Chapter 10
A Little Bit of Wrong Feels So Right
Marnee
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Oh my God, I’m about to fuck Jake Monroe.
He rolls his hips forward, reaching one hand down to my clit, the other up to my breasts, squishing them together on my side and hitting both nipples at once.
The butterflies in my stomach are unreal.
He pushes my legs apart with his knees and my breath hitches. Every movement he makes is intense. Every roll of his hips has me on the edge.
He crawls down my body, kissing my breasts, my stomach, and then…
He wraps his lips around me, his head between my legs. I just keep calling out his name.
“Jake, oh God, Jake.”
Every move he does feels expert level, and there’s a part of me that realizes just how out of my league I am.
I’ve been having lackluster sex for years.
I have no idea what I’m doing, what movements might make this worth it for him. I mean, I practically had to beg him.
And yet, I can’t get out of this moment. I am in heaven. Everything he does is criminally good. Every lick. Every touch. Every command.
No one has ever commanded me in bed before. I have seriously been missing out.
Jake releases me from his mouth, sits up looks at me, licks his lips, puts his palm to my cheek, drags a thumb over my face, then pushes his hand behind my head, cups the back of my neck, and digs his hips down.
We’re still not fucking. We’re just riding the edge of wrong.
And I realize, that’s his thing. That’s what he likes.
“You know, we really shouldn’t,” I whisper.
He pops the tip of his dick in as I say it. “Nope, it’s definitely wrong.”
“Completely wrong,” I say.
“It’ll ruin everything, he whispers.” It's still his playful, we are playing voice, but it makes my throat hurt. I don’t want to ruin everything.
He’s my best goddamn friend. I like flirting with him.
I like talking every day. I like the way he looks at me like he trusts me.
I like the way he wants to tell me things.
I like our inside jokes. And I really like the way his right hand is now holding his dick and flicking it up and down slowly over my clit.
Again and again and again.
We’re not getting out of this unscathed. We’re too far already. It’d be stupid to stop. We’re going to have weirdness no matter what. Weirdness that is totally my fault. But we might as well make it worth it. Might as well go all the way.
So I push him away. Hard. He backs up off me like the gentleman that he is, confused.
I flip over onto my stomach, pop my ass in the air just a touch, put my own finger on my clit, and beg.
“Please fuck me right now. Please,” I rasp. I’m not even trying to. I’m that hungry for it.
On my third please, he does.