Chapter 7
Mallory
Good god Jake is strikingly handsome. How the hell has he been single for so long? The soft glow from his bedside lamp cast little shadows over his chest and I feel a knot rise in my throat.
Where is this going? Nowhere.
Does that dampen the mood? Not one bit. Because Jake has a point. If we already know it’s going nowhere, then why not just have a fun time, create some magical memories together, and give into this chemistry between us.
I bite my bottom lip hard. The stinging pain keeps my thoughts from racing further.
“Mallory,” the way he says my name makes my skin tingle. I cross my legs, as if it could ease the need rising to dangerous levels growing between them.
Amusement flickers on his face as I retort, “Jake,” my tone toying with him. This tall, muscular, blue-collar man is somehow putty in my hands.
His eyes darken as I tug the hem of my sweater and slide it off over my head.
I toss it to where his clothes are on the floor.
Then, to match his state of undress, I unclasp my basic t-shirt bra and add it to the growing pile of clothing.
He strips out of his jeans and underwear.
His thick cock springs free from his striped briefs.
It’s my turn to relish in his hungry gaze as I continue. I unfasten and pull my pants down, taking my hip hugger panties with them. This little strip tease is clearly working for both of us. Jake’s eyes are locked onto wherever my hands travel.
I’ve never been overly self-conscious of my curves.
It took a while, a few shitty encounters with others, but it’s my body.
It’s strong and keeps me moving and alive.
As long as my closet is full with fun clothes then I’m happy.
I’ve never felt the level of desire from a partner as I have under Jake’s gaze now.
I let my legs fall open and run my fingers down my waist, over my thighs, to my knees, and back.
I can see the slight wetness on his tip.
“What a tease,” he almost growls, his rich voice stroking the flames in my lower abdomen. My own arousal grows as he lowers himself on the bed. His hands grip my thighs and he kisses me with fervor, as if he’s claiming me as his.
God, if only this could go somewhere.
My mind is dizzy with lust, passion, all the things that have me drenched, aching for Jake to plunge into me.
He kisses my jaw, my neck, and continues to head downward.
The softness of his mouth and the light pressure send shivers down my spine.
I wiggle my butt, trying to open myself for him.
Jake chuckles, the reverberations against my skin makes my pulse quicken.
He runs his warm tongue over my entrance, spreading myself open to him. My legs tremor involuntarily under the slow, languid motion. He lets one finger ever so slightly press against my entrance but doesn’t push it further.
“You’re the tease” I grit out as he then presses it inside of me, stroking upwards.
Pressing against my inner walls while continuing the up and down movements with his tongue.
My need grows as he takes his time. His beard tickles my sensitive skin.
I fist my fingers in his hair, firmly pressing his face against my core in an attempt to seek release.
“I need more,” I roll my hips as he adds a second finger. I sharply inhale. My stomach tightens. I’m teetering close to the edge. I gently tug on him to come up for air. He licks his lips as he hovers above my body.
“Mallory?” he questions, he props himself up above me.
“I want to come with you inside of me,” the words leave my mouth as he then kisses me slowly again. “I have an implant,” I tug his face away from mine for a breath. I can feel his heart beating against my chest as we’re pressed together.
He rolls off of me and lays on his back then taps his thighs.
“Come here,” his commanding voice makes my pussy clench. Part of me wants to disobey. To see what happens. The other part of me wants Jake to make me a breathless mess.
I move to straddle him, then lightly wrap my hands around his shaft and move them up and down.
His precum acting almost like lube. My hands quicken as he rocks his hips into them.
I try to bring him to the edge with me, then stop.
I release my hands and tease his tip at my entrance.
I rub it against my slick core, my own excitement grows with each action.
“Maybe we’re both the tease,” he lifts his head and captures my very hard nipple in his mouth. He runs his tongue over the bud before lightly biting.
Then Jake firmly grips my hips before easing himself inside. I let out a small shout at the change in size, but it turns into more of a moan as I raise myself and then lower slowly, letting him watch his cock press inside of me inch by inch.
“Oh god, Jake,” I whimper as I let my head fall back.
Every fiber of my body is on edge, a current running through me. I quicken my pace as I roll my hips, taking him deeper and deeper. One of his hands is firmly gripping my right thigh, his fingers dig into my skin. His other hand is pinching my left nipple.
“I’m close,” I pant. It’s like the world around us has disappeared.
Jake quickens, and I tuck my head into the crook of his neck as he now grips my ass, holding my core as tight to him as possible.
My eyes close tightly. I bite down onto his shoulder to smother my moans as waves of ecstasy rush over me, pushing me over the edge.
My toes curl and my body shivers. I moan his name as Jake slows his movements, releasing every bit inside of me.
I collapse on top of him, out of breath.
He runs his fingers up and down my back and kisses my forehead.
“That was better than just a good time,” I try to catch my breath.
“I’m down to do that every day until you leave,” he murmurs.
We separate and we lay on our backs next to each as we catch our breath. I roll onto my side and face him. I can see the faint bitemark on his shoulder growing angrier by the second. Thank god it’s still winter weather, no shirtless outings for Jake.
“Can I borrow one of your shirts to sleep in?” I ask Jake. His brows furrow.
“I was hoping to cuddle you naked all night long Mal,” he lets out a long sigh as he traces the edge of my face.
Not what I thought his response would be.
But I absolutely love it. It makes me feel those flames start to ignite once more.
“You sleep with the door open right? In case Charlotte needs you. On the off chance that she does wander in here, I think that I should be clothed. Don’t you?” he tilts his head for a moment.
For a split second I worry if my brain was so drunk on orgasms that I’m speaking French instead of English.
He kisses my forehead, an action I’m growing accustomed to, and goes to his dresser.
He pulls out a t-shirt and tosses it my way.
Then he slips his underwear and a top on.
He tosses me a pair of boxers too. I figured that between the height difference it wouldn’t matter that Jake is fit and lean while my boobs add a bit too much strain to women’s fitted tops.
I pull the soft tee over my head and then slide the bottoms over my hips. He starts to fix the covers of the bed.
“I’ll use the bathroom.”
He has a small bathroom attached to his bedroom. Both are that navy and grey combo that he clearly likes. The white tile in the bathroom has speckles of blue and gold in it. I pee and splash some water on my face.
I join Jake in his bed. His king-size bed makes sense for his height, but it also feels like the perfect size for the two of us.
Not that we’re anything serious.
“Come here,” he wraps his arms around me and tugs me firmly against him. My ass pressed against his somewhat hard dick. “Ignore it,” he murmurs in my ear, “I’ve been in a state of turned on every time I see you.”
I chuckle as we settle into this spooning position. My eyes shut and I feel my breathing calm, I’m on the brink of sleep when I hear his voice, almost like a low hum, whisper “I think I’m seriously falling for you Mallory Morin.”