Chapter 5 #3
When he finally slips a finger inside me, I gasp against his mouth, arching my back to press myself closer to him. He adds another finger, then another, his thumb circling that sensitive bundle of nerves at the same time, and all I can do is hang onto him as waves of pleasure crash over me.
But just when I think I can't take any more, he stops, pulling away long enough to strip off his boxers.
As we tumble onto the bed, our bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses, I can't help but gasp at the feel of him against me—all hard muscle and soft skin. It's like every nerve ending in my body has been set alight, burning with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
He's something else, something I've always known. I'm just slightly disappointed that this is only happening now.
"God, Mia," Jake growls against my neck as he trails a line of hot kisses down to my collarbone. Each feels wet, too. "You feel so fucking good."
I moan in response, my fingers tangling in his hair as I hold him closer. This is what we've both been craving for so long. It's like a dam has burst open, and all those repressed feelings are finally rushing out.
"Finally," I breathe, arching my back to press myself even closer to him. "No more holding back."
Most importantly, I'm relieved that he isn't stuck in the same dilemma anymore. He was finally able to decide, and his decision is my happiness over his promise.
He looks up at me then, his eyes dark with desire, but also something else—relief, maybe?
Or is it guilt? Either way, he doesn't give voice to whatever thoughts are running through his mind right now.
Instead, he kisses me again, long and slow this time, like he's trying to memorize the taste of my lips.
I'm trying to do the same, too. He's addictive.
"I know I should feel guilty," he says softly when we finally come up for air. "For breaking my promise to Ryan... but fuck, Mia. I can't help it. I want you too much."
He's only human, just like I am. Ryan can't keep protecting me forever, and even more important than that, he can't keep me from doing the things I want, and I want this. I want Jake.
A shiver runs through me at his words—part excitement, part nerves. Because this is huge, what we're doing here. We're crossing a line that can never be uncrossed, and there's no going back from it. But we've both already made up our minds.
We are at peace with our decision.
But as Jake's hands skim down my body, finding all the right spots to make me gasp and arch my back, I find myself not caring about any of that. All I care about is this moment—being here with him, finally giving in to the pull between us that's been growing stronger with each passing day.
"I don't want you to feel guilty," I tell him, nibbling his lower lip. "I want you to just... let go, Jake. Like I am."
He hesitates for a moment, his gaze searching mine as if looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he finds is determination, and maybe a little bit of fear. Because this could still go so wrong, even with both of us wanting it as much as we do.
But then he nods, just once, and leans in to kiss me again. This time, there's no holding back, not from either of us.
Jake's fingers slip inside that magical place, finding that sensitive spot between my legs that has me moaning his name, and I can feel the last of his restraint slipping away. Finally, he's only thinking about me.
And when he finally settles himself between my thighs, looking up at me with a hunger that burns as hot as mine does, I know there's no turning back, and the thought brings a wicked smile to my face.
"Fuck," he mutters, guiding himself to my entrance. "I can't... I can't go slow, Mia."
"I don't want you to," I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. "I want all of you, Jake. Everything you've been holding back."
As Jake hovers over me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race, I realize that there's one last barrier between us—my panties. How did I forget about them? My mind is so foggy with desire that it's like they've become invisible to me.
But not to him. He knows exactly where they are, and the smug smile spreading across his face tells me he's enjoying my oversight. Bastard.
He was playing with my pussy just moments ago, and I can still feel the sensation of his finger between my lips down there. He must have ignored my underwear, pushing past it as if it were nothing. He was probably too impatient to take it off first.
"Jake," I whimper, lifting my hips in a silent plea for him to remove them already. "Please."
He chuckles softly, most likely thinking he'd never see me using that word, dipping his head to trail kisses along my jawline as one hand slips beneath me, fingers splayed against the small of my back.
His other hand moves down, skimming over the curve of my hip, then hooking into the waistband of my panties.
"You're so impatient," he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot. "I like that."
Then, ever so slowly, he begins to peel them away from my skin, inch by agonizing inch. I can feel the cool air hitting me as more of my flesh is exposed, making me acutely aware of just how wet I am for him.
By the time they're finally sliding down my legs, I'm a squirming, panting mess, completely at his mercy. And he knows it too, if the satisfied look on his face is any indication.
"Oh God," I gasp as he tosses them aside and settles himself between my thighs again, the heat of him burning against my center. "I thought you'd already… taken them off."
He grins wickedly at me, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "Where's the fun in that?"
Before I can respond, he crashes his lips into mine, his tongue sliding against mine as one hand reaches between us, guiding himself to my entrance. I moan into his mouth, arching my back to meet him, desperate to feel more of him.
Jake breaks away from our kiss, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, my chest, pausing briefly to lavish attention on each nipple until I'm writhing beneath him. But he's far from done with his 'exploration'.
He continues his descent, kissing and licking his way down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button and making me giggle-squirm. Then, he pauses just above where I want him most, looking up at me with those damn curious eyes that seem to see right through me.
"Jake," I beg, feeling how difficult it is to speak in that moment.
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, and before I can say another word, he descends upon me like a starving man. His tongue flicks out, parting my folds and finding my clit without any hesitation.
"Oh fuck," I cry out, my hands flying to his hair as my back bows off the bed. The sensation is intense—too much, yet not enough all at once—and I can't help but grind against him, seeking more pressure, more friction, and just more of everything else.
He grips my hips tightly, holding me in place as he feasts on me like a man possessed.
His tongue swirls and flicks and licks, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing licks that have me panting and gasping for breath.
He knows exactly what he's doing, pushing me higher and higher with each passing second.
When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them upward to stroke that magical spot, I think I might actually pass out from the pleasure of it all. My vision goes white around the edges, and my entire body feels like it's buzzing with electricity.
"Jake," I moan, my grip on his hair tightening as I ride his face shamelessly. "I'm… I'm close." Too close, I think. I don't think I can hold on for much longer.
He doesn't let up, if anything, he doubles down, adding another finger and sucking hard on my clit until the world around me shatters into a thousand tiny pieces.
I come undone with a scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me.
And Jake—oh God, Jake—he's right there with me, his tongue lapping up every drop of evidence of my pleasure as I grind myself against him, riding out the most intense orgasm of my life.
It's as if I haven't climaxed in years, just saving myself for this one singular moment.
When I finally come back to myself, boneless and panting, I find Jake looking up at me with a satisfied smirk. His face is glistening—with me—and the sight of it sends another jolt of arousal through me.
"Do you want it too? You should taste yourself now," he says, his voice rough as he brings one hand up to his mouth and sucks my juices off his fingers. I watch him, transfixed by the pure carnal desire on his face as he cleans them one by one.
Holy shit. This is Jake? The man who was so adamant about keeping his promise to Ryan? Where did this sexy beast come from? It's always been there, I think to myself. He just didn't want to show it to me until now, afraid of what might happen.
"Come here," I say. He crawls slowly up my body, pressing hot kisses along the way until he reaches my mouth.
I can taste myself on him—salty and sweet—and it's surprisingly erotic, making my pussy clench with renewed need.
"You're fucking delicious, Mia," he murmurs against my lips.
The taste of myself on Jake's lips is heady, and it ignites a fresh wave of desire within me. I can feel him, hard and throbbing against my thigh as we kiss, and I know what I want next.
I push him gently until he's lying on his back beside me, then crawl between his legs, looking up at him with what I hope is a sultry smile. He's slightly surprised. His eyes darken as he watches me, though, anticipating what's about to happen.
"I want you in my mouth," I tell him, licking my lips. "I want to taste you too. It wouldn't be fair otherwise."