Chapter 4
JAKE
Imeant what I said. I won’t push her into something she doesn’t want.
The thing is, I think she does want this. There’s no way to fake the chemistry in our kiss, or the way I’ve caught her looking at me today. I just need her to admit it to herself.
Fuck, I hope she’s ready to admit it to herself. And me. Because I’ve spent the whole wedding thinking about all the things I want to do to her when I get her alone, and my cock has been painfully hard ever since her lips touched mine on that dancefloor.
I watch her as she pulls out the keycard and opens our room.
My eyes are glued to her as we step inside, the door clicks closed behind us, and she kicks off her heels, making me tower over her again.
My hands itch to pick her up, to carry her to the bed, to strip that silky dress off her and worship her with my lips, my hands, my body.
I have to clench my fists to stop myself, and take a deep breath in a valiant attempt to keep my cool.
I want her for more than just a night, and I haven’t felt this way about anyone…
well, ever. So I can’t go scaring her off or fucking this up.
I may be a bit of a womanizer, but this is unfamiliar territory for me.
I feel like my goddamn heart is in Cara’s hands right now, and I’m just waiting to see if she’ll crush it.
Oh my God, she’s turning me into a total simp, I think to myself with a chuckle. If only the guys could see me now.
Cara turns around slowly, like something out of my dirtiest dreams. Her fingers graze the straps of her dress and guide them down her arms. The top of the dress falls to her waist, exposing the lacy bra she’s wearing underneath.
“I owe you for today,” Cara says, her voice softer than before, a little more vulnerable.
My jaw clenches as I take a step towards her, leaving enough room between us to maintain my last shreds of self-control. “Are you still pretending this isn’t real?” I say, my voice gravelly and low.
Cara swallows, her hands skim her waist as she slides her dress down over her hips.
The fabric pools by her feet, and she steps out of it, closer to me.
My gaze drags over every inch of her. The curves of her thighs and hips, the matching slip of lace barely covering her pussy, up to the rosy peaks of her nipples barely visible through her bra.
I might actually die if I don’t get my hands on her.
Seriously, the headlines will be Superstar Hockey Playboy Jake Jones Found Dead From Lack of Blood Flow to Brain.
Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but right now, it feels true.
My cock is so hard it hurts, and there’s no questioning where all the blood in my body is flowing.
Cara’s hands land on my chest, and I jolt like I’ve been electrocuted. Yeah, there’s no fucking way I can control this anymore.
My hands grab her thighs, and I lift her, turning to press her against the wall.
I trap her with my body, my cock presses against her center.
Only my suit pants and her panties separate our sensitive regions.
Cara gasps, her face flushes as she squirms in my grip.
Fuck, I can feel how wet she is already through the fabric.
“Does this feel fake to you?” she asks, circling her hips, grinding against me.
“Oh, thank fuck,” I groan, and then let all control go.
Our mouths crash together as I devour her, tasting champagne and sweetness on her tongue.
Our bodies push together, hands clawing at my clothes until I’m stumbling towards the bed with my pants around my ankles and my shirt open.
We’re both desperate, only parting so I can shed the rest of my clothes, leaving us both in only our underwear.
Cara yanks my boxers off faster than that thought can form, and I kick them out of the way.
My hands explore her body, and she arches her back, letting me slip my hands beneath her to unclip her bra. I trail kisses down her neck. I suck and nip slightly at her skin between kisses.
“Jake,” she pants, scraping her nails down. “Please.”
“Fuck, princess, say my name like that again, and I’ll give you whatever you want,” I’m so far gone for her it’s insane, and I haven’t even claimed her fully yet.
“Jake,” she pleads, smirking up at me as she says my name, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. I grind my cock against her center, only that tiny sliver of lace separates us, and she gasps, her sass makes way for need.
My mouth closes around her nipple as my hand goes to her other breast, teasing and tasting her.
She clutches the back of my head, moaning beneath me, and though I want to be inside her more than I want to breathe, the need to make her come first overpowers everything else.
I slide down the bed and grab her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the mattress as I kneel on the floor between her legs.
I throw her ankles over my shoulders, nip at her inner thigh, and make her gasp.
I lean forward, my mouth watering as I nibble at the soaked lace in front of me.
I trail my hands over her smooth skin, grip the sides of her lacy thong, and rip.
It tears easily, and I toss it behind me without care for where it lands. I plunge my head down on her.
Cara’s thighs tighten around my head with the first sweep of my tongue through her center. Both of us groan in unison, as the taste of her coats my tongue.
I slip two fingers inside of her as my tongue finds her clit, drawing small circles.
Her inner walls clench onto my fingers the way her thighs clench around my head.
Her hand tangles in my hair as she holds me against her.
She pulls at my hair, and it's such a turn-on. I’ve never realized how much I love that feeling until right this very second.
Then again, I’d love anything if she’s involved.
“Oh, fuck, Jake,” Cara moans, voice breathy.
“Soak my face, princess,” I demand, my words muffled by her pussy because I can’t bring myself to stop even long enough to speak.
She gets the message, though, because when I curl my fingers and suck on her clit, she tips over the edge with a loud cry, wetness drips down my hand, and soaks my chin.
I don’t ease up until she shakes and her hand goes slack in my hair.
I look up at her with a grin, and find her looking down at me with wide pupils and pink cheeks. For a second, we just stare at each other, then she grabs my shoulders and tugs, a silent, but eager demand for more.
I rise up over her, her ankles still on my shoulders, and brace my arms on either side. Immediately, my cock slides against her wet center, and Cara tilts her hips as much as she can in this position. It is an invitation.
I grab her hands in mine and lift them over her head so her fingers brush the headboard.
“Hold on,” I say gruffly. “And tell me if it’s too much.”
Cara’s grin is a challenge as she curls her fingers around the bars of the headrest, holding on just like she was told. “Fuck me hard like I know you want to, Playboy,” she teases, cementing once more just how goddamn perfect she is for me. “I can handle it.”
Our moans fill the room as I slide inside her, inch by inch, until she’s taken all of me. Her body fits mine perfectly, and I swear nothing else has ever come close to the pleasure of having her wrapped around me. Balls deep. I start to move slowly.
Cara moves her hips in time with my thrusts, building a rhythm that has us both panting and cursing. Her hands clutch at the bed frame, her lips part in ecstasy, her eyes lock onto mine, and a fantasy comes to life.
The bed rocks, and I press her into the mattress, fucking her hard and fast, driving us both closer and closer to our release.
“You feel like heaven, princess,” I tell her, adjusting the angle slightly so that she can grind her clit against me with every thrust. “Look how perfectly you take me.”
“Fuck, Jake,” Cara whimpers, glancing down to where we meet
Cara gasps, then moans loudly, her head tilting back against the pillow. My name is on her lips as she comes. Her body rigid, her back arched, her eyes closed. She shudders before a final release.
“Ohh, J-Jake, my hockey Playboy… my fucking fake Playboy…”
Her muscles squeeze my cock again and again, sending stars through my vision. Sweat drips from my face. I tighten my abs and arch myself up, thrusting my hips and cock deeply into Cara. I match her intensity and contract every muscle in my body.
Her release triggers mine, and I thrust deep as I come, bliss shoots up my spine. and rattles my core.
For a long moment, we’re both panting and recovering. I grin as I finally lower myself onto my elbows, still inside her, and kiss her neck, then her lips, softly.
She sighs against my mouth, melts against me, and wraps her arms around my back. “Playboy, for sure, tick! Mine… maybe... hopefully… tick, tick?”
In that moment, I know for sure…
I’m never letting this girl go.