Chapter Twenty
Dallas, TX
Mia
T he touch of Jake’s lips on mine is intoxicating. I can’t get enough. All I want is him. And I want him now.
I know where this could lead. There’s no doubt he’s thinking the same thing. Thinking this is a bad idea. But with the way he’s kissing me back and the way he’s holding me close, I don’t think either of us care. This feels right. Maybe, after all this time, we need this connection.
I’ve dated other men before. Been with them intimately. But none of those moments with those other men compare to what’s happening right now.
At this point, I’ve come to the realization my crush on Jake never ended. I used to be afraid of him seeing all of me, the real me. Not anymore. I’m done hiding from him. If this is my one chance to show him how I feel, I’m taking it.
He pulls me closer to him, one strong arm wraps around my waist while the other brushes over my butt. I cling to him, wrapping a leg around his. His cock is hard against my inner thigh. I moan as he breaks our kiss. He glides his lips down my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, before stopping at the swell of my breast.
All that arguing, his teasing, his flirting. Was that to get my attention? To tell me he wants me as much as I’ve wanted him? If that’s true, I’m now kicking myself for not giving in sooner. For not setting aside my fears and insecurities long enough to see him as the man I’ve desired for all these years, not the man I couldn’t have.
I lift my shirt over my head and let it fall to the ground. I grab him again and crash my lips to his. His muscled chest feels hard against mine.
“Mia,” he breathes between kisses. “Are you sure?”
I pull him back into my kiss. No talking. No more arguing. No regrets. I’m done fighting what feels natural.
I want him. I crave him.
“I need you.”
I barely get the words out when he grabs hold of my legs. “Jump.”
I do as he says. He lifts me, pinning me against the wall. My sex rests on his cock, only the material of our jeans separating us.
“Fuck,” he moans.
I wrap my legs around his hips, bringing him closer and scratching my nails down his back. His breath hitches between kisses.
I accept his kiss deepening kiss. His taste is something out of this world. The heat that burned the last time he kissed me now has grown into a wildfire. I need him to put out the flames quickly building inside me. No other man that can do that
I try to wriggle against him. Anything for that orgasm. But he holds me tight, keeping me from finding friction. Dammit.
A frustrated moan escapes my lips.
“You do that, baby girl, and we’ll be fucking in the hallway.”
“So?” I don’t know what’s come over me. At this point, as long as I have him, I don’t care where we do it.
“You deserve better.”
“Then take me to the bedroom already.”
“All in good time. I intend to take my time with you.”
“But I want?—”
He shushes me with his warm lips on the sweet spot of my neck. “You’ll have it when you’re ready, baby girl.”
“Your place or mine?” I say, kissing up and down his neck. I’m desperate for him to give me what I want.
He chuckles. He must be realizing what I’m doing because then he slips a hand down my jeans and covers my clit.
I gasp and moan all at once from the contact. I melt into him.
“That’s my girl.”
I lean my head against the wall as he pleasures me with these small, slow, agonizing circles. Every time I get close to going over the edge, he pulls me back from the precipice.
“Please,” I beg him. What the hell has he done to me?
He smirks. “The more you struggle, the longer you’ll have to wait.”
I don’t know if this is pleasure or torture. I hate it, but I’m loving it. Whatever the case, my fantasies of this moment are nothing compared to the real thing.
I groan. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Maybe a little bit. But I can tell you are, too. You’re so wet.” He pushes one finger inside me while his thumb continues to circle my bundle of nerves.
“Oh, god. Oh, god. I’m right there.” I immediately regret saying those words, because he ceases and pulls his hand free.
“Hey—”
He ends my protest with a kiss. I lean into it and feel him shifting, walking. And then I’m free-falling. I gasp until my back hits the mattress and I find myself looking at the ceiling of his bedroom.
“That’s my baby girl,” he praises.
I bite my lip. I think I’ve just realized I have a new kink. The more I’m with this man, the more I learn about myself. How does he do this? How does he drive me crazy yet soothe me all at once?
“Spread your legs,” he demands.
I must have found some kind of confidence I didn’t know I had. Or maybe I’m just that desperate. I say two words I’d never thought I’d say to a man, much less to Jake. Two words I know will add fuel to the fire we’re making. “Yes, Sir.”
In that moment, his hazel eyes blaze black. I don’t know whether to be terrified of what happens next or as turned on as I feel.
He climbs over me before devouring my lips in another kiss, this one thorough and scorching.
With my legs spread, I wrap them tightly around him, drowning in the sensations of his lips raking my neck.
I feel his hands underneath me, then my bra gives way. I watch him throw it across the room. My breasts are now on full display for him.
