17
KIERA
Jake carries me into his room. He gently lays me down on his bed, and I watch as he starts to undress.
My eyes follow the deliberate movements of his hands, tracing the contours of his body. His pants come off slowly, the movement deliberate and sensual. My gaze lingers, taking in the sight of his body, the play of muscles beneath his skin. His abs ripple as he flexes, and I feel my mouth go dry as his very obvious erection comes into view.
"Impressive view," I quip, a playful smile tugging at my lips.
Jake smirks a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Glad you think so."
He climbs onto the bed in front of me, causing the space between us to become charged.
I slowly but deliberately open my legs and lean back against the bed, propped up on my elbows.
Pulling my panties aside, I expose my pussy, my fingers stroking my swollen clit.
Slowly, I make my way toward my warm center, with two fingers plunging in and out of my soaked entrance.
His face changes quickly as it darkens with lust. He slowly inches toward me.
He hooks a hand around my ankle and pulls me toward him until I'm completely beneath him. His delicious weight digs into me as his body traps me between him and the bed. There's no escape.
I gasp at the pressure, and more so when his mouth closes around a sensitive spot at the base of my throat and suckles hard.
My body arches, but his weight remains unyielding on top of me. He has total control, and that knowledge turns me on even more.
There's nothing sweet in the way his mouth trails up and captures mine. It's a fiery, take-no-prisoner kiss that leaves me gushing wet.
Jake settles himself between my thighs, his weight slightly shifting to make me sit upright long enough to reach behind my back and take my bra off.
He slides it down my arms so my breasts are exposed to him and crushes his chest to mine. The contact heats my blood, and the pressure between my legs keeps mounting. I can practically feel my clit throbbing.
"You're mine; all of you belongs to me. Do I make myself clear?"
The possessiveness in his voice makes my stomach tighten and my heart race with need.
"Yes," I moan.
Everything he does is slow and torturous. He buries his head between my breasts and inhales, the long, drawn-out, hot breath making me shiver.
He grabs them almost painfully before he kisses down between the valley while he continues to knead my breasts before his fingers pinch my nipples hard.
I cry out as pain and pleasure course through me. He continues to suck and lick and bite, and I know that by the time he's done, he'll have left his mark on me.
He continues to kiss a trail down my stomach, softly putting pressure on my lower abdomen before he’s between my thighs.
He keeps his gaze on me while he hooks his finger around my panties and pulls them down to my ankles, ripping them in the process.
I barely have time to register or protest it when he nudges my thighs apart.
Gripping his cock, he angles the tip of his hard length on my sensitive nub, stroking back and forth. And he’s right there, at my core, making me throb and getting me even more wet with arousal.
Looking down between us, I see his dick soaked in my juices as he fists himself.
Releasing his grip on himself, he pushes his middle finger into me, softly at first, before he adds another finger, making me whimper.
I fist the bedsheet to keep from groaning out.
It drives me almost insane, my back arching off the bed at the exquisite torture, but he doesn’t stop. He nibbles on my thighs softly, trailing upwards before he leans in and slowly licks up my clit.
My legs shake, and I curl further into him.
He puts my legs on his shoulder while he continues to lick and suck on my clit. His wicked fingers work in tandem, driving me to the very edge of pleasure. And when I can almost feel myself begin to unravel, he eases his torment.
I almost black out from sweet torture. I try to sit up to see him better, to seek him closer, but he pushes me down on the bed.
My legs cross around his neck, and I involuntarily squeeze him. But he doesn't stop, and in fact, he speeds up using two of his fingers simultaneously as he continues to eat me out.
My legs squeeze him almost painfully, and I almost lift off of the bed as I try to chase the burst of pleasure that runs down my spine.
"Please," I cry out. "Jake, please."
He murmurs something against my core, and the vibration sets me off further.
When I finally cannot take it anymore, and what feels like hours have passed, he gives me the blissful release of climax.
My legs hook around his head and squeeze hard, trying to chase the thrill of the spiraling pleasure. The more pressure I apply, the better it feels, and my orgasm feels like it lasts forever.
I flop down on the bed, my body turned to mush. My stomach feels like it has been fundamentally rearranged, and my legs still shake.
His eyes have darkened even further, like the storm in the deepest trench of the ocean.
My breathing still hasn't slowed, and I have to put a hand over my heart to calm it down.
But Jake looks like he isn't even close to done.
I look down between us and see his engorged cock throbbing. I gasp.
He takes my hand in his and slowly puts it over his cock, urging me to stroke it.
I sit up slowly to gain better access to his hardness as I begin to stroke up and down its length. The head of his cock is wet with precum, and I use my thumb to rub all over the length.
Jake briefly closes his eyes but opens them to keep his gaze locked on mine.
And then, he reaches over and kisses me. As his mouth opens on mine, I can taste myself. It feels hot and forbidden, but at the same time, I feel a trickle of pleasure down my spine.
His other hand reaches between our bodies and guides me up and down his cock, showing me the rhythm he likes. I follow his cue, feeling his palm wrap around mine as his forehead rests against mine.
His breath shudders as I reach down under and softly cup his balls.
His grip on me is iron-clad, almost painful, and I stop briefly.
"Is that not okay?"
"No, you're perfect," he says, kissing me again while his palm withdraws, leaving me to explore on its own.
He sits back, his legs widening. I take this cue to nudge forward till I'm kind of seated between his legs, my thighs resting on his.
While we're seated face to face, I continue to stroke his cock while he watches me.
His fingers reach toward me, softly stroking my cheeks first before they go upward to grab my hair.
I understand what he wants me to do. I position myself with my knees on the bed, and I slowly lean in with my mouth.
