Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Jake pressed Laurel’s head down as his release crashed into him like a semi-truck traveling at high speed. It wasn’t a conscious move, but damned if he could stop it. Watching her go down on him and devour his cock was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. Especially, since she’d initiated it. His shy, reserved good girl just blew the ever-loving shit out of him, then sucked him dry because she’d wanted to. He didn’t force her, or even ask for it. She’d wanted to.
That fact hit him right between the ribs. Well, a little to the left.
Jake sat up and pulled her onto his lap. “Laurel...” He shook his head. “You…”
The words wouldn’t come—why could he never talk around this woman? He gave up trying and kissed her instead. The fact he could taste himself on her lips had him already hardening again.
“Where did that come from?” he asked, finally able to form a coherent sentence.
She blushed. Honest to God, after sucking his cock like a woman possessed, now she was blushing. How did a woman like her even exist?
She looked up at him through a thick veil of lashes. “You always said I’d make a good student.” She shrugged. “Apparently, you’re a good teacher.”
A laugh burst from his throat. “Hell, I didn’t teach you that! ” When the rosy color of her cheeks deepened, he shook his head in awe and bit his lip. “You know what?” He shifted her off of his lap and crawled forward, leaving her no choice but to lie back on the rug. “Gold star.” He moved above her and kicked out of his slacks and boxers. “A-plus.” Spreading her legs, he settled between them and hiked one up to his waist. “Wanna go for extra credit?”
He kissed her, rubbing himself against her heat. He was bare, but she still had underwear on, so he decided to torture her a little. Payback was a bitch, and right now, he was all about it.
When he rocked into her, she broke their kiss with a gasp. “Jake…”
“What was that?” he asked, continuing to dry hump her, although it was very evident she was anything but dry. He moved against her, prodding her entrance through the satin barrier.
She moaned, then did it again when he reached for her breast and started plucking at the taut nipple straining against the material of her dress.
Damn, she’s still wearing her dress. I need to remedy that.
“Jake, please.”
“Now, Princess,” he tutted. “‘Please’ is hardly worthy of extra credit.”
He pulled back, dragging her with him until they were both on their knees, and he could reach the back zipper of her dress. He pulled it down; the scraping sound of metal teeth was sweet torture because he knew what was waiting underneath.
Jake stood and helped Laurel to her feet, then turned them around so he could sit in the chair with her standing before him.
“Take off the dress,” he instructed.
She glanced toward the bedroom. “Don’t you?—”
“No. Do it here.” As much as he’d enjoyed her taking control earlier, he was in the driver’s seat now.
She wet her lips, then caught them between her teeth as she pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it fall into a pool of red silk.
His hungry gaze raked over her tantalizing curves and alabaster skin. She was wearing a matching bra and panties set in the same red color as the dress at her feet. That’s where the rest of her clothes needed to be.
“Take off your bra.”
“Jake.”
He could tell she was nervous. Even though she’d been a sexy little temptress a few scant minutes ago, putting herself on display made her uncomfortable.
“Extra credit, Princess.” He began lazily stroking himself, grinning when Laurel couldn’t stop herself from watching. “You want this…” He pumped his fist a few more times. “You do what I say.”
Her eyes snapped to his.
“Do you want my cock, Princess?”
She visibly swallowed, then dipped her head.
“Good girl.” The edge of his mouth pulled up, remembering when she’d bestowed a similar praise on him. “Take it off.”
She did.
Her breasts were perfect. Just the right size to fit in his palms. Her pebbled nipples begging him to take them into his mouth. And he would. He definitely would.
“Take off the panties.” He squeezed his cock as he said it, but otherwise kept his hand still. If he kept fucking himself with it, he wouldn’t last long once he was inside her. And he wanted to spend as much time inside that glorious pussy as he could.
He expected the flash of hesitation in her eyes, and the heat—he’d come to learn his girl liked being told what to do—but mild panic?
Concern tempered his arousal. “Laurel?”
Before he could ask if something was wrong, she pushed her panties down and kicked them away.
