Chapter 19
I had finally cracked. Seemed my will of iron had a breaking point. Twelve years and it had snapped at her flirty tone and spontaneous impulse.
Right now, with her lying beneath me, I couldn’t think of a single reason as to why I’d been so adamant about keeping us firmly in the friend zone.
The voice in the back of my head, the one that made all the rules and reminded me of why this could never be a possibility, was drowned out by the thundering of my heart.
I’d been trying to back off, but it was making me feel worse.
The more I tried to give us some breathing room, the more I caved and went to her.
The pressure was too much. All the longing and wanting I’d pushed down was building to the point of eruption.
The blood in my veins ran like lava, the tightening in my balls, and the utter desperation I felt to be inside her all culminated in an uncoordinated attack on the clothes she was wearing.
I stepped off the bed and rid her of her jeans in one forceful tug. The pretty top, the one that she had painstakingly chosen before we left her apartment tonight, shredded.
I fucking tore that thing off her like it personally offended me.
I toed off my boots, unbuttoned and fought with my own jeans, and then I was back on top of her again, breathing hard and searching for some semblance of sanity.
It came when I finally looked into her eyes.
When I felt her soft supple skin against mine.
“Hey, cupcake.” I bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
She ran her fingers over the short hair on the side of my head and sighed.
The arch of her foot was gently stroking over my leg, and I loved the feeling of being this close to her. I got myself more comfortable. Leaned on my forearm and legs so she didn’t have to take my full weight. There was about an inch of space between us.
“We really doing this?”
“Scott, I need you so much I’m starting to ache.”
“Where?”
She spread her legs further, arched her pelvis off the bed, and rubbed her panty-covered heat up the length of my dick, once.
I nearly sobbed it felt so good.
“What do you want from me?” I whispered.
She bit her lip, and I carefully pulled it free with my teeth. Imploring her to vocalize what it was she needed.
“Everything. For one night, I want you completely. I promise when tomorrow comes we can go back to being us. But can you please, just for tonight, show me what it’s like to be with you?”
This was so dangerous.
This was the epitome of playing with fire.
She wanted me to want her when all I’d done since I knew what my dick was made for was pretend not to want her.
Wow, I’d weaved a pretty big web of lies, hadn’t I?
Yes, I only want to be your friend.
No, I don’t want more.
No, we’re not right for each other.
Yes, we should see other people.
I covered her mouth with my own, tasting her again, and for the first time in our lives, I let my hands wander over her body.
I skated the pads of my fingers down her long torso and over the deep curve of her hip. I traced over the edges of her lace boyshorts . . .
I stopped. Fucking lace.
“You, uh, you wear lace?”
She blinked up at me. “Yes. All the time. Why?”
I was fucked. We were supposed to go back to normal—whatever the hell that meant—tomorrow. That kind of knowledge could kill a guy.
I played with the material some more though. I palmed the top of her thigh with my whole hand and let the delicate fabric brush over my fingers, trapped as I kneaded her skin.
She was so soft, and when I dipped my head to kiss the swells of her breasts she bucked into me. It caused my hand to slip, and the lace stretched, bunching up and making her moan.
I pulled harder on her panties so they twisted, pressing into her slit while pulling the cup of her bra down with my teeth and sucking her nipple into my mouth. It budded on my tongue, and I let go of her panties with a snap.
“I need you naked,” I said into her perfect tits.
“I need you naked,” she moaned, and arched her chest, needing more.
She was so fucking responsive I didn’t know where to go next.
I had one night. One night to take everything she’d give me.
Hell, I had her breast in my mouth, there was absolutely no going back. The only thing that could stop this was her telling me no. And so far she’d just pushed me further.
I sat up on my knees and gently pulled her into a seated position and then I reached for the clasp at the back of her bra and the pretty material fell away. She pulled it off the rest of the way and dropped it over the edge of the bed, took my hand and placed it back on her lace-covered pussy, and slowly lay back down.
“You want me to do it?”
She nodded. And then she twisted her hand through her gorgeous brown tresses. She was so confident in this moment that I couldn’t look away. She was sultry and sexy.
“I’m all yours.”
Fuck. She did not know what that did to me. She was mine.
All. Fucking. Mine.
I watched her face for any sign that she felt uncomfortable as I hooked my fingers into the fabric and slowly pulled them over her velvet thighs and down her smooth legs.
