Chapter 47
forty-seven
He grabs my hand, leading me into his room—one I’ve been in hundreds of times, always as a friend, never like this.
It’s completely dark until he flicks on the bedside lamp, casting a soft glow around the room and illuminating us.
The air is charged, both of us eagerly waiting for what happens next. Ready to take this step together.
I sit on the edge of his queen-sized bed as he watches with unbridled passion in his eyes, shutting the door and stalking toward me, never losing eye contact.
My body lights up at the thought of his hands on me, craving his touch in a way I never knew possible.
Is this what real sexual attraction feels like?
Once he reaches the bed, he leans over me, wrapping his body around mine.
I lean back on my elbows. His warm breath elicits goosebumps along my neck and arms. “I think I’ve been waiting a lifetime for tonight.
For you,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss below my ear before dragging his lips down one side of my neck and up the other.
“I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, Kate.
So much that you’ll forget your name and only remember mine.
Because you’ll be screaming it. All. Night. Long.”
Holy fucking shit. Heat pulses in my core at the mere thought of what he’s suggesting. I inhale sharply, keeping my eyes locked on his.
He nibbles on my ear, and I whimper uncontrollably, tilting my head to give him better access. “Do you want to wake up in my bed, hoarse from screaming my name?”
“Yes,” I pant, arching my back as he runs the tip of his tongue down my neck and along my collarbone. “More,” I beg, needing his hands on me and fewer clothes separating us.
He descends on my mouth, our tongues dancing as his hands roam under my sweater. Taunting me with the graze of his fingertips, enjoying me squirming underneath.
Two can play this game.
I grab a fistful of his sweater, pulling him closer and letting my fingers run along the outline of his muscles, as he tenses with every touch.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, purposefully slipping my fingertips under the top of his jeans, teasing him with the promise of more.
I pull his shirt up the length of his chest and over his head, exposing his chiseled abs.
Unwilling to wait any longer, I quickly follow and remove my shirt.
He unclasps my bra, removing it without breaking our kiss. My nipples perk in the cool air as I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my core against his hard length.
Jake groans. The sound fuels the desire between my thighs. I grab his waistband and unbutton his jeans. I’m about to use my hands and legs to push his pants down, when his mouth moves to my breast, and my brain short-circuits.
He licks, sucks, and softly bites on my nipple as his hand palms my other breast. The sensations are overwhelming. Whimpering, my back slowly arches, trying to get even a tiny bit closer to his mouth and hands.
“Oh God. This feels so good,” I gasp.
He goes completely still, tearing his mouth away from my breast. “Remember what I said,” he demands, looking into my eyes while his chin hovers over my nipple.
“You’re going to scream my name. And my name isn’t God.
Remember who’s making you feel fucking amazing when you come for the first time tonight. ”
He moves to my other nipple, taking it in his mouth and giving it the same attention as the first one.
I writhe beneath him as he sucks harder, lost to a feeling more intense than the other night.
And just when I think it can’t possibly feel any better, he runs his fingers along the top of my jeans.
He doesn’t stop sucking my breast, but I swear he smirks at the way my breath hitches.
“I want to see and touch all of you,” he says. “Tell me it’s okay to take off your pants.”
I nod.
His eyes flash with heat. He runs his fingers along my stomach, barely dipping under my waistband.
The anticipation of him touching me is unbearable, and he’s thoroughly enjoying teasing me.
One of his hands lightly strokes my inner thigh, eliciting a soft moan from me and, in turn, a wicked smile from him.
Slowly, he pulls down my pants while I lift my hips to help. I’m completely naked except for my burgundy hip-hugger lace panties. His eyes roam over my body for a few seconds before he slides my underwear off in a smooth motion.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Kate,” he says, eyes blazing with need and want.
He traces the inside of my thighs with one of his hands, moving the other to my breast. He’s so close to where I want him, but he’s taking his sweet time, and it’s driving me crazy.
If this is how it feels when he’s barely touching me, I don’t know how I’ll survive anything else.
Without any warning, he slips two fingers inside my wet folds. I gasp and squirm at the sensation. His fingers pump in and out of me before he curves them, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed.
“Holy shit,” I pant.
“I’m just getting started,” he murmurs, crashing his lips onto mine.
His thumb starts to circle my clit, his fingers doing a come-hither motion inside of me. My brain goes haywire, unable to keep up with the numerous sensations building. The throbbing between my thighs is increasing after only a few minutes. How the fuck will I survive once his cock is inside me?
“Jake,” I scream as the walls of my pussy contract around his fingers. My body thrashes, but he doesn’t stop. My hips buck. I drag my nails down his back. I’m riding a wave I never want to get off.
Oh my God.
I finally understand why people love having sex.
“That was…amazing,” I say, breathing so heavily it’s as if I ran a marathon.
Jake pulls his fingers from inside me, bringing them straight to his mouth. I gasp when I see him suck my arousal off his fingers, grinning. He’s clearly proud of what he accomplished.