I try to cover them with my arms, but he pulls them apart, pinning them to my sides.
“You have gorgeous breasts, Mia. Never be ashamed of them.” He cups one in his hand before leaning in and sucking my nipple in his mouth. He gives the other the same treatment, pinching the first with his thumb and forefinger. The sweet sensation of pleasure and pain has me arching into his touch.
I grab at his shirt, riding it up his torso. I want his bare skin on mine.
He releases his hold on my nipples, kissing my lips again. “Not yet, baby girl. I want to look at every inch of you first.”
I shiver at his words. I feel something inside me drop to my core. I squirm from my newfound arousal. The thought of a man studying my naked body is a fantasy I’ve always had but never had the courage to try.
I move my hands to the button of my pants when Jake stops me, pinning my arms above my head. “Allow me.”
I nod, staying as perfectly still. My heart pounds so loud, I wonder if he can hear it, too.
He kisses down my jaw, licks each my nipples in turn, then drops down to my stomach, exploring my skin with sweet presses of his lips.
I watch him slowly unbutton my pants, slide them down my thighs, and yank them completely free. I’m left in nothing but my drenched pink underwear.
“All for me,” he growls before ripping the delicate scrap from my body and throwing the scraps to the floor with the rest of my clothes.
I’m now bare and open to him. I have nowhere to hide.
He scans every inch of my body. “I’ve seen you in sweats, business attire, and even a bikini. But now my favorite outfit of yours is your birthday suit. And soon, it’ll also be me on—and inside—you.”
I gasp at his statement. “Jake…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
No. God, no. This feels too good.
“Love me,” I whisper.
He leans forward, grabbing my cheeks, and kisses me once more before he caresses his way down my neck, over my breasts and peaked nipples, down my torso, and around my thighs. Finally, he grips my hips and stares at my slick folds. An instant later, he presses two meaty fingers into my pussy, stretching me beyond what I thought I could handle as his finger curl inside me. His thumb circles my clit, and our gazes fuse.
“Are you ready for me, baby girl?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I keep repeating as he draws me closer and closer to climax. “Please.”
He tugs his shirt over his body, throwing it out of sight. He tackles his pants next, shoving them off, along with his underwear. His thick, long cock springs free. Veins pop from the shaft. His crest already seeping.
I gasp in surprise at first. But then the thought of licking him his most sensitive spots has me biting my lip.
He studies me. “You like what you see?”
I try to hide my blush, but it’s useless. I’ve never been with anyone this big before.
He holds my chin in his hand, pulling my focus to his eyes. “I like it when you blush for me.”
Just his words alone have me feeling so good, and he isn’t even inside me yet. Regardless of his feelings for me, I’m dying to know how good it will be between us. The pleasure he will no doubt give. The bliss that’s awaiting me.
I sit up from the bed, reaching for him. “Can I touch it?”
I want to feel him in my palm. Taste him in my mouth. Make him feel just as good as he’s making me. If he’s going to unravel me, I want to take him down with me, too.
For a second, he looks surprised, but he smiles. “All in good time. But first”—he pulls me to the edge of the bed before shoving my legs wide apart and bending close to my pussy—“I want to lick up all the cream you have for me.”
Before I can respond, he separates my slick folds, and he curls his tongue around my bundle of nerves.
My last thought? Jake Hall is absolutely going to undo me, and I’m going to love every second.
Jake
I’ll never get tired of this, of her pleasure in my hands. Her sweet submission has my cock hard as stone. I’m dying to get inside this woman, but I want to enjoy this moment with her for as long as I can. Because once reality hits, it will hit hard. And questions will have to be answered.
Why is she letting me do this? She has a boyfriend.
Maybe I can show her I’m better. Maybe this moment will change her mind and show her I’m better for her. Or does she plan on crawling back to her boyfriend come morning? No. I don’t want to believe that. This time with her feels more intimate than just a good fuck.
Logic tells me I should walk away before I get hurt. Yet my gut says to stay. I’ve wanted this woman for so long. If this is my only chance to get her to see that, then I’ll give her everything I have.
She writhes underneath my tongue. Her moans turn into louder whimpers. She grabs onto my scalp, driving me deeper. She’s close to finishing. Good. I want to taste more of her juices.
I then switch tactics, slipping my tongue into her slit. If my fingers tell me anything, it’s that I’ll have to take my time as I work my way inside her.
I tighten my grip around both her thighs as I explore her pussy even more, bringing her closer. She arches her back.
“Jake. Jake. I…oh, god. Oh, god.” She lets out a scream that’s like music to my ears.