“Fuck me sideways,” he croaked out, scrubbing a hand down his face. Nothing else existed anymore. She was the only thing he was cognizant of because… that perfect pussy of hers? It was perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking bare.
“Number nine,” she said sheepishly.
“What?” He hadn’t even realized he’d moved from the chair until he was standing five inches in front of her.
“Number nine. On the list. Wax my?—”
Jake yanked her forward and crushed his mouth onto hers. The same instant, he snaked a hand down to rub over her velvety smooth pussy before thrusting two fingers inside.
He nipped at her lips. “You’re fucking drenched.”
Laurel moaned when he started pumping his fingers in and out of her tight heat. “I like extra credit.” She arched against his hand. “Extra credit is good.”
With a pained laugh, Jake lifted her and set her on the table. He was barely holding onto control as it was, but when he looked down and saw nothing but bare skin at the apex of her thighs, he turned crazed.
“Lay back,” he ordered. As soon as her shoulder blades met the table, he pulled her hips to the edge, and positioned himself at her wet entrance. He knew he should take care of her first, and vowed to make it up to her tenfold later, but right now, he couldn’t wait. She’d just given him a fucking blow job of epic proportions, but it wasn’t enough. He was insatiable where she was concerned. His need for her was so strong, it’d become a tangible force riding his back, spurring him on.
Closer. He had to get closer. If he wasn’t balls deep inside her soon, he’d go insane. He’d never wanted anyone more in his life.
Seconds before slamming into her, he remembered.
“Fuck!”
Condom. I need a goddamn condom!
“Where’re my damn pants?”
He moved to get them, but Laurel grabbed his arm. “I’m on the pill.”
The lust-filled haze blazing through him made it hard to breathe. “What?”
“I’m on the pill,” she repeated, wrapping her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles and arched upward, managing to tease his tip inside. “Jake,” she panted. “It’s okay. I need you.”
Never.
“Are you sure?”
He’d never had sex without suiting up before.
“I’m sure.”
Not with any woman.
“I’m clean,” he rasped, physically shaking from the effort of holding back.
Only this woman.
“Me too.” She squirmed against him. “Jake, please.”
Only her.
Always her.
With a roar, he surged into her, a whirlpool of feelings pulling him under like a riptide.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. What about when you find your other half? The person who completes you. The one who glues the broken pieces of your soul back together without you even realizing it’s happening.
It was all there in a flash. His future life with Laurel… moving in together, getting married, having children, sharing a life, sitting on the porch in the rocking chairs he wanted more than he’d ever realized.
Everything he never dreamed he’d be good enough to deserve, he’d found in her. She was his redemption. His impossible winning ticket to the life of his dreams. Laurel was his… everything, he realized. Absolutely everything.
“I love you,” he whispered, before taking her mouth in a kiss that offered up his heart, as scuffed and battered as it may be.
Her walls started clenching down around his thick girth. The feel of being sheathed inside her as he continued to pull out and thrust back in was intensified by the hot slickness of no barriers between them. When he felt his balls tighten, he picked up the pace, repeatedly ramming into her, making the table scuff against the floor.
“Jake,” Laurel whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders seconds before she splintered apart. A few strokes more and he joined her.
He continued thrusting until every last sensation and shiver had been wrung from their bodies. Breathing heavily and glistening with sweat, he collapsed onto his forearms above her, framed her face with his hands, and kissed her tenderly.
“A-plus, plus, plus,” he said with a grin, making her giggle. It was only then that he realized she was lying on a hard oak table. “Shit, Princess, I’m sorry. I should’ve taken you to bed, but I couldn’t wait.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
Jake pulled her into a sitting position, then scooped her up bridal style. He carried her to his room and laid her on the bed before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.
She flopped back, sinking into the thick comforter with a satisfied moan. “So much better.”
He returned a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth. “It’s a little messier without a condom.”
Laurel blushed. Damn, he loved that blush.
“A little,” she said with a coy smile. “But, wow.”
“Definite wow.”
Once she was cleaned up, he had her slide over and joined her on the bed, pulling the far side of the comforter over them. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close—something she’d better get used to because he’d made up his mind…. He was never letting her go.