“Fuck. You taste delicious, like I knew you would.” He runs his palms down my legs, with hunger in his eyes, pushing them wider before he kneels before me. “Can’t fucking wait to get my mouth on you.”
My eyes widen. Stunned by his directness and desire to go down on me.
An area I have absolutely zero experience in, unless listening to Chelsi’s exploits counts.
Before I can get in my head, Jake kisses the insides of my thighs, pushing them open wider.
He grabs my hips, pulling me to the very edge of the bed.
My body is on fire, ready to combust from his touch.
“Remember when I said you were going to come multiple times?” he asks with a glint in his eyes, staring up at me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good. Because I’m about to make you come on my tongue. Then, I’m going to fuck you senseless until you come on my cock,” he tells me without taking his eyes off mine. “Tell me that’s what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I nod, unable to utter a single word. I’ve felt more pleasure with Jake tonight than I have in my life, and we’re only getting started.
One night with him might actually kill me.
Can you die from incredible sex?
Is there such a thing as too many orgasms?
His mouth sinks between my thighs, and I gasp at the sensation of his lips on me.
He drags the tip of his tongue up my wet slit and murmurs, “So fucking good,” without taking his mouth off me.
The hum of his voice amplifies the feeling.
He pushes my knees toward my chest to get closer, giving himself better access.
“Oh my God, Jake. Everything feels so sensitive,” I whimper.
He takes his mouth off my pussy for a second.
“I’d do this all fucking day and night if you’d let me.
Your taste is addictive.” His mouth goes straight to my clit, where he gently sucks, causing my hips to buck off the bed.
He instinctively holds them down, preventing me from moving and letting him have complete control.
My pussy tightens, ready to explode any second. He must be able to sense the same because he starts sucking harder on my clit, quickly inserting two fingers, hitting the same spot as earlier. That’s all it takes for me to crest over the hill, and another orgasm takes over my body.
“Fuck me,” I shout. My body squirms, but he doesn’t move his mouth and keeps the pressure on my hips so I can’t get away. He’s trying to make this last as long as possible. My vision blurs as I start to come down from the high.
How did I go from never having an orgasm a week ago to having two in the span of twenty minutes?
How is this my life?
What did I do to deserve this magnificent man? And how do I keep him?
Jake wolfishly grins at me, pressing a kiss to my center.
My arousal has drenched his chin, and he looks like he’s had the time of his life.
He stands up and sheds his jeans, leaving only his black boxer-briefs.
Seeing him like this changes my viewpoint on men’s underwear because, hot damn…
he’s every woman’s wet dream come to life. I can’t wait to get my hands on him.
I prop myself on my elbows and stare at him. Trying to memorize every inch of his rock-hard abs and V-line that dips into his boxer briefs, where his bulge looks incredibly thick. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. Needing to touch every inch of him.
“Two down. At least one more to go,” he says, arching his eyebrows. “I can’t wait to hear you scream my name when you come on my cock. I’ve fantasized about how it would sound.”
“I’m not sure I can handle another. Every nerve ending in my body is tingling.”
“Trust me, your body was built to handle a few more. You’re practically dripping all over my bed. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His words ignite more heat in my core, intensifying my desire for him.
I run the tips of my fingers up and down his stomach, brushing against his still-covered cock.
He hisses every time I touch him, arching his neck like he’s trying to control himself.
I dip my fingers into his boxers, and he lets out a moan that rumbles in his chest. I circle the tip of his cock with the pad of my index finger, watching his body react to my touch.
I want to take my time, tease him the same way he did with me, but I don’t have the self-control.
I let my legs fall and use the heels of my feet to push down his underwear.
When he steps out of them, I get my first look at him naked.
It’s the most glorious sight. I yearn to lick every one of his defined abs, run my tongue along the shaft of his cock, and take him into my mouth.
Things I’ve never done but can’t stop thinking about doing with him. To him.
Being with Jake is unlocking a sexual part of me I didn’t know existed.
“Lie back and spread your legs,” he says, stroking himself. There is a bead of precum glistening at the tip of his cock. “I can’t fucking wait to have your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Slowly, I move back and place my head on a pillow.
My legs are parted, and my eyes are glued on him as he continues stroking himself.
He lets go, and his cock springs forward.
I gasp at its size, struggling to fathom how it will fit inside me without tearing me apart.
He opens a drawer in his nightstand, pulling out a condom and sliding it on.
He’s not touching me, yet I’m already seconds away from climaxing again.
He climbs onto the bed, caging me between his arms while his eyes take in my body. He presses his lips to mine, letting our tongues tangle. I could kiss him every second of the day for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough. He kisses my neck, eliciting an uncontrollable moan.
His cock nudges at my entrance. He only needs to move another inch to be inside me. I wait in anticipation when he stops kissing my neck and looks into my eyes. It’s obvious he wants this. His forehead drops onto mine while he breathes deeply.
The heat from his breath warms my face. “Say I can make you mine. Forever.” He lifts his head to gaze at me, waiting for my answer.
I press a soft kiss to Jake’s lips and whisper, “I’m yours, Jake. Fuck me.”