by Melissa Blue
“Okay,” she said, placing her hand in her lap.
Their gazes met, held, then she lunged for the phone. She ended up sprawled across his lap on her stomach as they both laughed. They playfully wrestled for another moment until her hand brushed something hard, something thick. She snatched her hand back and tried to untangle their limbs from his. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her into him until her butt settled on that hard and thick part of him between his legs. The laughter had died away. Bailey brought her gaze up to his. Heat and lust had darkened his blue eyes, seeping into her and leaving every part of her buzzing with—everything.
Jake cupped her cheek. “I want to kiss you, Bailey.”
Chapter Eight
Without words, Bailey offered him her mouth. He didn’t hesitate to suck on her bottom lip. At the barest hint of teeth, she moaned. His thighs tensed and that small tell is why she buried a hand in his hair and dragged him closer, to kiss him deeper.
It had been so long since a man had sparked desire in her—since she knew in her bones a man wanted her back. She wanted to drown in every sensation from the silky strands of his hair balled in her hand to the soft heat of his mouth, and the velvety tease of his tongue.
And everything felt so right in that moment, she squirmed, impatient for him to touch more than her waist. God, why didn’t he just rock against her and press his dick to her ass? Couldn’t he feel how much she wanted just from the kiss?
His hand rose up her back, and she wanted to fucking cheer until he stopped between her shoulder blades. She almost whimpered when he broke the kiss.
He said, “You’re being shy again.”
“How?”
“Tell me what you want.”
She moved her hand out of his hair to the back of the couch to gain leverage. His brows shot up when she straddled his lap. She smiled. “I want you to touch me. All of me.”
He grabbed her ass and scooted down, so she’d sit right on top of his dick. A thrill shot through her.
“Kiss my neck,” was her next direction.
His tongue feathered over her pulse. She arched her back, extending her neck to give him all the room he could ever need to use his mouth to set fire to her every nerve ending. He hugged her tighter to his chest. Like she’d wiggle free now that he had his tongue on her, and definitely not when her clit thrummed. She rocked her hips to sate the pulsing need building in slow degrees. He sucked the hollow between her neck and collarbone. A soft cry punched out of her throat.
The sound must have broken something within him, because he brought his mouth back to hers. This kiss was hard, rough and demanding. He raised his hands to her dress’s zipper then yanked it down. She didn’t waste time fighting her way out of it. Her bra came off next, but Jake stopped long enough to sit back.
His teeth sank into his bottom lip while his gaze feasted on her breasts. “Do you want my mouth or my hands on your nipples first?”
“Both.”
“Greedy,” he practically growled. “I love it.”
Jake was good at greedy. As soon as he left one nipple wet, hard and aching, he would switch sides. His thumb rubbed her nipple in circles with the softest tug when his fingers met. His tongue and mouth used the same concentric rhythm. So damn good. She didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as she ground into him to deepen the way every part of her tingled so sensitive to his every touch. She could only assume his dick appreciated the attention by the way it stiffened even more.
“Look at me,” he growled. “Watch me lick your nipples.”
How could she not after that? He cupped her left breast, waited for her gaze to clash with his and finally licked her areola in a slow glide. The peak tightened, glistened against the velvet assault. He closed his mouth over the nipple, flicking it with his tongue.
Jake pulled back. “More?”
“Everything.”
And he massaged, he kissed, licked, sucked her breasts until she was sure she’d come from it. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, not when the sight of his pink tongue against her dark and wet nipples had become her own peep show.
By the time she was a trembling puddle in his lap, he kissed her again, so much deeper than before that she had to tip her head back to take every bit of his tongue as he licked into her mouth.
Dear. Fucking. God. He’d decimated her sense of time—hell, herself—with just his hands and mouth on her. They hadn’t even gotten to the really good stuff yet. So when he did finally pull away from her mouth again, she whimpered.
He rubbed her back. “Anything else you want?”