I kiss the tip of his head, watching his reaction.
He shudders and pulls at my hair a little more insistently this time.
I smile to myself. He's not the only person who can be a tease.
I keep my gaze on him while I use my palms to stroke the base of his cock. Keeping it upright, I slowly put him in my mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, Kiera," Jake groans, his head falling back.
I take a few seconds before I take him further into my mouth, stopping only when it hits the back of my throat. The motion makes me gag a little, and I stop to let myself adjust.
I continue to suck as my lips tightly wrap around his hard length, up toward the tip and then down to the base.
Jake is patient. He doesn't edge me along, but he puts his hands on either side of my head and lets me take the lead, hinting only at the rhythm.
I catch up to it as I bob up and down the length of his cock. His fingers dig into my scalp, tugging on it slightly as I continue to swallow him. My palms, meanwhile, cup his balls and squeeze it slightly.
I can feel his cock shudder in my mouth, and just as I increase my pace, his fingers leave my hair.
Moments later, I find myself flat on my back, with Jake on top of me, his face flushed, panting slightly.
“Did you…” I trail off, still confused. I’m pretty sure I would have known had he come.
He shakes his head. “No,” he says, urgently. “I intend to come inside of you.”
And just like before, he doesn't give me any time to adjust before he flips me on my stomach. He softly caresses my butt, on either cheek before slapping down on them in turn. Hard.
I whimper as he soothes the skin with his palm before slapping my butt once again. He positions my thighs together and guides his cock effortlessly into my pussy. The weight of his thighs straddles mine as he enters me from behind.
"So tight," he gasps.
My head rolls back at the streak of pleasure coursing through me as he picks up speed.
He leans forward, rocking into me until he's seated deep inside of me.
His hands grip my hips, and his strokes increase in pace, inching deeper and deeper with each pounding movement.
His mouth trails a line down the back of my spine before he bites down on the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, sinking his teeth till I cry out.
My palms dig into the bedsheet to keep myself propped up while he continues to fuck me from behind. There's nothing gentle about his actions now.
He grabs my hair and twists it around his fist again before he tugs it toward him while he continues to fuck me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. Despite his sweet torture, Jake gets me closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure.
I squeeze my thighs together instinctually, applying a tighter squeeze around his cock.
As I’m about to reach the precipice of my climax, I cry out as he slips out of me.
"Didn't think I'd let you cum so easily, did you?" There's an odd, almost manic glint in his face as he leans over me.
It makes a shudder pass through my entire body.
"I'm so close," I say, slowly reaching for my core with my fingers.
He stops me before I can reach my destination and takes my finger in his mouth, sucking on it.
I moan.
"Your pussy is so hungry for me, so warm and wet."
As he says this, he enters me again, slowly this time, taking his sweet time, letting me feel every ridge and throbbing vein of his cock.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," he sighs when he's completely seated inside me again. "I think I want to stay in here forever."
"Please let me come, Jake."
I can feel his cock vibrate inside of me, and his strokes grow more erratic. I can tell that he's close to coming now.
“I wish I could stay inside you forever,” he says. He punctuates every word with a stroke.
I shudder as his words settle over me.
His strokes slow down until he’s barely even moving inside of me. While it was pure fucking before, every raw and urgent emotion has boiled down to this moment, here and now.
He’s making love to me now.
My body tenses, as wave after wave of climax runs over my body, the aftershock of it, making me squeeze my legs together. He starts throbbing inside me and his groan tells me he is right there in ecstasy with me.
"Wow," Jake breathes, rolling off and slumping beside me. "That was insane."
I nod, tracing circles on his chest. I can't trust myself to speak right now. My body, though, is relaxed and totally at ease.
Jake hugs me tighter. "I can't believe you're here with me in my arms. No matter how many times I say it, I still can't believe it."
"Me neither," I say.
This time, Jake coaxes my chin up, so I have no choice but to look at him. "I may sound like a broken record, but I can't believe how lucky I am."
He leans in to kiss me, and his cock twitches between my thighs.
I laugh. My thighs are still sticky with his cum. "Again? So quickly."
"It's you," Jake says. He kisses my forehead.
"We're going home in two days. I can't wait to show you all my favorite parts of the city."
I stiffen slightly and start to get out of his embrace. Jake doesn't let me go at first, however, when he sees me struggling, he reluctantly peels away from me.
"I don’t want this to stop when we get back," he says when I don't say anything right away.
"It's going to be weird. You're my boss."
"So? It's nobody's business.”
I sigh. “Jake, I’m working under you.”
He smiles slyly. “Yes, you are.”
“Jake—"
"Look, HR has to know. But the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The point is, don’t we have the right to be happy, too?"
"I guess. But I don’t want your friends knowing."
When Jake frowns, I clarify. "I meant Chris. I don't want him in our business. He is the one that I’m actually concerned about."
"Are you worried about what he might think of us?"
I roll my eyes. "I couldn't care less. Truth is, if he weren’t your friend, I’d have no problem with us being out in the open. But him? Hopefully, he changed a bit in these five years, but the Chris I remember made it all about himself. He had to be the king and ruler and brought on all the drama."
"That’s Chris, all right," Jake says. "Done, then. None of my friends will find out about it."
He then hesitates before continuing, "Kiera, if you have any problem with my friendship with Chris—"
I hold up a hand. "I just don’t want any drama from him.”
"You don't have to worry about him or see his face ever again."
I reluctantly curl back into his arms. I feel like we need to talk more about this. Even involving HR means how serious Jake is about us.
It's not a summer fling I can just forget about once we go home. It's Jake.
And the scary thing is, I think I’m just as serious about this as he is.