Jake (Demented Souls #16)

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“D id you have a good time this evening?” Jake asked as he peeled his shirt off and tossed it on top of the rest of his dirty clothes. Tomorrow he would gather all his dirty things up and wash them.

“I did.” Lynnie yawned as she shimmied out of her jeans.

Jake found himself standing and watching her undress, his hand on the button of his jeans where he’d started to take them off, then got distracted by watching her ass wiggle in the tiny scrap of satin that barely covered anything.

“I haven’t played cards like that in ages. We should do that more often.” Her back was still to him as she took off her own shirt and tossed it aside before reaching back to unhook her bra.

Jake unbuttoned his jeans, glad for the extra room as he shoved them off his hips then down, his eyes never leaving Lynnie. She wasn’t trying to give him a show. And that’s what made it even sexier.

“Do you think the others will be up for it?” she asked, turning around to look at him. She froze when she spotted him watching her. “You don’t care about cards or anyone else right now, do you?”

He bit the inside of his lips as he kicked his jeans aside and slowly shook his head and tried to keep from saying something that would get him in trouble, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Do I need to guess what you are thinking about?” She slid her hands slowly up her sides until she cupped her breasts.

Jake couldn’t help but drop his gaze to watch as it felt like she was offering them up to him. His cock stiffened and he shook his head, watching the entire time as her index fingers circled and teased her nipples, wishing those were his hands. He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, wishing it was her skin he was tasting.

He took a step toward her but stopped as she stepped backward.

Jake lifted his gaze to hers. He wasn’t expecting what he found there. The amusement tinged with a bit of challenge.

“Is that how you want to play it tonight? Tease me? Are you going to give me a show?”

Lynnie’s face turned pink. “Show?”

“You started this. Hop up there and show me how you like it.” He motioned to the bed beside where she stood.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re going to show men how you play with yourself.”

“I—I don’t know if I can do that, not with someone watching.” Her stammer only made him harder.

“It’s not just someone, it’s me, and you started it. I suggest you get started because I’m not touching you until you come at least once.” He palmed his hard length through the cotton of his briefs, squeezed and ran his hand over his length before releasing himself. He lifted one brow in challenge.

He watched as she pushed the scrap of satin that was her panties off her hips then kicked them into the pile with the rest of her clothes before moving to the bed. Her expression and the bright pink shade of her face told him she was embarrassed, but he wanted to see how far she would take it. Would she do what he’d told her to?

He was tempted to go grab one of the chairs from the dining room table, so he could sit and watch while too far away to reach her so he wouldn’t be tempted to move in before she’d met the requirement he’d given her. But he was afraid that if he walked out of the room, it would kill the mood, and he’d never get her started again. Instead, he moved around the foot of the bed and leaned up against the dresser there, crossing his legs at the ankles and folding his arms across his chest.

Lynnie wiggled and scooted across the bed until she was in the middle, but leaning against the wall at the head of the bed, knees and ankles together and folded in front of her. She smoothed one hand up her leg, pausing to make circles on her knee before continuing up her thigh. “Are you really going to make me do this?”

“Do you want to come tonight?” he asked, watching her face until she looked up and met his gaze.

“Yes.”

“Do this for me. I’ll make it worth your while.” Jake did his best to let her see how hot he thought she was, how badly he wanted this. As if his dick wasn’t hard enough to hammer nails and while not fully on display, it was plainly visible as he stood there in his underwear.

She started to say something, then stopped, bit her lip, and dropped her gaze.

“Say it.”

“It might be a little easier if I wasn’t the only one naked.” She glanced up at him, her face turned even redder, then she dropped her gaze back to the bed in front of her.

“That’s easily solved.” He unfolded his arms, shoved his briefs off and kicked them onto the pile of his dirty clothes, ignoring the way his cock bobbed as he folded his arms and turned his attention back to her. “Better?”

“Actually, yes.”

“Good. Now show me what you like. The sooner you quit delaying and get to it, the sooner you’ll find out what your reward is.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not easy.” She looked down at the bed again.

Jake couldn’t take it any longer, he moved around and sat on the side of the bed, placed one finger under her jaw and used gentle pressure to get her to look up at him. When her gaze met his, he leaned in and placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips.

“Lynnie. I’ve already seen and touched all of you. Hell, I’ve had my mouth on every inch of you. I just want to see how you make yourself happy. I want to see what you do, how to get you where we both want you to go.”

