The Winning Ticket (Circle of Friends #1)

26. Its Not Polite To Ask A Woman What Underwear Shes Wearing

JAKE

26

This morning had been alright. I hadn’t been particularly looking forward to spending hours trying on monkey suits, but Morgan had already called ahead with the suits she’d thought would work best to narrow down Chris’s options. She’d known it would be less painful, as Chris isn’t exactly known for his ability to make a decision quickly. This way, Will and I could keep him focused on the task at hand.

After settling on all-black, which would apparently be coupled with blue pocket squares and ties, it was all over within an hour, and we had escaped back to the apartment to watch hockey for a few hours.

Bri sent a few texts through the morning, complaining about the dress search, but I’d not heard from her for a few hours when Will and Chris left in the late afternoon. Once I let them out, I wander into the kitchen and stare at the food in the fridge while I pull my phone out of my pocket.

Jake

Do you want me to leave you some dinner, or have you got plans tonight?

We hadn’t discussed our plans for the weekend, and we didn’t have a chance to spend time together last night. I’d gotten in late due to a bad accident on the highway, and she’d already gone to bed because she needed to get up early this morning. After having spent the whole week fantasising about what I wanted to do with her, it had been beyond frustrating that circumstances beyond our control thwarted our plans.

Little B

OMW. What’s for dinner?

Jake

Would it be too forward if I said “You”?

I smirk when the little bubble appears almost immediately, before going away and reappearing several times. I can picture her trying to formulate a response.

I put my phone down and start pulling out the ingredients to make a simple pasta dish, wanting something quick and simple to get to dessert quicker.

When her response finally comes through, I feel my eyebrows fly upwards when I stare at my phone.

Little B

I think I can handle that. Can you?

It’s not the text that has my heart rate flying off the charts, but the photo accompanying it… Christ, the photo. She has clearly been shopping for more than bridesmaid dresses this afternoon because she’s sent me a selfie of her in a dressing room wearing the most fucking gorgeous underwear set I’ve ever seen on a woman. The deep red lace has left absolutely nothing up to the imagination.

Jake

Fuuuucccckkkk….

Little B

You like?

Jake

Fuck dinner, let’s just have dessert. Lots and lots of dessert.

Tell me you’re still wearing that…

Little B

It’s not polite to ask a woman what underwear she’s wearing, JJ.

Jake

I think we’ve more than established that when it comes to your body, Bri, I’m not fucking polite.

Little B

Such a naughty boy.

Jake

And what about you? Are you a good girl, Little B?

She doesn’t reply, and I know she’s most likely blushing like crazy right now. When I left this morning, her car was still here, so I figured she’d hitched a ride with one of the others. I can just imagine her sitting in the passenger seat, shifting while she rubs her thighs together when I ask her if she is a good girl. I worked out last weekend that she likes it a little rough but eats up any and all praise I dish out.

I finish making dinner and head into the bathroom to shower before Bri gets home.

When I come out of the bathroom, towel secured around my hips, I freeze while I take in the sight before me.

Bri is leaning against the back of the couch, hands resting along the top on either side of her hips, wearing only the lingerie from the photo. Her long blonde hair hangs in waves over one shoulder, covering one breast while she looks at me with a smile and her eyes travel over my naked torso.

I cover the distance between us in three long strides and pull her hips into mine while I crush my lips to hers.

“My god, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whisper when I begin kissing down her throat.

She arches into me when I squeeze her ass with my hands before running one hand up her spine to the back of her neck, holding her in place when my lips return to hers.

“I missed you today,” she says between gasps.

I lift her to sit on the back of the couch, prompting her to wrap her legs around my waist while I continue to stroke her tongue with mine in a slow, deep kiss.

“I’ve missed you all week,” I say, pulling away slightly to look down at her breasts while they strain against the flimsy lace that covers them. “This is my new favourite bra.” I lean down to suck on her nipple through the lace, and she moans before letting her head drop back and arching her back.

“I bought more. Lot’s more,” she says, her breath uneven, and she runs a hand through my hair while I continue to suck.

Shifting so that I’m holding her with one arm firmly around her back, I bring my free hand up to her other breast and begin rolling the nipple between my fingers, giving it the occasional pinch that makes her writhe against me.

“I can’t wait to see them all.” I lower myself to my knees and push her legs apart, and she steadies herself with both hands on either side of her hips. “Can’t wait to fuck you in all of them.” Pulling her forward so that she’s on the very edge, I bring both of her thighs over my shoulders, running my nose along her inner thigh while she gasps.

“What about dinner?” she whispers, and I smirk up at her from between her legs.

“I told you, fuck dinner. I’m having dessert first.” I pull the lace covering her aside and suck her clit into my mouth, chuckling when her moan echoes through the room.

She grips the couch to keep from falling backwards when I slowly push my finger inside her.

“Oh god, Jake, right there. Don’t stop,” she says, her voice shaking while she rides my face, and I fuck her with my finger, inserting a second, then a third while she moves faster.

