Chapter Five
This was a very bad idea.
He’d only gone up to talk to her, but then…
The shadowy back corner didn’t offer much cover, but it was quieter here and they were far enough out of the way, hidden behind a private booth, that Jake was confident nobody could see. He had pinned her to the wall, hands braced, penning her in with his body as their tongues danced a fiery duet and her fingers clutched at his jacket.
“This… this is… we should stop…” she gasped, tearing her lips from his. Her objections, however, only opened more skin for him to kiss so he dipped down to ravish the slope of her neck with nips and licks while working his way between her legs. Needing her to feel how hard she’d gotten him. And he was hard. Hemmed in by the tight confines of his denim prison, his cock felt like a solid length of steel between his legs. The pressure amassing inside wasn’t exactly painful, but by no means was it pleasant, either.
It demanded release, and he fully intended to grant that wish. Later.
“Mmm… but you’re so wet,” he whispered, gently nipping the spot where her neck and collar met before soothing it with a slow, leisurely lick. “Come on, say you want me. Your needy little pussy must be throbbing for my cock.”
Arching into his mouth, Vickey fisted his hair, pulling him closer. “No, no! Jake! Please…”
She was nervous, her voice low and breathless, still worried they’d be caught, but that wanton tone was music to his ears. He collared both her wrists in one hand, pinning them behind her back with enough force to make her gasp.
“Ah. Ah. Ah… No touching.” He was sinking to his knees, the fingers of his free hand curling into the waistband of her jeans.
“Jake?” she gasped, louder now, as the denim pooled around her boots, exposing her to his hungry eyes.
“Well, look at these.” His grin was toothy as he took in her vibrant crimson and black underwear. Part lace, part filigree, but entirely sexy. It hugged her so tight, the outline of her folds was clearly visible through the fabric. “Such sexy panties. Did you come out looking to get fucked?” He pushed a finger into the centre of the garment, gently rubbing up and down, tracing the line of her furrow. “Mmm… and you’re so wet.” His mouth watering at the heady aroma of her arousal, he drew in a long, exaggerated breath.
“Ja-Jake-oh!”
He licked her through the lace, the point of his tongue sweeping up the cleft in a slow drag up and over her clit, collecting all the creamy dew that had seeped through. It was the briefest tease of contact, but it was enough to make her knees all but buckle as her hips jumped, pleading for more.
“You’re so responsive, you dirty girl. Hasn’t someone been getting any lately?”
“No-no-no! Please, Jake, don’t…”
“Have you fucked anyone else?” Jake repeated, pushing his finger into her heat, then dragging it up to bear down on her clit. “Answer me.”
“No! No, there’s been no one else! Just- please Jake, I- oh God! Just you. Just you! Don’t-don’t tease me, I can’t-oh fuck, there right there! I can’t take it! Eat me! Fuck me! I don’t care, just make me cum.”
Jake’s mouth enveloped the bud of her clit through the lace, and he sucked. Hard. He had dreamed of this moment. Of having her beneath him again, at his mercy, begging him to finish her. In those moments, he had teased and toyed with her, driven her to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull back and start over. But here, now, he just couldn’t deny her.
Instead, he watched the orgasm sweep over her with almost perverse fascination, drinking her in, recommitting every moment to memory. How her skin flushed, the way she arched and thrashed, forcing her eyes shut against the pleasure and worrying her bottom lip to keep from moaning. She was perfect. A deity. The goddess of love, beauty, and debauchery. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. He was her faithful servant, enslaved to worship at her feet.
Restrained as she was, her release racked her like a storm. Jake sucked her all the way through, her flavour like honeyed wine on his tongue, and as it passed, her legs gave way. Rising to meet her, he released the hold on her wrists to steady her while his other hand hooked around her thigh, raising one long leg.
“Wrap your leg around me.”
She obeyed, but the difference in their heights forced her to raise herself onto the tiptoes of the other leg to do so. Jake dipped his head to take her mouth in a long, lush kiss. Swirling his tongue around hers, the hand that had been holding her leg dipped down to the crotch of his jeans, where his cock formed a very obvious bulge. While that hand worked at the buttons, the hand that had been supporting her back teased down the nubs of her spine to cup her bum, two fingers hooking under and drawing back the drenched thong.
When he pulled back, glazed eyes struggled to focus on him. “Ja-Jake?”
He swept his tongue across his bottom lip, collecting the last of her heady cream. “Delicious.” Then time held its breath.
Holding her gaze, he rolled his hips, watching as Vickey’s eyes widened, and that cute little mouth formed a delicious ‘O’ as his broad crest passed through her folds into lush, welcoming heat.
And it took all his restraint not to lose himself right there.