“Your shirt, off.”
Since it was her turn to eye-fuck him, she settled back, admiring how large his hands were as he unbuttoned the stuffy shirt. She hissed at the slow reveal of tanned skin. She couldn’t wait for the full reveal or to press her lips to him. She never been so patient and impatient in her life.
The moment his pecs were in full view, she pressed her palm to his heartbeat. It raced. He wasn’t as calm or collected as he appeared. She wet the tip of her finger and his hands stilled, thighs tensing again. She drew a circle around his nipple like he’d done to her. The pink flesh puckered, inviting her mouth to taste him.
His groan was a thing of beauty, so deep and raw she wanted to taste it. Still hazed by the foreplay, she smirked up at him. “Why isn’t your shirt off yet?”
The look he gave her Bailey was surprised her panties didn’t turn into ash on the spot. It’s what gave her the courage to rise from his lap. Like she had an invisible leash around his neck, he stood, his hands back on his shirt’s buttons. She wiggled the rest of her way out of her dress. He swallowed. She turned and didn’t have to check to see if he followed.
Bailey threw the words over her shoulder, “I want you in your underwear by the time we make it to my room.”
She put an extra sway in her hips, and before she could step into her room, he stood behind her. Her steps faltered but she was rewarded with hot, taut skin enveloping her. He trailed his fingers from her wrists to her neck then down over her breasts.
His mouth brushed her neck. “I could touch you like this all night.”
Bailey almost begged him to, but her bed was in sight. She closed the distance to her mattress then climbed onto it. Finally, she turned to see him. It was one thing to have a hot guy standing in his underwear in her room. Another to see one prowling toward her. Every muscle flexed and relaxed as he walked across her bedroom. His shoulders needed their own soliloquy. His abs weren’t a washboard, but she was not going to complain at the hot dad bod.
With all that, it was his thighs that needed a billboard. A long line cut down the middle and because his boxer briefs were snug. Had she mentioned his dick? The bulge proved her first suspicion of him was totally right. Welcome to big dick city. It took an actual act of fortitude to keep from lifting her legs to the ceiling and just spread them open.
He chuckled. “You like what you see?”
“Maybe,” she breathed or tried to. That man was about to climb into her bed then climb her.
Her bed dipped and on instinct, she scooted back. He smiled. “Getting scared?”
“The foreplay fog is clearing.”
“But you’re not covering your breasts. I was wrong to call you shy.”
Huh. She hadn’t even thought about that. What was it about Jake that made her…fearless, and comfortable in her own skin, too? But then he moved between her legs, grabbed her waist and pulled her beneath him. The parts of their skin that touched felt on fire and like comfort. She moaned at the dichotomy.
“Where did we leave off?” His eyes scanned her mouth, her breasts and stopped at her stomach. He drew a finger around her belly button. “Want me to start here or lower?”
He was trying to kill her, and she was going to be a willing victim. Her mouth suddenly so parched, she licked her lips. “I don’t know, Jake. Where do you think you should start?”
He trailed his finger to the band of her panties and played wi
th the elastic. “I was too full to eat all my dessert at dinner. I’m suddenly starving for something sweet…” He scooted down a little, his finger tugging the material as he moved. “Something with a bit of cream, the kind that fills your mouth when you taste it.”
Yup. She was dead.
Jake bent to place a kiss on the skin he’d exposed. The bastard didn’t take off her panties though. He just dragged his finger along the edge, kissing her so softly. When he reached her hip, he let go of her underwear.
She swallowed and tried not to scream. “I think you should definitely have the dessert you want.”
He smiled at her, and yeah, she hated that twisted smile. Nothing good ever came from it, and she so wanted to come.
Jake said, “Do you still have ice cream?”
“I’m going to thump you in the forehead.”
“Do me one better.”
“What?”
He grabbed hold of the band again, this time he used both hands and fisted. “Lift your hips.”
