20. Twenty
Twenty
Jake
W hen I walk into the kitchen a couple of hours later—having been forced to deal with a last-minute issue as well as a stubborn hard-on—my jaw almost hits the floor.
Goddamn, this must be the roundest, juiciest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on.
My eager dick immediately goes back to half-mast at the sight of Tessa bent over while she sticks some sort of casserole into the oven.
She hadn’t been joking about bringing my little sexy librarian fantasy to life.
Her sinfully short plaid skirt barely covers her cheeks, and my disappointment is a palpable thing when she straightens up and the fabric slides down her creamy thighs.
However, the feeling is short-lived when I take in the sheer blouse tied into a knot at the bottom, revealing a strip of toned abdomen.
Her satiny hair is pulled into a neat bun, giving her a sophisticated look that stands in stark contrast to her skimpy little outfit.
I must’ve made a sound—maybe it was a growl—for her head whips around and her amber eyes snag on mine, holding me captive.
The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, and I set my lunch bag on the counter, resting my forearms on the back of a bar stool and taking my time soaking in the stunning vision.
I let my eyes rake over her in a slow, appreciative sweep.
Her deer-in-the-headlights expression morphs into a knowing smirk that makes me want to skip dinner and go straight for dessert.
“Miss Davidson, I have to admit you look damn fine in my kitchen. A man could get used to being greeted like this.”
The corner of her mouth kicks up and she turns her back, stabbing a finger at the number pad to set the timer on the oven before saying, “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind coming in to a home-cooked meal every night. The question is, what are you going to provide in return for my culinary services?”
An anticipatory grin lights up my face when she waggles her eyebrows suggestively. “If you care to join me in the shower, I’d be more than happy to provide you with a little demonstration.”
She does that cute thing again, tapping her pursed lips with the tip of her manicured finger as she pretends to give my offer some thought. Then she turns away with a dismissive, “Nah, sorry. Not interested.”
I dive around the island separating us and wrap an arm around her midsection, pulling her into my chest while she squeals and giggles, limbs flailing in a half-hearted attempt to get away.
Lifting her up, I unceremoniously drop her onto the cold marble and step between her legs, groaning when I realize she’s not wearing a bra under her barely-there blouse.
“Christ, woman. This outfit should be banned across all fifty states. Does this even have enough fabric to be considered a skirt?” I grab her hips and roughly pull her into my straining dick before I fuse our mouths together, loving the way her breath hitches.
She doesn’t waste time wrapping her legs around me, causing my cock to press into her center, right where I want to be.
Our kiss goes on for what feels like hours, and when we finally come up for air, I give her shoulders a firm push.
Tessa reclines until her back rests flat on the counter, peering up at me with lust-filled eyes.
I lick my lips, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and revel in the knowledge that it’s me who’s affecting her this way.
Me who’s putting that hungry, almost desperate look in her eyes.
I go to work on the buttons of her blouse, pausing halfway to nibble on one of her breasts through the thin fabric and turning it more transparent than it already was.
Tessa’s upper body lifts toward me, begging for more and I comply, parting her shirt to reveal a set of tits that have the ability to bring grown men to their knees.
She gyrates her hips, grinding against me in a way that almost has me shooting my load.
“Fuck, baby,” I pant, releasing her engorged nipple with a pop that echoes through the room. “I need you to slow the hell down or this is going to be over before we get to the good part.”
“Maybe we should get to it then,” she suggests, impatiently reaching for my belt and managing to undo it before I can pull back.
“Sweetheart, stop. I just put in a ten-hour day. I’m covered in grime. Let’s move this to the shower, and I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
Tessa pops the button on my cargo pants and lowers the zipper, pushing a hand inside to stroke me over my boxer briefs. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my hips jerk forward, all too eager to meet her touch.
“I like you dirty, and you smell delicious. Just get inside me before I lose my mind. I need you, Jake. Now,” she begs, pulling me down for a kiss that leaves me panting.
Goddamn. What is it about this woman that makes me feel like a fumbling schoolboy?
