30. June
We left the party nearly an hour ago, and my stomach is still tied in knots and my heart consumed with worry for Jake. He hasn’t said much during the drive to I don’t know where. He only said that he was taking me somewhere peaceful after he texted Lachlan asking him to check on the pets.
The radio is on, but the songs that have played since we got on the road haven’t registered. I keep thinking about how awful Jake’s father and brother were to him. I can’t imagine growing up in that type of toxic environment. It makes me appreciate my parents more. They can be a pain in my butt, but I know they love me.
I sneak a peek at Jake for the umpteenth time and find him frowning. “A penny for your thoughts,” I say.
“What?” He turns to me.
“You looked like you were concentrating really hard on something.”
He gives me a half smile, then returns his attention to the road. “It’s nothing. We’re almost there.”
“And where is there exactly?” I glance out the window, trying to guess where we are.We left the freeway some time ago, but I didn’t notice the signs.
“Hermosa Beach. I have a beachfront condo.”
My eyes widen. “You do?”
“Yeah. I usually rent it short-term, but it’s vacant now.”
He turns onto a quiet street that leads to the beach, then pulls up the driveway of a sleek two-story modern construction. I can’t see all the details in the dark, but it has a lot of windows. The garage door opens, and the lights inside turn on automatically, revealing a spacious three-car garage. It’s empty besides some storage units and a large fridge.
If I owned a condo by the beach, I’d live there full-time. But I get why Jake doesn’t. It’s far from the arena, and with LA traffic, he’d spent most of his time stuck on the road.
I get out of the car and wait for him. Instead of circling around the front, he walks to the rear, opens the trunk, and pulls out a duffel bag. I stare at it but don’t say anything. I don’t want to assume he planned to come here and didn’t tell me to pack an overnight bag.
“This is my gym bag. I always have it in my trunk,” he says as if reading my mind.
“Okay.”
He loops his free arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “I don’t want you to think I planned this and didn’t tell you.”
“I know you wouldn’t do that.”
His brows furrow ever so slightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about my father though. I should have.”
I touch his face. “After meeting the man, I can see why you didn’t.”
He covers my hand with his, but instead of leaning down to kiss me as I thought he would, he laces our fingers together and steers me toward the garage door. “Let’s go inside.”
The door opens to a short and narrow corridor, which gives way to an open kitchen space, as well as the living room. The lights are still off, but the curtains in the living room are partially open, allowing the streetlight illumination to flow inside.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
I’m alone with Jake in a dream location. The last thing on my mind is a late-night snack. I look into his eyes, then drop my gaze to his lips. “Yes, but not for food.”
In the blink of an eye, Jake’s hands frame my face, and his lips cover mine. I open them, welcoming the invasion of his sweet and demanding tongue. My body is already plastered to his, and my arms are around his waist. His lips are soft, but his mouth is hungry and possessive. When he grabs my ass, squeezing it, I don’t think; I jump into his arms, crossing my legs behind him. I’m glad my skirt is flowy, not form-fitting, or I’d have ripped the seams.
He pulls back and smiles. “I guess you want a tour of the house later.”
I capture his face between my hands, mindful of his swollen eye. “I’ll settle for a tour of the bedroom.”
“It’s upstairs.”
I try to slide down, not expecting him to carry me up the stairs, but he holds me tighter. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”
“I can walk.”
“I know, but I like the feel of your wet pussy rubbing against my cock.”
On cue, my clit throbs, and I gyrate my hips, causing more friction between our bodies.
Jake’s eyes narrow, then he pivots. “Fuck the bedroom.”
He sets me down on the couch and drops into a crouch in front of me. Holding my stare, he parts my legs. “I never got to taste you last time. It’s time to fix that.”
He rolls my panties down my legs slowly, keeping his heated gaze on mine. That action alone is making me breathless. He touches my clit with the tip of a finger and swipes left and right, sending shivers down my back.
“You’re so wet already, babe.”
My chest rises and falls faster. I’m panting as if I just came home from a run. “That’s what your kisses do to me.”