He tossed her panties over his shoulder as he scooted down more. Those beautiful shoulders looked decadent between her legs. “Now tell me, Bailey.”
Anything. “Yeah?”
“I’m a patient man.” He closed his eyes and inhaled. His groan made her pussy clench at how rough and deep the noise came from inside him. “Do you want to come fast or slow?”
“Hard?” she rasped.
“That’s a given either way.”
Cocky Jake was now her favorite Jake. “Fast,” she said since it felt like she’d been waiting for so long.
Those large, rough hands pushed back her thighs then held her in place. It felt fitting the words spelled out swan song. He used his lips to part her pussy open for his tongue. She trembled at his breath feathering over her sex then he used his tongue. She held her breath. It was a searching, slow lick at first. Her hips moved on their own to direct him where she needed him most. His tongue brushed over her clit. She jolted at the punch of pleasure. He made a sound then held the tight bud between his lips. Within the next breath, he gave her another tease of his tongue that had her back arching.
“Right there, Jake,” had barely left her mouth when the flick of his tongue went from teasing to intense.
He coaxed her clit from swollen to hard within seconds and didn’t relent. Whatever control she had over her body slipped through her fingers. If he hadn’t already pinned her to the bed, she would have bucked them both off trying to chase the orgasm knotting her insides. She could only curl into it and watch him.
His nose rested above her slit. His tongue darted back and forth, faster, slicker. So wet from her already. The erotic sight sent her over the edge.
“Jake, I’m coming,” she cried.
His hold intensified. The weight of him. The fast, hot licks of his tongue. His groans. All of it seemed to encourage her to come as hard as her body would allow. She crashed into her climax and tumbled into wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure that left her shuddering. His idea of a reprieve was to tongue her deep. Or maybe he wanted a better taste of her cream. She moaned at that thought.
He kissed his way to her inner thigh. “Do you want slow the second time?”
“More?”
“You asked for everything.”
“Slow, slowest.”
His chuckle was muffled by well…her. And he did go slow, but he hadn’t lied. Her second orgasm was just as hard. She was not going to survive the really good stuff. Yup. At least his knuckle tat had warned her.
*
Jake kissed his way back up to her mouth, making sure his thumb continued to roll her slippery clit. Her body trembled, and she made the sexiest little sighs.
And him? Whatever was more painful than blue balls, he had that. His dick pounded with every heartbeat. Worth it as she didn’t hesitate to kiss his face off. If his blood-starved brain could put words together he would ask if she liked the way she tasted in his mouth?
Dirty talk would have to wait. He needed to be inside her. Fuck. He’d settle on her fingers wrapping around his cock.
He dredged his mind for anything. “Bailey,” was apparently all he had.
“A minute,” she whispered back then went back to kissing him.
He was drowning in the taste of her. The feel of her bare skin beneath his roving hands. His world was Bailey, and he’d never thought he’d ever want to experience something that all-consuming. But he pulsed with need, and she was the only one who could slake the hunger eating at him
She pulled away from him. A hiss ripped from his lips. Without thought, he reached for Bailey to drag her back into him.
“Condom,” she said.
He rolled to his back. His dick bobbed, heavy and slapped onto his stomach. Foil tearing filled the silence. Then a warm hand gripped the base of his cock. He couldn’t swallow back the moan. He opened his eyes to see her roll the condom down. Had to close them again when she stroked him with a firm hand, slow enough, right enough he was surprised he didn’t come from just that.
“Fuck me, Bailey.”
She straddled him, her thighs soft, enveloping him. She gripped him again and again he had to watch. Bailey guided his dick to her pussy’s entrance. The world slowed. He couldn’t breathe as she teased herself with the tip.
Finally, she slid down his cock. Inch by inch, her pussy engulfed him in the wettest, warmest embrace. He couldn’t moan or speak, but he gripped her hips. Just like her, he needed his first come to be fast and hard. He adjusted his legs for support. She seemed to understand what he needed because she closed her fingers on his forearms, her nails biting into his skin. The pain only heightened how good she felt.
