Chapter 26 #2
She pressed a soft hand against his shoulder as she pushed herself back, their eyes leveled as understanding passed between them. If she had expected harsh judgment from him, she didn’t find it. His hand cradled her jaw in a soft grip, showing her with his touch he would never hurt her.
“Jake… can I ask you something?” Gia asked.
“Anything,” he said without hesitation.
“It’s just that… if we do this…” She waved a hand in the space between their bodies. “Can I…”
Her chest heaved as she exhaled loudly, avoiding his eyes.
“Can you what, Kitten?”
Jake watched as she curled her lips inward, pondering what she wanted to say. Finally, having reached a decision, she met his gaze with a determined look.
“I want to… I need to be on top,” she stammered. “At least the first time.”
Have I died and gone to heaven?
Jake knew it was more than a preference in sexual positions. It was about control and safety for her.
His chin tipped down in a curt nod. “Done.”
“That’s it?” She tilted her head to the side to look at him, as if it would give her better clarity.
“If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.” Leaning in close, he used his fingertips to curl a strand of hair behind her ear. He resisted the urge to rub the soft strands. “You can have your way with me, Gia.” He smirked.
The grin she flashed nearly killed him.
His heart skipped a beat. He knew he would move heaven and earth to make sure she always smiled at him like that.
With a gentle push, Jake moved to get off her. She sat up in bed, glancing around the room as if she were looking for something. Her eyes caught on the closet door.
He backed up, giving her space as she got to her feet.
She didn’t say a word as he watched her approach his closet, only it wasn’t what was inside the closet that was holding her attention.
It was the tie rack hanging on the door.
Her hand came up to touch each tie, rubbing it between her fingertips.
The way she looked at each one heightened his arousal. An undeniable tension hung in the air. He could never wear a tie again without thinking of Gia stroking it.
She stood on tiptoes, reaching for the red ties at the top he rarely ever wore. Jake had a feeling he would never look at them the same way after she was done with him.
She spun on her heel, ties dangling from her fists, and the mischievous smile on her face had his throat running dry. She looked him up and down, lips pursing to form a small pout.
“Shirt off,” she commanded. He gulped, helpless to obey as he reached an arm over his back, gripping the soft cotton between his fingers and yanking it over his head.
Tossing the shirt to the side, he waited for her instructions.
His stomach clenched, skin pebbling as she raked her hungry eyes down his naked chest. He held his breath as her pink tongue slipped between her rosy lips.
“Sit.” Her hushed voice left no room for argument. Jake plopped down, nearly falling over himself in anticipation.
He hadn’t seen this side of Gia in way too long.
There she is, he thought as each step brought her closer to him. While he was used to being the one in control, especially in the bedroom, tonight was not about him.
Her beauty was undeniable, but the determination to beat her demons intoxicated him. As she sashayed across the room, pink toenails flashing against the plush rug, her steps reverberated with confidence.
She stepped in between his splayed legs. They were nearly eye to eye in this position. His hands itched to touch her, to cradle her shapely hips, and to reassure himself she wasn’t a fantasy—she was really here in his bedroom, about to make all of his wildest dreams come true.
With his tie in one hand, she braced her other hand on his shoulder and leaned forward. Her cheek gently grazed his, making his breath hitch in his chest. When her heated breath blew gently against his ear, his skin erupted in goosebumps.
“No touching,” she whispered, flicking out a tongue to lick the shell of his ear. His tortured groan filled the air as his fists clenched the soft comforter beneath him. “Got it?”
Jake nodded frantically. “No touching. Got it.”
She pulled away as he was about to protest. She murmured, “That’s a good boy.”
Fuck. That’s hot. Tingles at the base of his spine let him know he was dangerously close to the edge.
The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing as he wrestled for control.
Get a hold of yourself, man. Don’t blow your load before you’ve even been invited to the party.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to picture the pile of paperwork on his desk, which helped to calm his libido. Once he was more in control, he popped his eyes open to see the bemused expression on Gia’s face.
His cheeks flushed under her scrutiny as he waited for her next move.
Who knew I had a praise kink?
Gia looked past him at his bedframe.
“Sit back against the headboard.”