His lips curl into a crooked smile. “Is that so? I wonder what’s going to happen when I kiss you here?” He leans forward and kisses my inner thigh, a few inches away from the spot where I desperately need him to be.
Sighing, I grab a fistful of his hair. “Why do you want to torture me?”
“Because I enjoy your moans, kitten.”
“I’ll moan louder if you eat me out.”
“Is that so?” He licks my clit in a long and glorious stroke, making me arch my back.
“Oh yes.”
He chuckles against my pussy, and his hot breath teases my sensitive skin. Every nerve in my body is tingling with pleasure.
“I love your taste. Peaches is a very appropriate nickname for you, gorgeous.”
He runs lazy circles around my nub, driving me crazy with need. “Oh Jake. This feels so good. Fuck.”
“I can make it feel even better.” He stands up and takes off his clothes.
I watch, hoping my galloping heart doesn’t jump out of my chest. It’s beating so fast, I can almost hear it. Or maybe that’s just my pulse, drumming in my ears. All I know is that I’m horny as hell, and I might come just from watching this beautiful man undress in front of me. And when his piercing comes into view, I let out a whimper. His jewelry felt so good inside of me.
He jerks off slowly, rubbing his thumb over the Apadravya. “Lie down and keep those legs wide for me.”
I do as he says, bunching up my skirt to give him unrestricted access to my pussy. I’m burning with desire, aching for Jake’s touch.
“You’re so beautiful, June. A masterpiece.” He leans down, resting his left forearm next to my body while pressing the head of his cock against my clit.
I close my eyes, melting against the couch. The contrast of warm and cold and soft and hard overloads my senses. “Jake...”
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Do you like that, June?”
“Yes, so, so much.”
Slanting his lips over mine, he rubs his cock against my clit, up, down, and sideways, making me so slick, he could easily penetrate me in one swift move. I’m unraveling, spinning out of control. It’s not only his teasing that’s making me lightheaded; it’s his kiss too. Everything he’s doing is scrambling my thoughts. I’m ready to forget protection and guide his cock to my entrance. I need him inside of me like I need air.
But I don’t take that step. Maybe I do have a shred of self-control left. Jake leaves my mouth to kiss my neck, giving me delicious goose bumps. I moan loudly and say his name as if in prayer. I can feel my orgasm building, making me tingle. God, how I love this moment, the seconds before the climax hits. My toes curl, and I’m almost there, but suddenly, Jake stands, taking with him my source of pleasure.
“Wha—”
“I need to be inside you, June. Right. The. Fuck. Now.”
He pulls a condom from his duffel bag, and it makes me wonder why he needs a condom at the gym. Maybe the guys just stash condoms everywhere, which is smart, considering how hot they are. They probably have women hitting on them all the time. It’s hard to believe they want to be with me. They want to share me.
Lost in my thoughts, I don’t see Jake put the condom on, but when he returns to the couch, he’s ready.
“I’ve been dreaming about your hot and tight pussy milking my cock since the last time, gorgeous.” He rubs his Apadravya against my clit again, then slides to my entrance and sheathes himself in me to the hilt.
I whimper and shake, trying to hold off the orgasm just a bit longer. It’s like swimming against a riptide. The way his piercing rubs against my special spot makes me delirious. He cuts off my moans with his tongue, kissing me deep while he pounds into me, his pace increasing with each thrust. My body convulses in the next moment, and a vortex of pleasure engulfs me. I scratch his back and scream against his lips. That makes Jake move faster, fuck me harder than before. I’ve barely recovered from my orgasm’s onslaught when a new wave crashes over me. I’m coming again, and this time, I might disintegrate.
Jake groans against my lips, a deep and guttural sound that I can feel in my bones. I feel the vibrations coming from him as he chases his release. It seems to go on forever. Finally, with one last jerky movement, he stops, and his body relaxes as he hides his face in the crook of my neck.
We don’t move for seconds, maybe minutes. I’m busy trying to catch my breath. I keep my eyes closed while basking in the weight of Jake’s body on mine. I feel serene and complete, same as with Lachlan. It’s a sensation I never had before, and that tells me something important. I want to keep them. All of them.