightened. He bumped the back of my throat, and I fought against the gag.

  “Sorry,” he said in a harsh tone. “Fuck.”

  Eyes watering, I wouldn’t let him pull me off as I hummed against him. I could do this. I wanted to do this.

  “Jesus—Frankie…I’m not going to last…” The warning was appropriate because the next pull, and he let out another shout. The first stream was hot and sticky. The bitterness hit my mouth, and I tried to swallow it as the spit gathered around my tongue. His groan was a continuous thing as his back bowed and he pushed upward. I relaxed my jaw, ignoring the dribble as I swallowed.

  The emotions playing across Jake’s features were absolutely captivating. He was so utterly wrecked, and I’d felt that way, and now I’d done it to him. It was a most heady sensation.

  He hissed finally as the spurt trickled off. When he tugged my hair this time, I let him pull me free, and he slipped from my lips with a little pop.

  Jake stared at me with blown pupils and a red face. Shuddering, he pulled me up, and then I was kissing him and I swore he was trying to lick himself off my lips. The ache in my jaw faded as his hands ran over my back and down to my ass. He clenched me to him, and then we were both groaning.

  From hot and wet to slow and languorous, we kept trading kisses as he touched me everywhere. Rolling us to our sides, he slid his knee right between my legs. The soft hairs teased and tickled. When he began to rock me with it, I figured out he was trying to get me off again.

  A sigh escaped me and I let him play, glorying in running my hands over his arms and his chest. I wanted to know every inch of him. Rolling my hips in time to his rubs sent shivers eddying over my skin. When he replaced his knee with his hand, I groaned against his mouth. Two fingers inside of me with the heel of his palm against my clit, and I came in about thirty seconds.

  He swallowed my cries as he pushed me through the orgasm, then chuckled when he finally released me to half-collapse against him. There was a sheen of sweat on my skin, and his was equally damp. My hands slid against him, but I didn’t want to move.

  Dragging his fingers from my pussy, he trailed them up my side, but I was too replete to be tickled. Then he dipped and took one sensitive nipple between his lips, and I almost came again. It was too much, but he sucked against one as he caught the other in a pinch and twist that had the heat coiling again.

  I was all wanting, and all I wanted to do was touch and play with him, even half exhausted. When I wrapped my hand around his cock, I delighted to find him half-hard and growing stiffer by the minute. On my back again, I stared up at him as he moved to brace an elbow on either side of me before he swooped in for another kiss.

  Kissing Jake was something like a cross between the electrical charge in the air of an incoming thunderstorm, and the big fall at the beginning of a waterslide—intoxicating and breath-stealing. I dug my fingers into his back. My lips and my tongue felt swollen, and I still couldn’t get enough. He peeled away from me abruptly, leaving me gasping as he fumbled behind him, and then he had his wallet and out came a couple of condoms.

  Oh.

  Yeah.

  Dazed, I pushed the hair away from my face as the foil ripped. Jake’s hot eyes never shifted away as he stared down at me. I ached as he rolled the condom on, and then the foil fell away from his fingers as he pushed my thigh a little higher and positioned himself.

  Panting for air, I was burning up.

  “Frankie,” he said, dragging my attention back to him. “You and Archie—you did this, right?”

  The question seemed to come out of nowhere, and guilt prickled little icy shivers down my spine. Was that going to be a problem? “I…”

  “It’s okay, baby girl,” he soothed in that sweet voice of his. “I just want to know how careful I need to be. It’s okay. It’s not a judgment, I promise.”

  He wavered as tears filled my eyes. It was one of the sweetest things he’d ever said to me. “Yes,” I admitted. “A couple of times.”

  “Okay, then we’re still going to be careful.” The dark promise in those words sent another blast of heat through my system. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You couldn’t,” I whispered. Jake had always been careful with me, more aware of his strength than I was, and I loved it when he eased forward, the first push stretching me. There was the faintest of burns as he thrust in, slow and continuous, moving until he blanketed me again. Sliding his hands under, he hooked my shoulders and then kissed me as he seated, the fullness of him seeming to split me in two. Suddenly, I was grateful for how wet I was and how easily he fit me. Hitching my thighs to his hips, I pressed a f
oot against the back of his leg, and he groaned.

  Against my mouth, he said, “I love how flexible you are.”

