Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
LYLA
I stare down between my breasts and see a grinning Jake. My body is still humming from pleasing him, and now he wants me to ride his face.
How do I do this?
What if I suffocate him?
“I’m waiting, beautiful.” His eyes are alight with amusement. He loves showing me new positions and shocking me with things I’ve never even thought of. “Don’t overthink it. Just sit and let your body guide you. I’ll take care of the rest.”
His hands roam up my thighs before squeezing my ass. I bite back a moan as he digs into my flesh.
“How will you breathe?”
“I’ll be able to breathe,” he chuckles. “And if I don’t, I can’t think of a better way to go out than being buried in your pussy on my last breath. I would die a happy man.”
“That’s not funny.” I try not to giggle at his stupid joke.
“Yes, it was,” he laughs. “Now sit, or this ass is getting spanked.” His palm glides over my cheeks, and my eyes go wide before turning heated. I don’t know why the idea of him spanking me turns me on, but I shift uncomfortably as my ache grows.
He notices my reaction, and his eyes turn a stormy grey. “We are revisiting that later when we are alone and have more time. I would love nothing more than to redden this perfect ass of yours before burying myself deep inside.”
I swallow down the desire that just rose to the surface.
“I want your pussy on my face…now.” Even though he’s quiet, there’s no mistaking the demand in his voice nor the hunger I see in his eyes.
I slowly lower down, and his hands bring me down hard the rest of the way. He’s suddenly everywhere all at once. I feel his tongue and teeth battle as he takes turns being in me and on me. There is no part of me down there that doesn’t get touched by him. He holds me in place, leaving me no choice but to surrender to him fully.
I start to move against him and hear him moan as I listen to what my body wants and rub harder. His stubble scratches my sensitive skin, and I whimper as the ache grows bigger.
“Oh God,” I moan into the cushion, trying to stifle my voice. His tongue dives deep, and I move faster over him. When he sucks hard on my clit I burst into a million pieces as I scatter into the universe. I muffle my scream into the pillow as I pulse and explode all over his face.
Two fingers slide into me, and I gasp as he continues to bring me pleasure. My body is still trembling from the first orgasm when I feel another one off in the distance.
“I can’t, Jake,” I rasp. “It’s too much.”
“It’s never too much. Not with me,” he growls against my skin. “Use that pillow, little hummingbird, because I’m about to make you scream again,” he says seconds before he finds my sensitive spot inside. His skillful fingers work me hard as he hits me right where my body wants him. He pulls hard on my clit, and for the second time tonight, I leave my body as intense pleasure rips through me.
I use the pillow as another scream makes its way out before I can stop it. My body clamps down on his fingers until nothing is left to give. I collapse forward, panting hard. A sheen of sweat has broken out on my body as I lie there trembling. I feel his hand lift me by the waist before I’m settled down on him, straddling him on the floor.
A small smile plays on his glistening lips, and I quickly erase it with a kiss before pulling back.
“That was…” I struggle to search for the right words but can’t find any. There are none to describe what it feels like to be with him.
“I feel it every time we are together, too,” he smiles. Mason suddenly starts moving, and little fusses begin to start. “And that is what you call perfect timing. I’ll get him while you get dressed.”
I stand up and look around for my pants. I spot them on the floor and feel a sharp sting as I’m slapped from behind when I bend over. His hand rubs the spots, and he grins in my ear.
“That was just a preview. Such a nice shade of red,” he murmurs, looking down as his palm glides over my skin. He grins before walking toward the hallway and disappearing to get Mason.
I rub the spot and glance down at his handprint. A smile appears as I quickly get dressed. I’m surprised when I realize I’m looking forward to it. Life with Jake is definitely going to be anything but dull.
I wake up and stretch lazily in bed. A smile plays on my lips when I feel the slight soreness between my legs and backside reminding me of last night. Another week has gone by, and I still have to pinch myself every morning to make sure that this isn’t just a dream.
Jake hasn’t left my side except for work since I scared him on my run and insisted I fully move into the main house. I barely slept there anyway, and it’s hard to say no to him, especially when he shows me all the reasons why I should stay in his bed.
Pulling back the covers, I smile when I see his t-shirt lying on the bed for me. I throw it on over my naked body and inhale his scent that surrounds me. Wearing his shirts has become my favorite thing to do, and he loves it just as much as I do.
I run a brush through my hair and brush my teeth before going in search of him. He’s always wrapped around me when I wake up and usually keeps me in bed much longer than my work schedule allows, not that I’m complaining. I don’t think I’ll ever complain about another thing in my life, not when you have the greatest gift you’ve ever been given, pouring love onto you every day.
I walk out into the kitchen and stop. Jake’s made a mess of the place as he concentrates on mixing something in a bowl. Flour dusts his bare chest and leaves a trail over the countertops. He looks so adorable as he reads the piece of paper in front of him before adding more ingredients.
