Chapter 29 You Would Distract Me Too
YOU WOULD DISTRACT ME TOO
PATIENCE
Hot water slides down my back, and I close my eyes, tipping my head back as it streams over my face.
These past couple of weeks have been a wild, selfish blur. And while I should probably feel guilty hiding in LA while Alex scrambles to clean up our family’s mess, I don’t.
This is the freest I’ve ever felt, and now that my wings have spread, I don’t think I’ll be able to clip them again.
The heat of the shower surrounds me, and I let the water warm me to my bones. I haven’t stayed at the apartment Kole rented since he and Violet left, and it’s divine.
Maybe Jacob is getting tired of me crashing at his place. But if so, he hasn’t shown it. He’s the one who carried my bags across the hall and borderline warned me that he’d just drag me back if I tried to leave him.
Is that a red flag?
Probably.
At some point, I must have stopped paying attention to the warning signs.
I’ve given my roommates so much shit for the ridiculous, obsessive behavior of their boyfriends, but Jacob isn’t much better. He claims me every chance he gets, and I live for it.
At least he’s not Sigma Sin. He might have blurry ethical boundaries with me, his student, and he might be a bit territorial at times, but he’ll never be like those men.
The shower door creaks, and I crack an eye to see Jacob stepping inside. He’s a Greek statue come to life. Perfectly carved. All grooves and hard lines. With a faint trail of hair that leads down to where I can’t stop staring.
Even his cock is perfect. Painfully large at times, but just the thought of him inside me has my thighs clenching. Jacob has a few scars and scratches, but nothing compared to mine. At first, I was shy about that, but not now. Especially as his cock hardens at the sight of me.
“Enjoying the view?” He tips my chin up, forcing my gaze away from his cock.
“Yes.” I wrap my soapy hand around it, and he groans.
Slowly, I stroke down until I’m cupping his balls. At that, he plants a hand on the tile behind me, catching himself.
“What are you doing to me, baby?” He looks down at me, caging me against the shower wall.
A drip of water falls from the tip of his nose to my cheek as I stare up into his green eyes.
What am I doing to him?
Better yet, what’s he doing to me?
He groans as I grip his balls tighter, pressing on the firm spot that makes him growl.
Before Jacob, I knew nothing about men’s sexual needs.
And I suppose I still don’t know everything.
But I’m learning as much as I can about Jacob.
What makes him groan. What makes him fuck me harder. What makes his knees buckle.
I’ve always been a good student. When I’m interested in a subject, I pay attention to every detail. I study hard. Which is exactly why I stroke the underside of his cock while gripping him tighter, knowing it will make him lose control.
“Fuck.” He grits his teeth, barely hanging on.
I love having this power over him and holding him there. Basking in how desperate he is for me.
“How was your meeting?” I slide my hand down his shaft.
“I don’t want to talk about meetings right now.” His fists clench against the tile.
“Why not?” I arch my back, grazing my nipples against his chest to tease him. “Are you having trouble focusing?”
“Just a little.”
“I like that I can distract you,” I admit, sounding more vulnerable than I planned to.
Jacob pushes the underside of my chin with his thumb, tipping my face to his. “You’re the only one who can.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.” I stroke him again, and his jaw clenches. “Is a distraction what you need when you’re working? Are you going to be able to think straight when you interview Vance Osentago if I’m sitting beside you, Professor?”
He growls as I grip him tighter. “Don’t worry. I’ll be ready.”
“Are you sure?” I run my palm down his length until his knees wobble. “I was reading today that the most recent coroner reports showed that Vance likely started with the victim’s ears. Your notes were missing that detail. Maybe you aren’t as ready as you think you are.”
“Are you really talking about dismemberment with your hand wrapped around my cock?”
“You know criminal psychology turns me on.” I tease him.
He grabs my hand where I’m holding him, stroking. But when he reaches for my pussy, I pull my hips back.
“I’m playing with you right now.”
“And I’m not allowed to touch you while you do that?”
I shake my head. “You’ll distract me. I want to make you feel good.”
“Is that so?” He smirks. “You want control, Patience?”
I nod.
“Okay.” He plants his hands flat on the tile wall on either side of my head. “Do as you wish.”
That has my grip tightening, and his smile falters at the pleasure of me stroking him. With one hand, I reach down and grab his balls, stroking his cock with the other. The entire time, he stares into my eyes.
And even if he’s not touching me, I feel him surrounding me. Dew builds on our skin, and the hot fog from the shower steams the air around us. I wet my lips, and he watches my tongue as his body turns rigid.
His shoulders flex, and I can feel the tension in his cock. He’s so close to coming that his teeth grind.
I’m tempted to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, but the pain would be unbearable.
And from what I’ve noticed with how he’s never tried to position me like that, I don’t think he’d want me to.