  “Yeah?” I panted as he rolled his hips, striking fresh sparks in me. We’d shredded all the lines, the feel of him inside me made me wonder why I’d waited so long for this. I ached from wanting, and it wasn’t like we hadn’t both come, and I’d come more than once. But suddenly, I wanted more.

  “Oh yeah,” Jake murmured as I cupped my hands against his ass, and when he rocked his hips, we rocked together. I clenched around him, needing to feel him, and then he began to really move as he kissed me again.

  There were no words for this. Just skin slipping on skin, grinding together. When he slid a hand down to push a thigh up, he shifted the whole angle and I couldn’t catch my breath. If I’d thought I was sensitive earlier, every drag of his cock through my pussy as he pushed in and pulled out set my nerves on fire.

  The hairs on his chest teased my nipples. The electric touch of his tongue on mine sent charges through me, and I was fighting to stay with him, even as I strained toward my orgasm. It hit hard and fast as he pumped his hips at an almost bruising force. Every strike sent sparks through me. I was crying, or maybe Jake was. There were tears on my face and I was on fire, then all the tension just expanded out and my vision went a little white and fuzzy around the edges.

  He pumped his hips another three times and then let out a shout of his own. The grip of his hand on my leg and my shoulder tightened. I was shaking, or maybe Jake was. I couldn’t tell. When he collapsed against me, I savored the weight and held onto him like I would drown if he went away.

  Time seemed to blur, and I had no idea how long we lay there. My hair was damp, and so was his. The slide of his skin on mine set off a fresh wave of tingles. He was softening inside of me, but he made no move to pull out until he started to slip free.

  With a soft grunt, he rolled away and I almost whined, barely swallowing the sound before it escaped.

  “Shh,” he whispered as if he’d heard me anyway, and he cupped my face as he kept a grip on the condom. “I’ll be right back.”

  Then he was up, and I slumped back against the pillows. I didn’t want to move, but I hated the idea I couldn’t see him. He walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. The world seemed to expand a little from our narrow little corner.

  When Jake came back, he leaned against the doorframe. “I turned on the shower,” he said. “Can you make it, or do I get to carry you?”

  “How can you even walk?” I mean, I hadn’t even stopped trembling yet, and I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me at all.

  He grinned. “Don’t ask me, I feel drunk. You’re everything, Frankie.”

  Soft. Even shaking, I went soft, and something of it must have shown on my face, because Jake’s eyes gentled. He crossed over and slid his arms under me, then lifted me like I weighed nothing. I looped my arms around his neck. When he kissed me this time, it wasn’t passion, but sweetness, and he nuzzled my lips, just holding me.

  “Thank you,” I whispered when he lifted his head.

  “Ha,” he said, a grin quirking his lips. “Thank you. That was—everything I could have ever hoped for and more. I’m already thinking about all the things I want to do with you.”

  Carding my fingers through his hair, I shivered again. The delicious little shocks kept coming. Jake carried me down the hall to my bathroom, and I was glad he was there when he stepped us into the shower together. The warm water on my skin was a caress all its own.

  Somehow, we managed to get clean. Though I was half-tempted to try and suck him off again, I had no idea if I could even maintain my balance long enough. I was sore in all the right ways.

  He frowned at one point and kissed my shoulder gently. “I bruised you.”

  Glancing down at it, I grinned. “I liked it.”

  With a scowl, he gave my ass a light swat. “I never want to hurt you.” The heat of his palm striking my butt sent another flurry of feeling through me.

  “Even when I like it?” I dared him.

  Eyes narrowed, he said, “We’d have to discuss that ahead of time.”

  “Jake…” It was my turn to soothe him. I hugged him and stroked his back until he huffed out a breath.

  “Promise me if I ever grip you too hard or something actually hurts, you’ll tell me?” He pressed another kiss to my shoulder.

  “I promise,” I said easily. “I trust you, Jake.”

  I did. Despite everything—or maybe because of it—I did trust Jake. He was blunt and charged full steam ahead, but I had no doubts about his feelings. Especially not now that I paid attention to all the little things I hadn’t noticed before. Jake always put himself between any perceived threat and me. He wouldn’t let me pull away without a fight. Of all of them, he’d been the most persistent over the summer. Even when I didn’t answer the calls, he called and left messages.

  In the last couple of weeks, as soon as he learned what I wanted, he’d been all in, regardless of the fact I was dating the other guys. He wanted me. “But I’ll tell you,” I assured him.