I’m ready to come, and I haven’t even touched her where it counts yet.
Determined to draw at least one orgasm out of her, I push a trembling hand under her barely-there skirt, where I discover just how ready she really is.
“Jesus, Tessa.” I give a strangled moan when my hand meets her bare flesh. “Are you trying to kill me?” I ask while I swipe a couple of fingers through her drenched slit and bring them to my mouth. “You want it bad, don’t you? I can practically taste the desperation on you.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she pants, watching me suck her arousal off my fingers like it’s my favorite lollipop. She frees my hard cock from my cargo pants and immediately presses the sensitive tip to her opening.
“Tell me how much you want it,” I growl next to her ear, working the crown in a quarter of an inch before pulling back. Tessa huffs out a frustrated sound at the loss, lifting her hips to chase after me.
“I want it. I need it. Fuck me, baby. Do it now.”
“I love it when you beg,” I mutter while I frantically work my pants over my ass and hips.
The click of the front door opening has me freezing in place.
I look over my shoulder and watch in horror as my little brother casually struts into the house, dropping his duffel bag by the door before he makes a beeline straight for us.
“Honey, I’m home!” he shouts, tapping out a text on his phone and not paying attention to his surroundings.
“Damn, something smells good. I wasn’t expecting dinner, but you know I can always—ew—what the hell?
” Jude rears back and holds a hand out in front of him in a feeble attempt to hide my naked ass from view.
For a moment that lasts way too long to be anything but painfully awkward, no one moves as we all struggle to comprehend the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
“Goddammit, Jude. A little privacy here,” I bark, trying to cover myself, as well as a beet-red Tessa with nothing but my body and sheer determination.
“Jude,” I repeat with a little more bite, and the urgency in my tone finally has him snapping into action.
Averting his eyes, he spins around so fast he almost does a full three-sixty.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in on you guys like that,” he says with his back to us while still covering the upper half of his face.
“In my defense. There are bedrooms in this house, all with locking doors. Perfect for playing out your stereotypical fantasies. I mean, it’s not my fault you chose to bang the sexy librarian in the common area. ”
“Just get out of here until Tessa has a chance to change.”
“Tessa?” my brother screeches, glancing over his shoulder to confirm my guest’s identity.
When he meets my furious glower, however, he seems to think better of it, and we don’t move while we listen to his retreating footsteps.
I haven’t yet told Jude about my new relationship, choosing to wait so we can have that conversation in person, just in case his reception of her is as hostile as Anna’s was.
But the sheer delight on his features just now tells me I didn’t have to worry.
Tessa pushes at my chest and hops off the counter before she rounds on me.
“This is the single most embarrassing moment of my life.”
I burst out laughing but bite the inside of my cheek when she doesn’t seem to share my humor.
“Come on now,” I drawl. “It’s not the end of the world. So, my little brother caught us with our pants down. I’m sure it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. Besides, he probably didn’t get a good look, anyway.”
Tessa stares at me with an open mouth before she snaps out of her trance. “My boobs were on full display, my bare ass was hanging over the counter, and you were about 0.2 seconds away from shoving your hard dick into me.”
“Yeah, but most of that was probably hard to see from his angle.” My whole face twitches as I make a lackluster attempt at containing my laughter while I watch her mouth open and close like a fish on dry land before she blows out an irritated breath.
Clutching at the lapels of her blouse, she announces, “I’m going upstairs to change.
You might want to get one more good look because this is the last time you’ll ever see me wearing a ridiculous costume for you. ”
“Well, that’s a shame because I gotta say, you really pull it off. ”
“Well…thanks.” She looks absolutely adorable with her flushed cheeks, eyebrows squished together like she’s torn between wanting to stay mad, but also too polite to ignore a compliment.
Once my little vixen is out of sight, I heave a regretful sigh and busy myself by taking the steaming casserole out of the oven when the timer goes off.
I’m really starting to get tired of everyone showing up at the most inconvenient moments.