“Do you need some help?” I laugh softly. “What are you making?”
His head whips up, and I don’t miss the way his eyes linger over my body in his shirt before he meets mine.
“It’s a surprise,” he smiles. “Sit and enjoy a cup of coffee. I’m just about done.”
“I’m not used to being the one served,” I say, over my shoulder as I pour some coffee into a mug and add a touch of creamer.
“That’s the whole point. I wanted to make you breakfast for a change. Let’s just hope I don’t poison you,” he laughs, pouring the batter into a skillet. He must be making pancakes, judging by the look of it.
I sit on the bar stool and sip my coffee while I enjoy my view. He’s wearing those grey sweats that make my mouth water whenever he wears them. They hang low on his hips as my eyes admire his broad back and the way his muscles move as he cooks. My eyes roam over the tattoos covering his shoulders and down both arms. I can now recite each one by memory, down to the exact placement and detail.
“I can feel your eyes on me, you know,” he says in a low voice as he flips the pancake. “I can hear those naughty little thoughts, too, running through your mind,” he grins over his shoulder. Heat flames my cheeks, and he softly laughs. “I love how I can make you do that. Almost as red as I made your ass last night,” his lips twitch at the corner before he turns to slide the pancakes onto plates.
I blush even deeper at the memory of last night. It’s been a week since we babysat, and he had built it up so much over the past seven days that I was more than ready last night to see what it felt like. He made sure every sting of his hand brought pleasure quickly behind it. My body was at his mercy, and I begged for every touch of his hand. It’s a night I will never forget, and I will gladly do it all over again.
He sets the plates in front of us, and chocolate mixed with bananas hits my nose. I deeply inhale the familiar yet forgotten smell.
“Happy Birthday, Lyla,” he says softly.
I quickly look up and meet his greys filled with so much love that I have to close my eyes briefly to their intensity. I had completely forgotten about my birthday and what day it was.
He remembered .
I only told him once that one night, and he remembered. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s Jake. He loves harder than anyone I’ve ever known.
“You made me chocolate chip banana pancakes?” I whisper, blinking back the tears as I remember the last time I ate them.
I don’t feel the pain that I usually do when reliving that last memory I have of my birthday. I feel…love. Nothing but love as I remember my parents and eating my birthday pancakes as we talk excitedly about our day.
“I thought it was time we brought back your birthday traditions and celebrate what is now my favorite day.”
“I don’t know what to say…” My voice catches on my emotions as I try to hold back a sob. “Thank you,” I manage to get out.
“Don’t thank me yet. You may change your mind after you taste them. I usually make pancakes with a box mix and add water, but I’m sure your mom’s was made from scratch, so I printed out a recipe and…”
I throw my arms around him as I leap from my stool. “They’re perfect,” I breathe against his neck. His arms come around me and hold me tight. “This is my favorite birthday ever.”
“It just started,” he laughs against my hair. “I cleared my schedule and have a whole day planned for us.”
“But your clients?” I move back to look up at him.
“My clients can wait. I’ll work a couple of longer days to get them in. Nothing is more important than spending this day with you.” His hands weave into my hair, and I stare in amazement at this man before me.
“How did I get so lucky?”
“I ask myself that same question.” His smile reaches his eyes as he grasps my face in his hands. “This is the first birthday of many that I get to spoil you with, so I hope you are okay with sharing them all with me. ”
“I wouldn’t want to share them with anyone else,” I say, bringing his lips to mine. His tongue parts my lips, and I greedily take him in. I taste chocolate and can picture him sneaking chocolate chips as he mixes them, feeding that sweet tooth of his that I love so much.
His hands leave my hair to roam under my t-shirt and grab my ass. He moans when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties. Breaking away, he steps back and runs his hand roughly through his hair.
“God, you are tempting. You need to be a good girl and eat your pancakes first,” he points to my plate. “I spent way too much time stressing over these for you not to enjoy them while they are warm.”
Giggling, I hop back on the chair. I spread butter on them and dribble a little bit of syrup before taking a big bite. I feel his eyes on me as I savor the taste. “They are amazing,” I say with a mouthful before taking another bite. “I may have to hire you as my assistant.”
“I prefer to eat my desserts than make them,” he laughs. “But I’m so glad I passed the birthday pancakes test.” He takes a bite and smiles. “Damn, I am good.” He takes another bite, and I grin.
He points to my plate when he notices that I am just enjoying watching him eat. “You better get some food in you. We need to be there when it opens, or the lines will get super long.”
“Lines?” Confused, I take another bite.
He walks over and grabs something off the counter. “It’s another one of your surprises.”
I take the paper he hands me. It’s two printed tickets to an amusement park.
“We are going to an amusement park?” My eyes light up in surprise .
“I thought since you never got to go on your tenth birthday, I could change that today.”