I stood again and pushed at the band of my boxers. They slid to the floor, and I stepped out of them.
“You’re so . . . wow.” Her tongue peeked out and she wet her lips. Like she was hungry. Like she wanted to devour me.
This was it. I gave my aching, screaming cock a slow but forceful stroke as she watched, enraptured. She opened her legs in kind, and I nearly died.
My mouth watered at her spread legs. The way she was baring herself to me like this. I couldn’t look away. I was gonna come right there on the spot.
Was this real?
I was dreaming. Had to be.
“You’re not dreaming.”
Now I was the one verbalizing my thoughts. She traced her free hand down to the nipple I hadn’t had in my mouth yet.
This was already hands down the best sex of my life and all I’d done was kiss her mouth and look at her naked.
How deep did this self-assurance go? It was so attractive. So stunningly beautiful she was practically fucking glowing.
And she was gonna give all this to Gabe? Fuck that guy.
I wanted to test her a little. Push her just a little. How brave was my Jenna?
“Gonna tell me what you want? Or are you going to show me?”
She closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again it was like nothing I’d ever seen before.
“I want you to put your mouth on me. Kiss me here.” She caressed her breast again, and then she lowered that hand until it was between her still-open legs.
“And I want your tongue here. I need you to make me come.”
What the fuck was happening?
My cupcake. My sweet little baker was a fucking sex goddess.
She had already ruined me. I was already good for no other woman, but now those words had fallen out of her mouth there was never, ever, going to be anyone who even held a candle to the vixen lying in front of me, who still hadn’t closed her legs.
She. Was. Fire.
I let go of my cock and circled her ankles with my fingers. Slowly but firmly, I ran both hands up her silky legs until I got to her knees. I bent my head and kissed my way up her left thigh. Then did the same to the other. All the while my grasp was tight. I didn’t want her moving yet.
She tried, but then sighed and gave up. Gave in. To me.
I widened her legs as far as I could.
There was absolutely no rushing me at this moment. I had until the sun came up to get my fill. It was never going to happen because I was never going to get enough, but I was going all in.
I’d memorize every breathy moan, every cry for more, and the way she felt beneath me. The way she tasted on my tongue, the way she looked at me until it was so deeply ingrained I’d be able to recall every part of it, every single second of it, until the day I died.
The moment my lips touched her delicate skin, and my tongue traced its way up her slit, I was addicted. Addicted to the way she tasted. Addicted to her scent and the feel of her softness.
She bowed off the bed, but she was going nowhere.
“Scott . . .”
I kissed and licked and nibbled until she was writhing and begging me to end it all.
I pulled out all the stops. My best work. Every trick I’d ever learned had led me to being able to blow Jenna’s mind.
And I was learning what she liked, fast.
How? She talked and babbled nonstop.
“Right there . . .”
“Jesus, you’re good at this . . .”
“I need you . . .”
And every time I heard those words from her kissed-bruised lips I slowed down, intentionally bringing her back from the edge.
“I wanna come so bad, Scott. Please, let me come.”
In the end, I gave in and ate her until she squeezed my head between her thighs and came apart on my tongue.
Even as her orgasm started to ebb I couldn’t stop. She was all kinds of sweet.
Her skin was overheating but shivers raked her body.
She wanted my cock, I knew she did. Her body was doing all the talking in her blissed-out state, but she wasn’t ready.
I brought my fingers to her clit while my tongue made its way inside her. Speared her like I would with my dick.
Then I switched my assault. My fingers took over, and I added another one for good measure, gliding the pads of my fingers over her inner walls in exactly the right place, and she detonated again.
This one took her by surprise, and she gasped and whimpered. I crawled up her body while slowly stroking her through it.
“You taste so fucking perfect I could do that all night, but next time I make you come, I want to see your face.”
Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head.
“You like that?”
She nodded.
“Want more?”
She bit her lip but nodded again.
“You want me to tell you how desperate my cock is for you. How badly I need to be inside you. How I’m addicted to the taste of you?”
“More.”
Oh. My. Fuck.
I kissed her.
“Taste yourself. Taste how much you want me,” I said against her lips.
She groaned and kissed me with abandon. I kept her on her back but hitched her leg over my hip.
Then, just as I was about to slide home for the very first time, I stilled.