  “Good,” he said, letting out a little sigh of relief as he pressed his forehead to mine. We lingered under the water for a little longer, and then we took our time toweling each other off and exchanging kisses.

  He hung out in the bathroom as I dried my hair, my avid audience. Then he pulled on just his boxers, and it tickled me to pull on the ones he’d left behind last week. They were clean after all.

  The grin he sported as I tugged them on and tightened them with a little drawstring made me laugh. The tank top was pale and did little to hide my nipples, and attracted his attention to them even more than when I’d been bare-chested.

  We finally went in search of the food he’d brought because I was starving. After devouring the wings and having drinks, I belatedly remembered I hadn’t messaged any of the guys.

  They were gonna kill me.

  Sure enough, there were messages from each of them, though Coop’s had me blushing.

  Reading over my shoulder, Jake laughed.

  Coop: So in the interest of not ruining your evening, I told Bubba and Archie you were home safe and sound, and that Jake was there so you might be distracted. Yes, I know, I am awesome. I will see you in the morning. Sweet dreams.

  Biting my lip, I glanced up at Jake. “They’re going to know.”

  “Doesn’t bother me in the slightest,” he said, looping his arms around my waist. “Are you okay with it?”

  I was…. Kind of. “Ian wanted to wait.”

  “That’s Bubba’s call,” Jake said, rubbing his thumb against my belly where he’d rucked up the tank top. “I guarantee you, Coop is not going to.”

  Another blush scalded my cheeks.

  “And that’s okay with you?”

  “As long as it’s okay with you,” Jake said. “I can live with them. No one else though.” There was just a hint of warning in his tone. “Anyone else looks at you sideways, and I’m going to take their head off.”

  Okay, that kind of thing shouldn’t turn me on, but it so did.

  Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I closed my eyes. The fact Jake was okay with the others just added to the euphoria of the evening. “I don’t want to do homework,” I admitted.

  “I know,” he said. “But we have to—and if we get it all done, I’m going to eat you out again.”

  Talk about incentive. “If you get done first, I’m giving you another blow job.” The dare in the words pulled a laugh from him as he dipped his hand into my boxers and cupped my pussy.

  “I’m torn between taking my time so I can eat you out and winning so I can feel your mouth again. Fuck that was awesome.”

  “Well, we can always try both at the same time.” Who was I, and where did these suggestions come from? Even blushing, I couldn’t help but be even more turned on by the image.

  Jake groaned and then sucked against my earlobe. “Deal.” Then he slid his hand out of my sho
rts and gave my ass another smack. The heat from it sent a tremor zinging through me, and I might have moaned.

  The smirk he suddenly sported sent a frisson of awareness through me. “You do like it,” he said softly. “We are so going to have to explore.”

  Facing him, I raised my eyebrows. “Right now?”

  He laughed. “No, baby girl, we’re doing homework now because it’s almost midnight, and you need sleep and to not stress about your homework. I have just the thing to relax you when we’re done.”

  Sprawled together on my bed, I got my homework done at lightning speed. By one, we were entwined again, and it took a little maneuvering, but we managed another round and we definitely fit the sixty-nine model. By the time he curled up around me and I went to sleep, I was boneless and safe.

  It was just about perfect.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Every Picture Tells a Story

  Waking up to Jake still being there seemed right in a way that defied definition. The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, and the cats were sprawled around the bed. Tiddles was actually curled up on my stomach, just below Jake’s arm. Jake was sleeping on his stomach, his face turned away, but he had an arm over me. The room was still cast mostly in shadows.

  I ached. Marvelously so. My shoulder twinged, and there was a hint of soreness between my thighs. Stretching slowly, I ignored Tiddles’s meow of complaint as he leapt off of me. Jake curled his arm as if to tug me closer as I pointed my toes and raised my arms. A laugh escaped me, but I tried to smother it with a hand, not wanting to wake him.

  When he shifted in his sleep and turned over to cuddle closer, I studied his sleeping face. Even in the dim light leaking around the edges of the shades, I could make out the stubble on his jaw and the tousle of his hair. The week before, I’d likened him to rumpled Jake, rugged and unpolished, and I might just have to add unapologetically sexy to that list.

  His eyes opened slowly, and I rolled onto my side to face him. Stroking a hand down to my hip, he offered me a drowsy, if delighted smile. “I could get used to this,” he whispered in a husky, sleep-drenched voice. “Best thing I’ve seen since last night.”