26. Amber
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
amber
W ith trembling hands, I fumble with getting the key in the lock.
I poked the bear and am now equal parts terrified and excited to see what he will do next.
Our footfalls thunder up the small stairwell as I all but race to my apartment.
I get the door opened in record time, practically stumbling in.
Socks’s tinkling bell gets louder as he comes running for us, but Jake scoops him up and deposits him in the bathroom and shuts the door.
When he turns to me, his eyes are molten and there’s a large tent in his shorts.
“I’ve been waiting all afternoon to have those pretty red lips around my cock, and I’m not waiting a second longer. ”
Clothes fly as we strip ourselves naked, and Jake stalks toward me. He runs his thumb across my bottom lip before shoving his thumb in my mouth. I suck on it, his eyes zeroing in on it, and his cock twitches. He withdraws his thumb, spits into his hand, then coats his erection with it.
He commands me to my knees with his eyes, so I do.
Opening my mouth, I wait for him to drop his tip to my tongue.
I wrap my hand around his at the base of his cock and lick the underside of him.
My tongue caresses each barbell as it moves over them, causing Jake to grip my hair with his other hand and groan.
He tips my head back to look me in the eyes. “Open.”
I obey, and he leans over and spits in my mouth. “Good fucking girl, now suck my cock.”
Happily, and with fervor, I wrap my lips around him and swallow him as deep as I can. Holding myself in place, I try to relax my throat and lower myself on him even further.
“Fuuuck,” he groans. He releases his base and spears his hands in my hair at the sides of my head, guiding me off his cock.
Continuing to hold me like that, he thrusts in and out of my mouth.
Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth, and his pace becomes merciless.
With every grind of his hips, the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth tonight,” he says, bringing his hips back.
In one swoop he bends and picks me up, carrying me over to the bed.
With me still in his arms, he scoots back to lean against the headboard.
When he’s settled, he moves me to straddle his lap, lining his erection perfectly with my slit.
“My little slut with her lipstick on my dick.”
I really shouldn’t, but I preen at his words.
He makes me feel wanted, even when he calls me names.
His hands grip my hips, rocking me over him achingly slowly.
The way his barbells roll over my clit is unholy, so I moan in response.
He doesn’t have to guide me any longer as my body moves of its own accord, chasing the feel of his hard length between my legs.
Being used by him turns me on beyond belief, but him letting me use him right back sends shivers of delight through me.
The head of his dick gliding over me with ease because of how wet he’s made me is something that will live rent free in my mind.
I adjust my knees, sinking further into his lap, and continue grinding over him when one of his hands leaves my hip and grasps my chin, guiding my eyes to his.
He presses a light kiss to my lips, whispering, “That’s it, Whiskey.
Take what you need from me.” He kisses along my jawline, nipping at the sensitive spot below my ear.
It feels so good—his hands, mouth, and cock all working over my body. I’m so close to coming, I just can’t get over that edge. “I need more,” I rasp out, grinding faster over him.
“I know what you need.” He grips my throat again, squeezing enough to make my head spin.
I whimper when he rocks me over him while slightly spreading his thighs, widening mine further and driving his cock harder against my clit.
“So pretty when you make those little sounds for me. Now, come for me.”
His mouth latches to my nipple, sucking it hard, and he cuts off my air supply, and I shatter, my body becoming weightless at the lack of oxygen.
My mouth opens on a silent scream as euphoria rushes through my body.
Every nerve feels alive, like I might float away.
Jake keeps slowly rolling my hips over him until it becomes too much.
He kisses me with such a fiery passion, his tongue hot against mine.
His lips devour me, the soft stubble adding the most delicious friction.
With a swift move, he flips us over so I’m beneath him, his hard body covering mine.
His kisses are endless, like he’s pouring himself into me, and I can’t take it.
This has to be just sex, or it won’t work.
“Please, Jake, just fuck me,” I beg.
He sits up, taking his time to look at every inch of my exposed body. Biting his lip, he trails a finger over my stomach, causing goosebumps to follow. Out of nowhere, he slaps my tit. “On your stomach.”
