9. Cherry
“Now it’s my turn to taste you.”
My confidence wavers at his words, and I look away from his handsome face and god-like body. I want that but I’ve never let a man do that to me before and I’m unsure if he really wants that or is just returning the favor. I once had a boyfriend tell me men didn’t enjoy it, but did it because they had to and it has stuck with me.
Yet, for some reason, I trust Jake. I’d spent a lot of time over the holidays thinking about him and us, and the way he is with me. Never in my life has a boy treated me like I was special like being around me feeds his soul and that’s Jake. Every morning, a text comes through to let me know he’s thinking of me. Some have been flirty, others funny but they’re always there waiting to greet me when my eyes open. Not just that but throughout the day he sends me funny videos or memes and when we hang out he respects me. Even with all the girls on campus fighting for his attention, he only has eyes on me.
It’s why I’d decided to take this leap with him, to take this for myself. I hadn’t discussed it with Lexi, hardly seeing her over the break thanks to Dean. I’d always regret my part in getting them together. I see it now, that side of him that blew up every red flag alert in my brain, but my best friend didn’t, and any attempt to talk to her resulted in her shutting down. So I’d decided to just be there when she needed me and, in the meantime, have my own adventure with Jake and see what happens.
“Blossom.”
A blush heats my skin as I look at him to find him watching me intently.
“I’ve never…. You don’t have to do that. It’s fine, really.” I go to move away but find myself on my back with Jake hovering over me, as he tackles me, rolling me beneath his big body.
“What the hell?” My heart beats faster at being pinned. Not in fear, but excitement. Something about not being able to get away makes my breath hitch with passion, my blood zing with it. I trusted Jake not to hurt me, and perhaps that’s why my body is reacting this way.
Embarrassment is making me waspish and defensive as I squirm beneath him. Jake smirks knowingly before he leans in and kisses me slow and deep, drugging my senses. I try to resist, keeping my mouth closed, but he nips my lip and I gasp, giving him the access he needs to seduce my body and mind. When he pulls away, I feel more relaxed as he studies me. He really is so fucking handsome it should be illegal, and I tell him so.
“Your face is like a damn work of art.”
Jake smiles, his dimples making him otherworldly beautiful. “Then your thighs should frame it.”
I laugh despite myself and shake my head at him. “Subtle and cheesy.”
Still, he watches me like he can’t quite believe we’re here, that I’d disappear if he blinks. He has such a sweet side to him, which I adore, but also a dominant, dark side which I want to explore more.
“Has nobody tasted your pussy, Cherry?”
God, this man and his filthy mouth will be my undoing. I shake my head and glance away.
“Eyes on me, baby. ”
I want to defy him but the need to please him seems to win out and his gaze is dark and intense as he stares at me like I’m the lamb and he’s the wolf.
“That’s my good girl.”
God, I’m fighting the urge to purr at his praise, my entire body tingles with it. I’m not this girl, I do what the fuck I want and fuck everyone else, and yet I want to be his, and only his.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hard I am right now to think that I’ll be the first man to put his mouth on your pussy?”
I shake my head and he hums. “So fucking hard. Feel.”
Taking my hand, he wraps our fingers around his cock, and it’s like steel. Thick and long, silky smooth with ridged veins that I know pulsed when he came.
“But I thought men didn’t really like it.”
Jake’s demeanor seemed to change, his eyes darkening, dangerously. “What fucking moron told you that?”
“Just some ex-boyfriend.”
“Well, he’s a fucking idiot. Real men live for the taste of perfect pussy and yours is the most perfect I’ve ever had. I’m salivating at the thought of you riding my face and letting me drink down every drop of your pleasure.”
Hearing he’d done this with other girls causes a lump to lodge in my chest. Jealousy burns hot and fast, as I try to push it down.
“Really? You’re gonna bring up other women’s pussy while I’m naked?”
“You brought it up, baby, but you’re right. I shouldn’t have said that. I have a past like you do, but that’s all it is, a past. All that matters to me is you.”
“Fine.”
“Am I forgiven?” He kisses his way down my neck before his teeth tease my nipple and then he sucks it hard, making my back bow in pleasure.
“Yes, yes.”
“Good. Now, be quiet and let me eat. ”
And God does he.