“Fuck,” I muttered. No, this, this wasn’t happening. “Fuuuuck!”
“What is it?” Alarm coated her hoarse voice.
“I need a fucking condom,” I said, nearly crying.
I didn’t have one on me.
I went to move off her, but she gripped me tight.
“I don’t have any. I’m on the pill though.”
“I know but?—”
“Scott . . .”
Her eyes softened and she cupped my jaw. “I’d never hurt you.”
“I know,” I said absentmindedly. I felt torn. If she’d have reached over to the dresser to retrieve one from a stash I’d have been gutted. But the fact that she didn’t have any meant this was a no-go.
“So, please.”
I snapped my eyes back to hers. Suddenly, very aware of what she was trying to say.
And shit, I’d never, ever, done this before. Slept with someone without protection. Without taking precautions.
My dick throbbed so much it hurt. I was desperate and Jenna looked just as needy.
My hands gripped her thigh harder and my other snaked into her hair and held tight.
“You want my cock this bad? You’re that greedy for me?”
“Scott, I’ll die if I don’t have you.”
Her skin was slick with sweat from all the edging I’d put her through. Her pupils were blown so wide I could barely see the caramel swirls that had hypnotized me for most of my life, and the air in the room was heated.
But it was the way she was looking at me that did me in. Want, need, trust, and an emotion I recognized in myself but would never acknowledge she felt.
And that was it. The match was lit.
I’d never need any training on incendiary devices again because I’d seen one spark to life right in front of me. Jenna was going to destroy me, and I was going to let her.
I checked one more time she was ready, my fingers slickening with her need, lined myself up, and slid inside her in one long, mind-bending move as she stretched around me.
Jenna was so fucking tight I could barely keep myself upright.
She arched up into me. “You feel so good,” she moaned, taking me deeper.
“I . . .”
Fuck. I couldn’t speak. She was utter perfection. She felt like heaven. She felt like home.
She snaked her arms around my neck and pulled me until our foreheads connected.
“You’re perfect, Scott. So big and I feel so full.”
My heart melted. My dick throbbed.
She pecked me sweetly on the tip of my nose and smiled, then she tipped her head slightly, her lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispered, “Now fuck me with all you’ve got.”
Her tone was angelic, but her words incinerated me.
How was this happening? She was the girl who made her own sprinkles. She was buttercream and fancy fondant art. She smelled like vanilla and tasted like sugar, and she was telling me to fuck her hard and fast.
My growl was low. Guttural. I wanted to give her everything she asked for. I wanted to mark and claim. To make sure no matter what happened between us, no matter who she inevitably forged a life with, I’d always have staked my claim on her. In her. For one glorious night, I’d made her mine.
It was primal. Carnal. I was a fucking Neanderthal driven by the way she keened under me. The way she writhed in pleasure, the way we sounded, and the way we fit. God, she was made for me.
My vision tunneled as I pulled out and slammed home again. Her eyes flared and she grappled to hold onto my shoulders.
My mouth took hers in a forceful kiss, which she matched with her own fervor.
I drove into her over and over, hard and unrelenting, and she moaned and met me thrust for thrust.
“How is this even possible? You’re gonna make me come again,” she whimpered, and I released the hand I had in her hair only to fill it with her delectable, rounded ass cheek.
“You’re damn right I am.” I squeezed and lifted her off the bed a fraction, it changed the angle, and she groaned as I hit an even deeper, more coveted spot.
Her nails started to dig into my shoulders while she tried to hold on and it only spurred me on more. I ramped up another notch.
My mouth left hot wet kisses down her throat, and I released her hip to intertwine our fingers.
“Let go and you’ll take me with you,” I told her just before I took her mouth in another blistering kiss.
“Say . . . say something.”
I looked down at where we joined. At where we connected. It sent a flood of flames through every inch of my body.
Her perfect pussy rippled and squeezed . . . she was so close. I knew exactly what she needed.
“You look so good taking my cock. This pussy wants it so bad. Now be a good girl and I’ll fill you with my cum,” I said and bit her neck.
God this was so fucking hot. The lines just kept coming.
“Or how about, now strangle my cock so I can fill you with my cum.”
“Scott.” She came on a cry, flooding my dick and clamping around me so tight I almost blacked out.
“Jesus, fuck,” I groaned, and tumbled over with her.