All too eagerly, he rushed to do her bidding. He stood up, turning his back on her, one knee on the bed, before her sharp command made him stop.
“Wait.” He turned to look at her over his shoulder, an eyebrow quirked in question. “Take off your pants.”
His eyes widened in surprise.
Guess we’re not taking this slow, after all.
There was no way she missed the bulge beneath his jeans before this point.
He turned to face her fully, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he unbuttoned his pants and dragged the zipper down.
If he weren’t so aroused that it was painful, he would smirk at the way her breathing hitched in her chest, making her breasts bounce.
Instead, he focused on working the zipper over the bulge.
Thumbs hooked over the waistband of his pants and boxers, he dragged them until his cock bounced freely. He hissed softly as the cool air brushed against his overly sensitive skin. He worked his pants down his thighs until they fell to his ankles, splaying his hands out in a what now? gesture.
Gia held his stare a moment longer as he stood still. When she dragged her gaze down his body, his muscles clenched with restraint. Her lips parted in a soft gasp when her eyes landed on his cock, which jerked as if saying hello.
Balling his hands into fists, he waited impatiently for her next move.
“Well?” he growled impatiently.
“Oh, um. Sit.” She pointed to the headboard, reminding him of what she held tightly in her fist. “There.”
Once again, he turned his back on her, and this time when he moved to get onto the bed, she didn’t stop him. His cock bobbed as he climbed onto the bed, tossing pillows onto the ground where they landed with soft thuds.
He settled against the headboard, waiting for her next move.
She chewed her lower lip nervously. Jake quirked an eyebrow, daring her to spring into motion.
His cock bobbed, impatient for him to take care of the problem.
Though he adopted a calm demeanor, not wanting to pressure Gia into anything she wasn’t ready for, inside his stomach turned.
What if she decided it wasn’t worth it? He wasn’t worth it? Could she walk away from him again? Or, even more importantly, would he survive if she did?
Whatever issues she had been working through in her mind, he knew the moment she decided.
She pulled her shoulders back, steely resolve reflected in her eyes as she propelled forward.
His tense muscles loosened in relief until her hand gripped his calf.
The innocent touch sent a thrill straight to his eager cock, which bounced with excitement.
Fuck, she was so close. He could lean forward and yank her to him. Instead, he clenched his fists, feeling the coarse texture of the comforter under his fingers.
She crawled up his body until she was on all fours before him.
“This seems unfair,” he complained.
She paused, tilting her head to the side. “What is?”
He tipped his chin at her. “You have way too much clothing on.”
She glanced down at herself as if suddenly realizing the same thing. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Shrugging, she sat back with a pointed look. “Hands behind your head. No funny business.”
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her nose scrunched adorably as she watched him slowly raise his hands and interlace his fingers behind his head.
This is going to be torture. How was he supposed to sit still and watch Gia get undressed without touching her?
She leaned back on her heels, dropping the ties next to his hip, her arms crossed with hands fisting her top and pulling it over her head. He pouted when she only sat on his lap in her sports bra, refusing to remove any more clothing.
With a grin, she rolled her eyes in his direction. “Right arm, please.”
She circled his extended arm with her small hands before pulling it back to the headboard.
He held it there while she wrapped the tie around his limb, forming a knot that would make any man proud and tightening it.
He pulled on it twice, testing it, disappointed it would hold even as more pre-cum dribbled onto his stomach.
“Too tight?” Gia worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Not bad,” he purred.
“Now, left arm.” He obliged willingly.
He watched her secure him to the bedpost, her face scrunched in focus, a pink tongue peeking out from her lip. The only way he could get out of this was if she decided it was what she wanted.
He was completely at her mercy.
“How about a safe word?” Jake suggested as she sat back on her haunches and admired her work.
“Safe word?” she parroted.
“Yes. If it gets to be too much or if we need to take a break. No questions asked, just say the safe word,” Jake said.
He watched as her brows furrowed in thought.
“How about caterpillar?” she said, a smile in her voice.
“Caterpillar it is.” Jake tugged at the restraints, testing them.
A wicked gleam appeared in her eyes as she looked him over like a predator who finally had her prey exactly where she wanted him to be.