Without an ounce of grace, I roll onto my stomach, settling my legs around his large body again.
He lifts my hips, placing me on my knees.
“I’m going to fuck you bare. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so deep that you’ll be choking on my cum.
I want you dripping with me for days. That means the only one who gets this pretty pussy is me, do you understand? ”
Unable to form a coherent thought after that claim, I mumble a “Yes, Jake.”
He slides over my slick pussy a few times, coating himself in my release before pushing into me slowly. “Christ, you’re still so tight. Relax for me, baby.” Rubbing my back, he keeps his thrusts gentle and shallow until my muscles loosen and he can slide in with ease.
I feel so full, and he only has one piercing in.
“I’m going to go slow, okay?” he says, still massaging my muscles.
With each thrust, he pushes farther and farther in until the second piercing slides in.
They rub against my inner walls, creating an incredible feeling.
When we did this the first time, I was so focused on trying to stay relaxed so it wouldn’t hurt worse.
Now I get to focus on each new sensation as he pushes in again, driving a third barbell in.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well. Almost there, baby, just two more. ”
“Two more?” I shriek, and he squeezes my hips.
“You can do it. Relax and let me in.” After three more thrusts, I feel impossibly full, and he stills his hips as he rubs from my neck to my ass. “You did so good, baby. I’m all the way in. I’m going to fuck you now, Whiskey. There’re no neighbors, so you scream as loud as you need.”
I don’t have time to respond before he pulls out and slams back in.
My back bows, and I scream out in pleasure.
With no condom, I can feel everything. He pushes one hand in the center of my back, holding me in place, the other gripping my hip as he pounds into me.
His hips piston, smacking against my ass with every thrust.
He feels so deep, like he’s in my stomach, but the slight pain turns to pleasure when he changes his thrusts to rolls of his hips.
Keeping a steady rhythm, he fucks me, groaning when he hits a spot that makes me cry out and clench around him.
My body is coated in sweat as he continues to work me over, building me higher but never enough.
He reaches under me and hauls me up until I’m on my hands and knees. His hand delves into my hair, tugging. “Tell me what was wrong earlier,” he says through gritted teeth.
What the hell, that’s not what I was expecting. I don’t want to think about that now. “No.”
He grabs me by my throat and brings me flush against him, my back to his front. His hips never stop moving, his thrusts becoming lazy, making my pending orgasm fade. Squeezing a little tighter on my neck, he growls in my ear, “Tell me or I won’t let you come again.”
I could cry from how close he had me, slight tremors racking through me. “Seeing everyone together reminded me I have no family left.”
The hand around my throat loosens, and his other wraps around my stomach, hauling me into an embrace. “Family doesn’t just mean blood, Amber. You are not alone.”
His hot breath skates over my ear, and the tender way he holds me brings on too many emotions. It’s all too much, and he seems to pick up on it. A rogue tear slips from me, and he picks up his pace, moving the hand around me to my clit as he angles my head to lick the tear from my cheek.
With small circles on my clit and kisses along my shoulder, he works me up again, quickly getting me to the edge. “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. Give me one more so I can mark this sweet cunt as mine.”
With a matching pinch to my clit and a squeeze on my neck, I tip over the edge for the second time tonight.
This time, my cry is audible as my exhausted body sinks into Jake’s.
He lets me slump forward onto the bed, pistoning his hips twice more before he stills, burying himself deep inside me.
Jake comes with a roar that I feel in my bones before lying on top of me and rolling us over together.
Our sweat-soaked skin sticks together, and my hair clings to the side of my face.
His heartbeat against my back is racing as fast as mine.
That was incredible. I want to punch him in the balls for the emotional roller coaster, but it was amazing, nonetheless.
There’s no way sex always feels like that.
Socks meows from the bathroom, making Jake let out a low chuckle, but my legs feel like Jell-O and I’m too tired to move.
“Go to sleep, I’ll get you cleaned up and take care of him.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before sliding out of me. I wince. Definitely going to be feeling that in the morning again. I vaguely hear him moving around, then feel something warm between my legs before I let sleep take over.