Chapter 23
DANI
I squealed when he stood up with me in his lap as if I weighed nothing. He walked us back to the master bedroom. I hooked my ankles behind his back and gasped when my still-sensitive core rubbed against his midsection.
“I won’t drop you,” he promised.
“I trust you, baby.”
He growled at me, and I giggled.
“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?” he asked.
“You love it.”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
I shrieked when he tossed me on his bed. Then, I scrambled to my knees and watched eagerly as he peeled off his shirt.
“Just sleeping tonight,” he reminded me sternly.
“Mm, yes.” I faked a yawn. “I’m so tired.”
He rolled his eyes, but there was that ghost of a smile. My breath caught when he pushed down his jeans. His semi-hard cock was outlined in the damp material of his boxer briefs, and my mouth watered. Morning couldn’t come soon enough. Jake grimaced as he peeled them off.
“I need a shower.”
I perked up.
“Me, too.”
“Naughty girl.” His half-smile made another appearance, and I was a goner. “I don’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself.”
“That’s because you’re smart.”
“I want your hands on me more than I want to breathe, but you need sleep.”
I pouted, but he wouldn’t budge. I dozed until he returned, slick with water, wearing the towel so prominent in my daydreams. He was committed to toeing the line, but it was my nature to test him.
“Hopefully I get to see my favorite outfit a little longer this time,” I teased
“I had a hard-on the whole time I wore it,” he admitted with a flush.
Shocked laughter escaped me.
“I thought you were upset with me.”
“After you rubbed all over me, I was hard as a rock and didn’t want to scare you away.”
My mouth curved into a lascivious smile. “Baby, if you knew the things I thought about doing to you in that towel, you wouldn’t have run.”
He groaned and turned away to adjust himself.
“Shower, you she-devil, or I’m going to build a pillow wall between us.”
I made a face at him, and he laughed. This lighter side of Jake made me happy, but it wasn’t fair I was the only one sexually frustrated.
I stripped off my shirt and shimmied out of my shorts until I stood in only my underwear. Once his heated eyes were trained on me, I rubbed myself through my soaked panties.
He tossed a pillow at me, and I laughed. My bra and underwear hit the floor seconds later. Insecurity at my small breasts tried to take hold, but the look of wonder on his face erased it completely.
I sauntered over to him. His eyes dilated, and he hissed when I cupped him through the towel.
“Does your shower have one of those adjustable heads? I’m never gonna fall asleep if I’m this horny.”
He closed his eyes and counted for patience. Damn, this was fun.
I shrieked when he pulled me against his hard body with all that glorious damp skin and firm musculature.
“Hurry up.” His growl shot straight to my clit. “If you’re quick, I’ll help you rub one out.”
With a squeal, I rushed through a shower. Then I swiped the towel over my skin before I scurried back to the bedroom.
I stumbled to a stop in the doorway, and the towel fell from my hand. Jake lay stretched out in the middle of his bed, his thighs spread to give me a better view as he stroked himself.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
His eyes opened to slits, and he grinned lazily at me. That was the one; that was my favorite of all his smiles. Sexy, knowing, lusty, and all mine.
I was mesmerized as he stroked himself to full hardness. Then I stepped forward to join him.
“Stop,” he ordered. “We’re not having sex tonight.”
I whimpered my dismay, and his smile flashed.
“Why are you torturing me?” I wailed.
“I’m torturing myself.”
“I won’t change my mind. I promise. I’ve thought about this a lot.”
“And I want to hear all about it, but tonight, you need sleep.”
“Then what are you doing?” I pouted.
“You were right. It’d be impossible to sleep while horny as fuck. I thought you might like to watch.”
I squeezed my thighs at the heat his words sent through me.
“Can I help?” I asked eagerly.
He nodded, and I shot to his side in seconds.
“Spit on your hand,” he ordered. “Get it nice and wet. Good, now wrap your hand around my cock. Holy fuck, yes,” he hissed.
Hand jobs didn’t interest me in the past, but Jake was an experience. He tightened his hand over mine, which was hot as fuck. His heels dug into the bed, and he thrust into my hand. The sheer carnality of his actions made me wet.
We worked his cock together, his fierce gaze trapping mine until his head fell back onto the bed. The tendons in his neck strained as he fucked both our hands. My mouth dried at his naked beauty.
“Oh god, yes. Fuck, Dani!”
His voice broke on my name, and I cried out when his come spurted all over our hands. I milked him until he stilled me.
Arousal hummed through my blood, but I curled up next to him.
“That was amazing,” I whispered.
Jake sat up, a gleam in his eye and a wicked smile gracing his beautiful mouth. I couldn’t believe I was allowed to kiss him now. What that reminder, I kissed him until I was breathless.
“I have to know,” he said between kisses.
“What?”
“Do you taste this good everywhere?”
He rolled out of the bed, tucked pillows under my hips, and crawled between my legs. I pushed up on to my elbows to catch his attention.
“You don’t have to do that,” I protested.
“Oh, yes, I do.”
The undisguised hunger in his voice sent a shiver through me. I gasped when his lips found the tender skin of my inner thighs. He teased me, coming closer and closer to where I wanted him, until I was a shaky, jittery mess.
His beard felt like heaven on my skin. Between his soft lips and wiry beard, the contrast drove me wild.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Touch me.”
He ran his hand along the length of my leg. I squirmed and whimpered, desperate for direct stimulation. Jake, the bastard, chuckled. Then he slid two fingers into me, sucked on my clit, and made me scream.
It usually took a lot to get me off, especially via oral sex, but Jake literally had to hold my hips down as I thrashed through an explosive orgasm. Stars collided behind my eyelids as he worked me over until I collapsed in a heap on the bed.
He kissed my shuddering midsection and hopped up from the bed.
“Stay put,” he said.
I snorted. My limbs didn’t work anymore. He returned in a flash with a damp cloth to clean me up. Then he turned off the lights, pulled the blanket over us, and curled up behind me. He wrapped me in his strong arms and nuzzled me. Replete, I was asleep in seconds.
My bladder woke me later. I was scared to move, afraid to break the spell, for last night to disappear into never-forgotten memories.
“Are you awake?” he whispered.
“No.”
His chuckle shook me, and he tightened his hold around my waist. I didn’t want him to run off again, but I really had to pee.
“I have to use the bathroom. Don’t leave,” I ordered.
His chuckle reassured me somewhat as I scurried off to do my business. I didn’t fully breathe again until I returned and found him still in bed.
“You’re still here.” My words were like a benediction.
“You told me to stay. Did you want me to leave?”
“No,” I exclaimed.
I curled up next to him on the bed, but I melted when he draped me over his side. He stroked my back in long, soothing motions similar to petting a cat.
“Last time, you ran off.”
His hand on my back stalled.
“What?”
I cleared my throat.
“Last time, you ran off when we woke up. I was worried it would happen again.”
My voice shook, but it was easier to say while staring at his chest.
He clutched me to him.
“I didn’t know.” He buried his face in my hair. “I thought you’d be horrified and repulsed by my morning wood.”
My leg slid along his length, and he hissed.
“Definitely not.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”