“Will you do the same for me?”

“You want to watch me jerk off?”

“Seems fair if you want me to masturbate for you.” She looked up at him through her lashes, as if the coy look would get him to agree. She needn’t have gone to the trouble. He’d do it for her, and think it was hot while he did.

“Sure. But not tonight. Tonight, I want to see you, then show you what it does to me.” He took one of her hands in his, wrapped it around his cock and squeezed so it was her soft hand on his skin, gripping him just the way he liked. “Maybe I’ll show you in the morning, then let you practice making me feel good.”

She smiled. “That sounds like a plan.”

She leaned over as if to take his dick in her mouth, but he pulled both hands away and stood, moving out of her reach, out of the temptation of letting her run her tongue up and down his length.

He clenched his teeth and told himself he was focusing on her tonight, as he made his way back to the foot of the bed where he couldn’t touch her, and she couldn’t touch him. He folded his arms to keep his hands busy and away from his dick, then pinned her with his gaze.

Heather moved her hands to her breasts, letting her fingers play over her nipples, rolling them then pinching them tips before kneading and squeezing the entirety of a breast in each hand. Her eyes drifted close and her head fell back as she lost herself to the sensations.

Then her hands moved down her torso, skimming along the skin of her belly then down to her legs, she ran both hands along the tops of her thighs before moving them to skim up the sensitive skin along the inside. A soft whimper escaped her throat as one hand disappeared between her legs.

Jake cleared his throat.

Heather’s eyes flew open, and she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “What?” Her voice had gone thick and husky.

“I can’t see what you’re doing.” He let his gaze flick to where she still sat with her knees to one side, blocking his view.

“Oh, I guess that would help.”

“A little, but I won’t stop you if you need to close your eyes and pretend I’m not here, watching.”

She didn’t say anything, but her eyes drifted closed again. A few seconds passed then she shifted, she started with her knees and feet together in front of her, heels pressed against her ass and her hands back on her tits. Her fingers played with her nipples again, seemingly starting over. Not that Jake minded. Though he did wish it was his hands, his tongue and mouth teasing those pretty, tight nipples.

Slowly, her hands drifted down her body again, this time instead of keeping her knees together as her hands slid below her belly button, she parted them. Dropping her legs open so they lay splayed wide on the bedspread, her heels still pressed together, giving him an unobstructed view of everything she was doing with her fingers. They dipped into the cleft between her legs, circling and teasing the sensitive nub that hid there.

Jake forced himself to stay where he was, despite the urge to move in, to take over and to push her over the edge himself. No, he wanted to see her do it. Then he could move in, make her come again, and again if he wanted.

He didn’t think he could get any harder, he wanted to move in and take over, to touch her so badly. But when her other hand dipped below the first, sinking first one finger, then two into her hot core, he almost lost his resolve.

One finger worked her clit, moving in circles around it then back and forth flicking the tip while her other hand worked in and out of her pussy. The soft gasps and change in Lynnie’s breathing told him she was getting close. He fisted his hands where they sat in his folded arms and forced himself to stay where he was.

Her breath caught, her body tensed, her hands stopped moving as her back bowed. He didn’t need to feel her clenching around him to know what was happening. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body as he dropped his arms, unclenched his fists, and crawled up the foot of the bed toward her.

“Here, love.” Jake tugged the fingers from her leaking cunt, taking the time to suck them clean before setting her hand aside, then he moved her other hand as he moved in closer, dropping a gentle kiss against the top of her mound. He knew she was likely sensitive and didn’t want to overstimulate her, but at the same time, he couldn’t wait to get a taste. When her breathing returned to normal, he was careful how much pressure he used as he lowered his mouth to her core, licking and tasting every bit of her heat and moisture.

Taking advantage of the lubrication already there, he pressed two fingers inside, curling them to hit the sensitive spot toward the front of her entrance while he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit.

Heather’s hands found their way to his hair, tugging and pulling, trying to move him up, away from her core. He ignored her, determined to feel her clench around his fingers, to taste her pleasure at least once before he found his own.

“Aaron, please.” Her words were husky with need.

“What, baby?”

“I need you. Inside me.”

“Soon. Give me one more first.”

Jake didn’t know if it was his demand or the vibrations of his talking against her, but as if on command, her pussy clenched around his fingers, squeezing them tight as a wave of her slickness cascaded from her, filling his mouth. He savored the sweet, tangy taste of her pleasure.