His lips skim my ribs, my belly, my hips, before his scruff grazes my thighs and he takes a big inhale, running his nose up my slit.
“Fuck, you smell like heaven.”
Then his tongue is on me as he takes a long swipe through my folds, and I’ve never felt anything like it. He fucks me with his tongue as his thumb rubs firm circles on my clit. My legs shake as he forces my body to submit to the pleasure of his mouth on me. Sweat slicks my skin as my back arches and every nerve in my body lights up. I’m so close to that peak, to that high, that I’m terrified I’ll detonate so hard that it will leave me a fragile shell. Yet still I chase it like my life depends on it.
Before I can fall over that edge, he switches it up, flicking my clit with his talented tongue as he finger fucks me. The wet sounds of his fingers in my pussy turn me on more, knowing he’s doing this to me. He teases and tortures me in the most beautiful, soul-defining way and I know nothing will ever feel as good as Jake Marshall’s mouth. He holds my orgasm just out of reach, backing away each time I come close. Until I’m begging, panting, writhing on his face, my desire coating my thighs and his chin.
“Fuck, I could live here and die a happy man.”
“Please, Jake, let me come.”
“Not until you tell me you understand.”
I shake my head, not understanding his question and half out of my mind with wanting him. “Understand what?”
“That you’re mine, and that I’m yours. No other woman matters to me. They never have and never will. Only you, Cherry. Only you exist for me and I need you to understand that.”
God, I want to, but I’ve never been enough before. Why would he be different?
“I can do this all day, baby, and it would be my pleasure.”
“Fine, I understand.”
Jake shakes his head, as he holds my clit between his teeth, the sting of pain only makin g me wetter. My climax is so close it borders on pain at this point but a pain so good it feels like nirvana.
“I don’t believe you.”
His finger hooks inside me and teases that secret place that no man before Jake had found. A moan slips from my lips as every cell in my body screams for the release he holds hostage.
“I understand. Nobody but me. Not now, not before.”
“Or ever again, Blossom. You’re mine.”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
He must be satisfied because he takes me over the edge, and I scream his name until my throat is sore and I’m sure the university is going to throw me out for making a spectacle of myself. Jake holds my thighs as he laps at me, drinking down every drop of my release like it was the water he needed to survive.
When I look down at him, my body limp from the climax he’d given me, I see his hooded eyes watching me with a smirk before he drops a kiss on my clit and I wince.
“Sore?”
I shake my head, as I feather my fingers through his hair and he lays his head on my inner thigh and almost purrs, as his eyes close. “No, just sensitive.”
His eyes pop open, and he grins at me. “I should probably give you a break before I fuck you then.”
God, his mouth is deliciously dirty and I find I like this side of him as much as the sweet caring one. “I feel like you’ve been holding back on me, Jake Marshall.”
“How so?”
“Well, you’ve shown the sweet, devoted, protective, hot guy, but this is the first time I’ve seen the dirty-talking sex god.”
“Does it scare you or put you off?”
He looks vulnerable as he asks the question and it reminds me that maybe I’m not the only one taking a risk. He has a reputation here and being with me might change that for him. I’m not the cute cheerleader or the girl next door, I’m different and loud sometimes, and abra sive and I’ve never felt the need to blend in, and yet he’s brave enough to want to do it anyway.
Sitting forward, I cock my head, as I palm his face, the stubble scraping my skin. “Nothing you could do would put me off you, Jake.”
“Nothing? What if I said I killed a man or I had a secret cross-dressing fetish?”
I study him, as he holds my gaze and I wonder if perhaps he does have a secret that he’s afraid for me to find out but it’s neither of those things. He’s just testing the waters around me. He has things in his past he’s ashamed of or have wounded him, just like I do, and that’s okay. We’re all a little broken in some ways, aren’t we?
“Not even those things.” And I found I meant it. “There are only two things that would make me walk away from you, and that’s lying to me or cheating on me. You do those, then we’re done, no matter how good the orgasms are.”
“I would never cheat on you, Blossom, and I don’t lie. I won’t say I haven’t in the past because I have. I was a punk, but I’m not that man anymore.”
I kiss him quick, worried I’ll blurt out my feelings for him if I don’t. He kisses me back lazily before pulling away. “How about we get some food and bring it back here and watch a movie?”
“Sounds perfect to me.”