Chapter 26 #3
She stepped off the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled her leggings and panties down, kicking them to the side. Jake sucked in a breath when she pulled the sports bra off, leaving her breasts exposed, dusky nipples pebbled into erect tips, begging for his mouth.
His mouth watered, muscles coiled, ready to spring into action. Every nerve ending screamed at him to get to her. He let out a frustrated growl, fists clenching when he could not break free and reach her.
Gia was naked in his bedroom, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
“Uh-uh-uh.” She tsked, a finger wagging as if he were a misbehaving schoolboy. “That’s not how this is going to work.”
“Gia,” he groaned, pleading with her to change her mind.
“I need this, Jake.” Her somber tone cooled his libido, dumping a bucket of ice water over his raging hormones.
He swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I know.”
She made her way back to him, and this time, he sighed when she sat on his lap. He was content to have her within touching distance, even if he couldn’t actually touch her.
Her hands came up first to touch his chest, fingers playing with the hair there before tugging on it. The sharp bite of pain made him jerk upward. Her pleased smile told him she was testing a theory, and she got her answer.
She braced her hands on his shoulders, leaning until she towered over him. One hand snaked into his hair, tugging his head back until she had him exactly where she wanted him. “Jake.”
“Hmm?” He licked his lips, breathless with anticipation as she leaned down.
Her eyes, heavy with lust, smoldered with an unreadable desire. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Okay.” He watched, savoring the moment, as her eyes fluttered closed—and then her soft lips met his in a gentle kiss.
Groaning, he followed her lead. She tilted his head to deepen the kiss. God, he could come just from kissing her. She tasted delicious. Like powdered donuts, apple spice, and caramel.
She pulled away, breasts heaving so close to his face.
He barely resisted the urge to bury himself in the soft globes.
With her fingernails, she trailed her touch down his chest, circling the flat of his nipple and flicking it as an afterthought.
Her touch carried a spark of electricity, sending lightning straight to his cock.
The back of his head met the headboard with a thud. He peered down at her, eyes hooded with desire.
She explored his body with her hands, her fingers dipping between the valleys of his abs, making them clench. Then her mouth joined in the exploration, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on his chest.
She leaned over his cock, hair tickling his thighs. He held his breath, waiting for her next move. “You’re much bigger than I remember.”
“Oh?” It was all he could manage with her mouth so close to his throbbing cock.
She pulled away. “Do you have condoms?”
“What?” He was not in the right frame of mind to be discussing protection. He forced himself to take deep breaths, clearing the promise of sex fogging up his brain.
“Condoms?” she said with an eyebrow raised.
“Fuck.” He slammed his head back. “No, I don’t.”
She worried at her bottom lip. “Are you… Have you been recently tested?”
His neck moved with a nervous gulp. “It’s been years since…”
Relief and joy brightened her worried expression. “Me too…”
“Okay.” It was all the warning he got before her soft lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
“Fuck!” His hips jerked into the wet heat of her mouth.
She pulled back with a pop, a look of amusement on her face. “Shh, you have to be quiet.”
“What?” he said with a gasp.
“You don’t want to wake Marley up, do you?” She had a point. “If you can’t be quiet, we’re going to have to stop,” she continued, laughing at his answering growl.
He bit his cheek, stifling the noises wanting to escape as she sucked his cock down her throat. Her moans vibrating along his straining length tested his control. He nearly broke his wrists when her hand massaged his balls.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He cursed as quietly as he could.
He was about to blow, and he needed to last a little longer.
He thought about the stack of paperwork still waiting for him on his desk.
The grumpy cat next door, who was always staring at him judgmentally in the window of Griffin’s house.
What was its name again? Donuts? No, something else food-related. Pickles! That was it.
He slammed his head back with a thud. Gia looked up at him, mouth still wrapped around his cock like every single wet dream he’d ever had. “Dammit. You need to stop if you want me to last a little longer.”
She released him with another gentle pop. “Tapping out already?”
“Don’t get used to it,” he grumbled.
She wiped at the corner of her lip with a self-satisfied smile. Moving up his body, she straddled his legs once more. This time, he could feel the heat of her cunt close to his cock.
“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing there would be absolutely no turning back after this.
She rose to her knees, using a hand to guide his tip through her wet heat. The contact made them both groan until they remembered they needed to be quiet. “Yes, I’m sure.”
She glided him between her folds, so close to touching heaven but still so far away. “That’s right, baby. Get my cock nice and wet.”
Finally, she notched him at her entrance. He wrapped his hands around the ties, holding on as she worked him inside in excruciatingly slow increments.
“You’re so big,” she whimpered between heaving pants.
He offered murmured encouragement as she continued to work herself around his cock. When she paused, head resting against the crook of his neck, his hips took over with shallow thrusts. He reveled in her muffled moans, feeling the vibrations of each one deep within his chest.
Sweat beaded across his forehead as she resumed control, her hands braced against his shoulder. She lifted herself onto her knees, took a deep breath, and then sank down until she had him completely buried to the hilt.
Their gasped curses echoed through the room. He had expected her to resume her shallow strokes up and down on his stiff cock. What he hadn’t prepared for was the way she circled her hips, dragging his length across her spongy G-spot.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” He continued to encourage her, hips thrusting helplessly as she twirled her hips around.
She choked out a breath right before she bent forward and told him his favorite words: “Jake, I’m going to come.
” Right before she detonated, she bit into the meat of his shoulder.
The shock of the pain made his balls draw up tightly as he came with a grunt, cock jerking as he unloaded himself.
Her tight cunt milked his cock of every drop of cum.
His vision went white as the orgasm coursed through his body.
Gia collapsed onto his chest, breath heaving, fingers fumbling with the ties.
She loosened one arm, and he took care of the rest. Once freed, he wrapped his arms around her body, careful to lay her down across his mattress.
He pressed a soft kiss to her temples, whispering he’d be right back as he ran to the bathroom to find a washcloth and run it under warm water.
Gia was exactly where he left her. With the warm cloth, Jake gently cleaned her up, being sure to avoid her overstimulated clit.
She moaned slightly as he removed all evidence of his mess before tossing the washcloth into the hamper.
Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss against her mound.
Gia’s hand found its way into his hair and massaged his scalp.
Pulling the comforter back, he gathered Gia into his arms. With her back to his front, he wrapped himself around her prone body, now relaxed in sleep.
With his fingertips, he brushed away her hair, curling around her ear before whispering softly in her ear that he loved her. And that she was never a mistake.
His heart’s rhythm stuttered until it matched hers.
He didn’t see the tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes at his confession.