I take in every last bit of her cream. Damn, I could spend my life making her feel as good as she does right now. The sounds she makes when I pleasure her, both big and small, are now my favorite music. Her naked body is my favorite sight to see.
I slowly come back up from her pussy, traveling up her body, past her gorgeous breasts to her flushed face.
Her eyes are barely open as we gaze at each other.
For years, I questioned if I could ever be happy with someone else. A part of me wished someone would come into my life and have me forget about Mia. Forget the fact I burned for her. Anything to end my torment. End the battle I’d had with myself between wanting her, and being ashamed for it. But right here, and right now, is all I need. She is what I need. That has never changed. And it never will.
I kiss her mouth once again as I settle between her legs.
“How do you feel?” I speak softly.
She breathes deeply. “I feel…wow.”
“That’s my girl.” God, what a beautiful sight.
She grabs my chin, bringing me back to her mouth. “I want more,” she whispers between kisses.
“You’ll have more. I promise you that,” I assure her as I reach a hand downward to align my crest at her entrance.
“How long has it been?”
“A-a couple of months.”
Seriously? That long? If it’s been that long since her and Vance had sex, he’s clearly not getting the job done. More brownie points for me since I’m going to rock her world, if I haven’t already.
Besides that, I know I’ll have to take my time moving inside her. No doubt she’s tight. Fortunately, the time I’ve spent revving her up should make things easier.
“This might hurt a bit, so let me know if I need to stop,” I tell her.
She nods in response.
I then slowly start penetrating her entrance. Immediately, I can feel her sex tightening around me. I let out a groan. It’s both pleasure and pain. I need her to relax.
I use one hand to make slow circles against her clit as I continue to slowly drive deeper inside her.
“Oh,” she moans. “Oh, my god. What do you do to me?” She caresses her soft hand onto my cheek, the other on my hip.
I feel a bead of sweat fall down my brow. If I didn’t have to worry about hurting her, I’d just thrust in to the hilt at one time. How tempting that is. But the last thing I want to do is hurt her. Not when my goal is to give her pleasure.
A few seconds go by, and my length is halfway in. I stop, letting her adjust. “Are you alright, baby girl?”
She nods, her breathing heavy as well.
“No pain?”
“No,” she whispers. “Jake, I need you.”
Did I hear that right?
Was that a slip of the tongue, or did she actually mean that? I want to believe she did, but it could’ve easily been a heat of the moment. There’s needing someone as in being in someone’s life, and then there’s needing someone during sex. The questions is, which one could she mean? But right now, I’m choosing not to think about that. I want my head to be here in the moment. I’d rather think about what will happen afterward tomorrow.
“Please,” she pleads to me again as she wraps her legs around my hips. “I want more of you.”
More of me is what she’ll get…soon.
I grab hold of both her hands, pinning them over her head. “You’re not in control right now, baby girl. I am.”
Keeping her hands pinned with one hand, I use the other to tease her clit again. She lets out a gasp, followed by a loud moan. She wriggles underneath me. She’s close. Her sex clamps onto me like a too-tight pressure cuff. If I don’t move now, I could finish before I even start.
Immediately, I pull my hand away from her button and push the rest of my cock in her sweet pussy. We both groan.
“Baby, you feel so good.” I capture her lips.
Being around her is one thing, but being inside her is something out of a fantasy.
Slowly moving my hips back, pulling back halfway, I then thrust back in hard to the hilt. She lets out a sound that’s something between a gasp and a moan. We moan together as I find a hard, steady rhythm. I can hear skin slapping with each thrust inside her. I make sure our friction hits her clit.
“Harder,” she demands.
I grab her legs with both hands and place them over my shoulders. I feel myself moving impossibly deeper inside her. Her moans become more cries of pleasure. With each stroke, I know I’m hitting her sweet spot. One thrust after the other, I know I’m coming close to crashing. But I don’t want to come down from this cloud of ecstasy with her.
She grabs a tight hold of the sheets in both hands. Her back slightly arches. “Oh, god. Jake. I need you.”
I drop her legs, towering my body over hers as I continue driving hard and deep. I try to contain my orgasm as long as I can.
“Jake. I’m going to…”
“Come with me baby. Come.”
“Oh, god, Jake!” She screams out her orgasm.
I’m right behind her. “I love you.” I let out a feral growl, pouring myself inside her.
Crashing down from that high with her, for a second, our bodies become one. I release more of my seed inside her. I want this orgasm of ours to last a lifetime, if it could.
Reluctantly, I pull myself away laying beside her. I’m not ready to leave her yet. Not ready for this to be over. And I never will be.