Squealing, I jump back into his arms and wrap my legs around him. Peppering him with kisses as he laughs at my excitement.
“I guess I scored with that one,” he chuckles as I squeeze him tight.
“You scored big time,” I grin. Weaving my hands into his hair, I press my forehead to his. “Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me,” I say softly.
“You’re welcome.” His hands hold me tight as his fingers brush softly against my skin. “I want this day to be special for you. I’m just glad I’m the one who gets to spoil you today.”
“It’s already special because you are here with me.” I run my fingers through his soft hair before sliding over his shoulders and back. “How much time do we have before we have to leave?”
“About an hour, why?”
“Since I’m the birthday girl, do I get certain privileges of choosing what I want today?”
“It’s your day.” His lips turn up at the corner as his hands roam over my bottom. “Ask, and it’s yours.”
“Take me to bed, Jake,” I ask boldly. “I want to feel you inside me on my birthday morning.”
His eyes darken as he grips me tighter. I feel his body respond, causing the tingle between my legs to strengthen.
“There’s no place I’d rather be.” His low voice sends goosebumps along my arms as he walks us to his bedroom and lays me down. Pulling back, he lowers his sweats before settling between my legs.
I remove my t-shirt and enjoy how his eyes hungrily look at me. His mouth finds my nipple as he sucks deep before enjoying the other one. Pleasure shoots straight to my belly as I wrap my legs around him and move against him.
He centers himself, and I feel him slowly enter me. My body welcomes him in as I stretch around him. His eyes hold mine until he’s buried fully inside.
Taking my hand, he interlocks our fingers together, holding them above my head as our bodies move together in a slow, rhythmic dance. He takes his time, making sure every inch of me is worshiped by his touch.
“I love you,” I whisper, unable to hold back what I’m feeling at this very second. “Promise me that you’ll never leave me.”
I push back the fear that’s always in the back of my mind. Losing him would be the one thing that would break me. I never understood how my mom couldn’t just fight past the hurt, but I understand now. My dad took her heart with him, and she never got it back, no matter how hard she tried. She broke and couldn’t put the pieces back together. Jake’s the one thing that my heart needs to survive.
“I’m not going anywhere. I promise you that I’ll always be here.” His eyes sear me with their truth, leaving me no doubt that he means it. “I love you, Lyla. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. Nothing is going to change that,” he says quietly. “You are mine, and I will forever be yours.”
He moves deeper into me, and I tighten my legs around him. His words hang in the air, and a deep peace washes over me as if my soul is telling me to have faith that what he’s saying is true.
I feel my body respond as I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. His movements are slow and skillful as each dive into me sends waves of pleasure throughout my body. His hand touches my lips before moving down my neck. He holds me there, applying just enough pressure around my throat to send a thrill through my veins.
He’s turned every ugly thing that has happened to my body into a pleasurable one. Giving up control in the bedroom doesn’t make me feel weak like it did in the past. Trusting him this completely feels powerful. It’s a connection I’ve never had, and it only heightens my desire for him.
I feel my pulse race against his fingers as he drives harder into me. My breasts move with each movement, and he’s fixated on them as his gaze pierces me with their heat. “Does the birthday girl want to cum now?” His gravelly voice pushes me closer to the edge.
I nod my head quickly. “Please,” I beg, knowing he loves to hear me like this. “Harder,” I manage to get out, straining my throat against his palm.
“My naughty little birthday girl,” he murmurs, squeezing tighter against my throat as he rams into me harder.
I moan as my body eagerly laps up what he has to offer. The tightness around my neck makes me feel owned by him, and I greedily accept it because deep down, I know I own him, too.
He pushes into me hard one last time, and our bodies explode together. Our shouts blend as we pulse, wrapped around each other. Tremors shoot through me as I squeeze him tightly, digging my heels into his back. I lose all sense of reality as my body soars with him to another time and place before landing back in his arms.
“God, I love you,” he breathes against my neck. “Happy Birthday, sweet Lyla. I hope the birthday girl got what she wanted.”
“I got exactly what I wanted,” I giggle. “And so much more.”
“I feel like it’s my birthday, too, after what I just felt.”
“I’ll share my birthday with you,” I smile. He kisses me briefly on the lips before hauling us out of bed.
“Time to get that sweet ass of yours ready. I’ll warm up our pancakes and feed you while you get dressed,” he winks at me and walks to the door. My eyes go directly to that fine ass of his as I admire the view.
“I feel your eyes again, little hummingbird,” he chuckles. “I would run to the bathroom if I were you before I haul you over my shoulder and take you back to bed, making us very late to the park.
“I’m going,” I say, holding back the laughter that wants to erupt. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning as I run to the bathroom for a quick shower.
My phone dings and I grab it off the counter.
Chills run down my spine as I read the text message from an unknown number.
Happy Birthday, precious girl.