I continue to swirl my tongue over her clit, feeling her grow tighter around my fingers as her orgasm builds.

“I’m coming,” she cries out, and I feel her pulse around my fingers when the orgasm rolls through her.

I continue to suck while she moans, keeping my fingers inside, and her body shakes. I bring my arm around her to keep her in place when her grip on the couch loosens.

“Such a good girl,” I say when I rise from the ground.

She looks at me through half-closed eyes, her chest rising and falling quickly while she attempts to gain control over herself. I lean down to kiss her slowly, and she wraps her legs around me again and deepens the kiss. Her arms come around my neck while she presses her chest into mine and moves her tongue against mine with a breathy moan.

She shifts in my arms, and I feel her legs drop down while she pushes me back slightly and slides down the couch to her knees. Looking up at me through lowered lashes, she pulls the towel away and releases my erection from where it had been straining against the towel. Continuing to hold my gaze, she runs her hand along my shaft until her mouth closes over the tip, and it’s my moans that fill the room now when she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck! You’re doing so well, Little B,” I groan, and she hums, causing the vibrations to run through me.

Breathing through her nose, she barely gags while she deep throats me, and I stare at her in wonder when she grabs my hips and urges me to thrust into her mouth, her eyes never once leaving mine.

Fighting the urge to come down her throat, I pull her up to her feet and kiss her hungrily.

“As much as I’d love you to keep going, I need to be inside you right now,” I say, pausing for the briefest moment when I realise I need to go and grab a condom.

Bri smiles slowly before reaching behind her and producing a condom from the box lying on the couch.

“Figured we’d need these,” she whispers, and I kiss her hard again before I snatch it from her hand and rip it open, rolling it on while I return to kissing her.

Once the condom is secured, I turn her roughly and bend her forward over the back of the couch, pulling her underwear to the side and pushing inside her in one hard thrust, and she cries out.

“Is this what you wanted, Little B? For me to fuck you over the back of the couch? That text had me hard all week.”

“Yes,” she moans when I begin moving. “Harder, Jake. Fuck me.”

I freeze for a moment while I process what she’s asking me before my thrusts turn hard and punishing. I tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her head back slightly.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this, Bri?” I ask, and she nods even when she jerks forward on the next thrust.

“Yes, Jake. I’ve been dreaming of this all week,” she says and cries out when I move the hand that was holding her hip to begin rubbing her clit.

I pull her up so that my chest is pressed against her back and push her hips into the back of the couch while I lightly grip her throat, turning her face so that I can kiss her mouth when she lets out another cry.

“That’s it, Bri. I want you nice and loud while I fuck you.” I feel her shudder when I speak, and I know she is loving every word. “You’re such a good girl, Little B. My good girl.”

“Oh God,” she whimpers, and I feel her tightening around me.

“Jake’s fine,” I whisper in her ear.

I work her clit harder and pick up the pace with each thrust, continuing to hold her throat with my other hand, though making sure I don’t squeeze too tight.

“Fuck! Jake, I’m coming,” she screams, and the orgasm rips through her.

“That’s it, Little B. Scream my name. I want everyone to know who’s fucking you so well,” I say while she shudders in my arms.

I slow my thrusts, and she struggles to regain her breath. She turns her face to mine and kisses me over her shoulder, pushing her ass back into me, urging me to keep going.

Pulling out of her, I spin her and lift her off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I walk us both around the couch, sitting down so that she straddles my lap. I lift her slightly, and she moves her underwear aside again while I guide her back down. She hisses slightly while she slides down slowly, and I try to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head at the sensation.

“Is this okay? Did I hurt you?” I ask, looking up at her face as she fully seats herself.

“It was perfect. Don’t you dare stop,” she says, and I grin when she begins to rock her hips in small, teasing movements.

“Oh, I won’t, don’t you worry.” I grip her hips and thrust up into her.

She gasps, and I know I’ve hit her g-spot when she throws her head back, gripping my shoulders while I continue to drive myself up into her. I feel my balls tighten when she pulses around me once again, and after two more thrusts, we come at the same time. Our moans mingle together before she collapses forward into me, burying her face into my neck while we struggle to breathe.

“Fuck,” I say, my voice shaking, and she laughs, her lips brushing against my throat before she sits back and looks down at me.

“So… You like the outfit, then?”

“As far as I’m concerned, Little B, you will be wearing this and only this any time we are in this apartment alone from now on,” I say with a smirk, and she grins before leaning down and kissing me softly.

“I think I can arrange that,” she whispers against my lips.

I am shocked when I feel my cock stir again.

She sits back and arches an eyebrow at me. “My, my, JJ, so eager. Ready for round two already?” She swirls her hips a little, and I groan when my hips thrust up of their own accord.

“Seriously, you are going to be the death of me,” I say when she begins rocking in earnest and before I know it, I’m hard again and off we go.