It’s one thing for him to fuck me roughly, but he’s careful not to actually hurt me when we’re intimate.
So I do what I can within my limits. I continue to stroke him, looking into his eyes until the first rope of cum paints my stomach.
Until he covers me with his release. Only then does he lift off the wall.
His hands grip my hips, and he slowly drags his thumbs up over my stomach, my ribs. Until he smears his cum on my nipples.
My lips part on a gasp as he wraps his fingers around my throat.
“You’re the most stunning creature.” He leans in and claims me in a languid kiss.
Soft and slow, but deep. His tongue caresses mine. Our bodies seal together. Where there isn’t water, there’s him. Hands and skin and heat all around me. Until he’s touched every inch of me.
But when I rock my hips against his thigh, he pulls back slightly.
“Are you expecting me to make you come now?” He props my chin up with his hand.
“I—” My eyebrows pinch. “Yes?”
He chuckles, dragging his thumb over my lower lip. “I let you play with me how you wanted. Now I get to play with you.”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“We’re going out to dinner.” He wipes my wet hair off my shoulder, then leans to kiss it. “You can come when we’re done.”
“Not now?”
“Not now.” He grins.
It’s wickedly beautiful and annoying.
My eyes narrow. “Why do you enjoy torturing me?”
“Because you’re so pretty when you’re angry.”
He spins me around, leading me out of the shower ahead of him, and even if the water washed most of him away, I realize he didn’t quite clean me fully, leaving the hint of his cum on my skin.
A secret between the two of us.
Dinner doesn’t help with my frustration.
Jacob sits beside me in the booth, his hand on my leg the entire time I eat. He rubs up and down until I think I might lose my mind.
“I hate you,” I grumble when the waitress finally clears our dinner plates.
I’ve never enjoyed food less than tonight, when all I want is for Jacob to release this ball of tension knotted inside me.
“I can live with that.” He grins. “Do you want dessert?”
His fingers run small circles on my thigh, toying with me. Always just enough so that I can’t stop thinking about him for one second.
“No.” It comes out snippy because I can’t help it. “Do you?”
“Not from this menu.” Jacob leans his mouth close to my ear. “When we get back to my apartment, I’m going to lie back on the bed, and you’re going to straddle my face and feed me your pussy.”
My cheeks are on fire. “Where is the check?”
“So impatient.” He kisses the peak of my shoulder, waving the waitress over.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom really quick while you do that.”
“Don’t even think about making yourself come without me,” he warns.
I wasn’t planning on it, but since he’s spent the night torturing me, I decide to be difficult. “We’ll see.”
“You’re going to pay for that later, baby.”
I’m counting on it.
Sliding out of the booth, I head toward the bathroom as the waitress circles back to our table.
She smiles widely at Jacob, like she’s been doing all night.
And he must catch me burning an irritated glare into the back of her head because he meets my gaze across the restaurant and winks at me right before I turn the corner to the bathroom.
I’m underdressed for this fancy of a restaurant. If I were at home, Mom would scold me for wearing jeans, but Jacob insisted I be comfortable. He’s always looking out for me in small ways.
When I started staying at his apartment, he unpacked all my bags so I wouldn’t feel like a guest. He stocks the fridge with my favorite foods. He always seems to know what I need before I ask for anything. He takes care of me.
A bulb flickers when I walk into the bathroom, but other than that, it’s nice. Marble floors reflect in the large, gold-framed mirrors. I pat my long braid, trying to smooth the flyaways at the sides of my rosy cheeks.
There’s no hiding how I feel for this man when it’s written all over my face. And soon, I’ll be leaving him to return to Bristal.
My heart sinks at the thought, but I do my best to push it aside. I’m not wasting what little time we have left with each other.
With a final coat of lip gloss, I roll my shoulders back and step out of the bathroom.
The long hallway is dim, with a line of gold sconces illuminating the path.
I glance in one direction and see a red-haired man leaning against the wall.
He gives me a quick once-over that sends a chill down my spine, so I decide to try the opposite direction and hope that leads back to the restaurant as well.
But the moment I move that way, another man turns the corner.
He wipes his blond hair off his forehead and grins at me.
Alex warned me to be careful after everything that happened with my father, but I wanted to think I was far enough away from Bristal that it wouldn’t be an issue. That I’d be lucky, and my father’s enemies wouldn’t find me here.
Looking both directions, I see I’m cornered. There’s no way out, and the red-haired man has moved too far for me to try and lock myself in the bathroom.
“I see it now.” The blond grins, just as the other man closes in behind me. “You would distract me too.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I don’t get the chance to consider what his words mean. One of them grabs my arms as the other presses a cloth to my mouth. And then, there’s nothing but darkness.
Cold, empty, nothing.