He lifted her high enough only the tip of his dick remained then let her ride him back down. Jake clenched his jaw to keep from screaming. Her titties bounced at the hard thrust. That was too fucking much. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Didn’t help. Her pussy clenched then relaxed, again and again.
Jake needed this delicious torture to end. He met her gaze. “Come. All over my dick. Come for me.”
She raised two fingers to her mouth. Heat settled into his balls because he knew what she was going to do next. Bailey pushed the fingers into her mouth to wet them then put them between her legs, on her clit. He had the pleasure to watch her gaze grow hazy. The absolute honor to see her tits squeeze together as they bounced with every downstroke.
Didn’t take long for her pussy to quicken. The shift from so fucking wet to dripping was damn near instant, and the condom couldn’t dull the slippery sensation or how much deeper his dick reached as her body prepared for her orgasm. Her back bowed as she stiffened over him.
Beautiful. He would never ever forget how her brown skin gleamed from sweat. The scent of sex thick in the air would saturate his memory of her. And her fucking moans. That last is what drove him into his climax. His thrusts went wild as he chased her over into oblivion.
Just when he was sure they had reached peak sex perfection, she bent forward, crushing her breasts to his chest and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her close, to never not touch her. He would worry about how much that terrified him later.
Chapter Nine
Bailey woke up with a grin as the night’s details seeped in. Automatically she reached over to the other side of the bed. Her eyes snapped open and the smile faded as her hand landed on an empty pillow. Something hollow and ugly settled in her stomach. There was no sound coming from the bathroom. And no, he wasn’t standing at the window being creepy by watching her sleep. She sat up, her gaze searching for his underwear on the floor. Those, too, were gone.
Jake had left.
He turned back into a pumpkin.
Why did her heart ache at the realization? They hadn’t talked about what happened next. They hadn’t even planned on sex. At the most, coffee then a kiss. She pulled the covers up feeling so cold. She’d let him in and then he’d left. The hurt was too raw to touch. It was so much easier to cling to
anger.
“Well,” Jake said, strolling through her bedroom door, “that’s not a good face to have after sex. What happened?”
She screamed, scared shitless. He held up both arms. One hand was empty and the other held a bowl. “What the fuck, Bailey?”
“Oh, my God. I didn’t know you were here. Wear a bell or something.”
He put his free hand to his chest. “I woke up and really needed something to eat then I remembered you had ice cream.”
She pressed her palms to her face. “Sorry.”
“I’m coming over to the bed.” Her mattress shifted. “I’m sitting on the bed.”
Bailey dropped her hands to glare at him and that was easier to do than to acknowledge the relief. He hadn’t left. “I am going to thump you in the forehead.”
“Sadistic. Not my kink, but I’m willing to give it at least one try if that’s what gets you off.” He offered her the bowl.
She took it with a soft thanks. “I see you found the maraschino cherries.” He’d littered the top with at least six.
“My sweet tooth wasn’t satisfied, apparently.”
She didn’t have to look at his face to know exactly what he was talking about. Although she wanted to run with the light mood, she couldn’t shake the emotional roller coaster.
He narrowed his gaze. “This might be the first time where your every emotion isn’t on your face. What’s going on, Bailey?”
She ate some ice cream instead of answering right away. Of course, he waited. There was only one thing in his life he avoided like the plague.
She handed him the bowl. “The last thing I want to be is a cliché after really good sex.”
“I see,” he said. “Thoughts about what we’re doing? Regrets about jumping into bed with me so soon?”
“I thought you had left without even saying goodbye or thanks for the orgasm.”
“Then let me make a few things perfectly clear. I enjoy the fuck out of your company. Even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t sneak out. That’s not me. Lastly, you were naked. My dick would have strangled me if I tried to leave.”