Jake lived for this moment. When he pushed inside, when their bodies joined, and two came as close to becoming one as it was humanly possible. When he saw the look in her eyes that told him she could feel him inside her. It filled him with a sense of pure primitive conquest. She was his. This beautiful little sex-kitten was all his, and he was going to make sure she knew it. She was his.
“T-too much… s-so big b-bu-but so good!” Vickey panted, her tone pleading and her hands seizing anything she could cling to.
Jake gritted his teeth against his answering moan as her muscles flexed around him, bearing down on his cock. She needed time to adjust, to get used to the feeling of a man inside her again, but he couldn’t wait.
He needed her. Now!
She felt as much as heard Jake’s low growl of pleasure. The deep rumble hummed through his skin into hers as he pulled back, withdrawing until more than half his length had left her before driving back home. The sudden delicious shock of deeper penetration had Vickey’s head rolling back. “Jake!”
“Yeah, that’s it. You missed my cock. Didn’t you?” With his hands only half supporting her, he repeated the move.
“Yes!” She couldn’t believe this was happening. It was so surreal, like something straight out of a Sylvia Day novel. Jake. Here. Fucking her against the wall in a dark corner of this sleazy Docklands club. And she, utterly helpless to do anything about it, powerless in his arms as he pinned her to the wall. The odd position was making her feel disoriented and her pussy was sucking wantonly on his cock.
God, she had missed this. He was too big for her. Too long. Too thick. It was always a struggle for her to accommodate him, but when he was fully sheathed inside her, he stretched her out and left her feeling completely stuffed. Using what little leverage her one foot could give her to grind herself against him while digging her heel into the base of his spine, she urged him on, craving the raw, primal heat that only Jake could invoke in her.
“Fuck! You feel so good!” he panted. “This has you so hot, knowing anyone could come by and see you getting fucked.”
“J-Jake!” She wanted to deny it. But just the vision conjured up by that statement had her ready to burst. Instead, she pushed back and ground her throbbing clit against his pelvis, craving more.
“I’m going to make you scream, love. Make you scream so loud so the whole place will hear you begging me to fuck you, to make you cum.” Then he heaved her into the air.
The motion was so quick. So sudden. It made her half squeak in fright and half moan with ecstasy. She was forced to relinquish her hold, to throw her arms around his neck, clinging to him with all her might. He had an incredible body, like marble, not bulky, but etched and defined. She longed to see him, to pull those clothes from him and bask in his magnificence and feel his warmth pressing around her. But then he began to pump her up and down, his cock slamming into her with wild abandon.
“Oh fuck! Jake! No! Not so-fuck! I can’t-Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her voice was rising, growing louder with the sensations stirring in her centre. Desperate to smother the sounds he was drawing out of her, she buried her face in the hollow of his throat to kiss, bite, and suck all the skin she could reach.
God, his strength was amazing. Even pounding into her like a jackhammer, driving into her harder and deeper than before, he supported her so easily, as though she weighed less than a feather. Manipulating her. Using her. Controlling her with irresistible force as large hands squeezed her arse hard enough to make her gasp, driving her up and down, his thick cock sawing through her wet heat, touching those places she had never known existed before she’d met this man.
It felt like he would split her in two at any moment.
Anything he wanted, he could have. She was his for the taking. She couldn’t take it. It was too good, too much. He was right. She was going to scream. Any moment now, he was going to shove his big dick inside her all the way, bump her clit, and she would shatter and scream for the whole club to hear!
“Jake!” she breathed in his ear, taking her lobe between her teeth, her inner walls squeezing him. “Make me ride your big cock, baby- oh fuck! Oh my God, yes, yes, yes!”
Fuck, this was it. She couldn’t stop. He was going to make her cum, and she was going to scream. Oh God, she was going to scream, and she didn’t care. Let them all hear. Let them see. She didn’t care. She only needed…
“Cum for me, angel.” Jake’s mouth caught her lips in a searing kiss the instant he thrust up to meet her halfway as he brought her down and buried himself inside her all the way to the root, forcing her over the edge.
The orgasm ripped through her in waves of fire, fast and hard, rippling outward from the pit of her stomach to the tips of her fingers and toes. The scream that left her was voiceless, but she could feel herself shaking as if the very fibre of her being was trying to escape the bounds of flesh and soar free to the heavens.
She clung to Jake with everything she had. He was her anchor to the mortal world and seemed content to let her ride the waves of her orgasm until the heat and frenzy ebbed slowly away to leave her floating in the warm comfort she only knew with him. Here, in his arms, she could forget. She could forget about her father and the family he murdered, the old paedophile calling himself The People's King, the men hunting her, the bounty.
Whatever he was. However bad he might be for her. Jake made her feel safe and whole. He was the only one who could.
For that, she would love him forever.