Chapter 16
I'm Fully Sated
When a virtuous girl walks into the Fearless Five house, she's bound to leave blushing. Watch out, sweet Georgia. If you stand too close to the sun, you're likely to get burned.
We've been heavily making out for a few minutes and I can't think. I can't function. Is this happening? Do I want it to go all the way? That bittersweet pulsating pressure is building within my body at an accelerated rate and a moan escapes as he starts kissing my neck. I’ve learned that my neck is a particular go-to place for me. I lift his shirt and gently run my nails up and down his chiseled back. His breathing hitches, and goosebumps pop up all over. I feel powerful, like an otherworldly creature that has the ability to seduce any man. But this isn’t just any man, this is Jake, and at least for now, he is my man, all mine.
He brings his attention back to my lips. Feeling more confident, I pull his shirt over his head. "Hello, six-pack." I blush, realizing I said that out loud.
He chuckles. "And they're all yours, baby."
Yes, they are. Jake reaches for the hem of my shirt but looks into my eyes for permission first. I smile and blush profusely.
He's already seen it anyways. Thanks to me rushing out of my room last night.
I give him a nod and he smiles, pulling me into a sitting position.
His eyes darken as my shirt comes off, and his heated gaze is focused entirely on my perky breast. He gently lays me back down and kisses my full lips.
"You're perfect." He whispers. He moves from between my legs and lays down on his side, facing me.
"Dani, I want to touch you everywhere. May I? "
I nod my head yes. "Please," I beg. My voice is husky and sounds strange to even my ears.
He strokes me from the top of my shorts to the bottom of my bra.
Such a simple move, but it has me writhing beneath his touch.
The constant throbbing between my folds begins to slowly ache.
Whether it be from want or pure lustful need, I don't know.
I unhook my bra and throw it on his floor.
I might get embarrassed about this later, but I can't take it anymore.
His teasing has left me wanting, and my body demands to be fully sated. "Please, Jake," I whisper again.
He stares greedily at my chest. He licks his lips as he palms my breast. I gently pull his mouth down to me, and his hands roam freely on each mound. He pinches my nipple, and I cry out, begging him for more. He does the same to my other one, and I cry in pleasure again.
He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them off, slinging them across the room.
He hasn't seen me with only my panties on before but it doesn't matter because I need this.
Thankfully, I wore my "fancy" black lace panties today.
I go to unbutton his jeans, but he stops me.
"This afternoon is all about you, baby. Tonight, we can worry about both of us. Let me make you come. Please."
"Yes. Please."
He kisses my lips teasing me while his hand rubs the top of my panties, from my belly button to just above my folds. I start to protest, but his kiss drowns the sound away. He reaches inside my panties. "You ready, baby?"
"Yes...." My breathing is labored. It won't take much.
He smiles against my lips, loving how I react to his blissful torture.
He moves his hands down and finally, I get a little relief, releasing a moan.
He Fingers move with an expertise, assaulting my clit before slowly moving down.
He takes his finger and enters in and out of me while his palm massages my new favorite place.
"You're so wet for me, baby. My fucking hand is soaked. "
"Yes!" Jake's blissful assault feels different than when I've touched me.
His hand feels so good. I've never felt this type of pleasure before.
I climb higher and higher towards contentment.
and moan loudly as I reach my orgasm. We lay there and stare at each other for a while longer until Jake bends down to kiss me before getting up to wash his hands.
I wrap his sheet around me and get up to take a shower as I smile to myself. That was freaking amazing. He knows what he's doing and I try not to think about all the others before me, but I am glad at least one of us knows what to do. I grab my bag and wait for him to come out of the bathroom.
He looks down at his bed and panics when he doesn't see me. "Over here."
He smiles and comes over to kiss my forehead. "Thank you, beautiful. That was the most amazing experience of my life." I shake my head but smile. I can't believe him. I didn't do anything. "It's true. Watching your face, hearing your sounds, I'll never be the same. Thank you."
I blush and bury myself in his neck. "You're welcome, baby, and thank you. That was better than I ever imagined it could be."
"That's not even all that I'm going to do with you. Just wait. Let's take a shower together?" He waggles his eyebrows.
"Not a chance!" I blush.
"Soon?" He asks, sounding hopeful.
I nod my head. I'd love that, but I can't make my mouth say those words. Whatever inner boldness I found earlier is gone. She done left!
I jump in his shower, and he grabs one in Jaxon's room. I put on a new bra and panties and the shirt that Jaxon gave me. I’d forgotten this shirt was already in there.
It's still a couple of hours before we have to get ready So I lay in his bed, curling up on top of his pillow. I’m down for the count and need a nap before tonight.
He walks into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I’m practically drooling, but I try to act like I don’t see him.
He grabs some clothes out of his top drawer and changes in the bathroom.
It feels so good when he lifts the covers to lay beside me.
He looks at my shirt and scowls. "Oh, hell no, Georgia. "
He jumps up, and I laugh. He goes to his closet and hands me one of his shirts. "I'll close my eyes if you want me to, but you have to put on my shirt and give me back his."
I laugh at him. "I'm not giving you back his. He's my friend, too."
"We're more than friends."
"That may be so, and I'll gladly put yours on, but I'm not getting rid of his."
"But you’re my girl!" He's so cute when he man-whines.
"Yes, I am, but I'm still his friend."
We stare each other down. Jake rolls his eyes but gets back in bed. I take off Jaxon's shirt and replace it with his. He smiles but doesn't ask me to give him Jaxon’s back. "I’ll get you like twenty different ones so you'll never wear his again."
I laugh. "It's just a shirt, Jake."
He grunts, pulling me on top of his chest. I go willingly, closing my eyes as I listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
I didn't sleep well last night and I missed him.
I almost tell him that but decide against revealing too much, too soon.
He rubs my back as we both fall into a peaceful slumber.
The Jake Ryan is truly a Sex King. My Sex King.