29. Chapter 29 #2
I pulled out of the lot, eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, even though I could feel her beside me without looking. Every shift, every breath, every small movement like it was happening against my own skin.
My dick completely aware of her.
Her hair was a mess, lips swollen, eyes still a little unfocused like she hadn’t fully come back down from it yet—and knowing I’d done that, knowing I could do it again, gave me a rush.
All the effort it took me to calm myself seemed to disappear in a flash, and the rest of the drive was a haze.
I was too aware of the destination. Too aware of what was waiting at the end of it.
My place and her in it.
When we pulled up outside, there wasn’t any stopping how quickly we moved to my door, my hands guiding her forward.
“Your place is nice,” she said, before spinning and lifting onto her toes to kiss me, but nothing about my beach house mattered at all.
Leading her with kisses to my balcony, her body met the glass with a gentle thud as I delved my tongue into her mouth, tasting her. My hands were determined to feel every part of her body, all the softness and the muscle, I wanted it all. “Fuck, I love the way you feel.”
She breathed a moan and tipped her head, my mouth leaving hers and tracing along her jaw, finding her neck.
I didn’t hesitate—I closed my lips over her skin and sucked, harder than I should’ve, because something in me needed to leave a mark, needed something that said mine in a way words didn’t quite cover.
She reacted instantly, her body arching into me, her hands finding purchase in my shirt, and it lit something within me that felt dangerously close to losing control.
I pulled back just enough to look at her, my thumb brushing over the spot I’d just claimed, spreading the wetness. “You have no idea,” I hissed at the sight of the pink blooming on her neck, “how hard it is not to take everything you’re giving me and run with it.”
Her pulse fluttered beneath my touch, her breathing becoming shallow, before she asked, “Do you want me?” The thread of vulnerability in her voice made me stop. There was no way I’d have any woman of mine doubt how fucking sexy she was, especially when she was this beautiful.
My hand slid from her neck to her waist, pulling her flush against me again, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me instead of spelling it out.
“There,” I grunted as I thrust against her. “That answer your question?”
She swallowed hard and her eyes rolled back. “Y-Yeah.”
“Good. Now,” I said, pressing a firm kiss to her mouth. “I need to know your boundaries tonight, because I’m struggling not to handcuff you to my bed and never let you leave.”
Her tongue peeked out to glide over her bottom lip before biting down on it, and I was going to come, right here and now because her eyes were fiery and keen.
“Fuck, don’t do that to me, mama.” My knees nearly buckled. “You like the idea of me handcuffing you to my bed, and you wanna be bad in public? Come on.”
Her eyes darted away, and she scooped in a breath and held it.
“Answer me, please. I need to hear you say the words.”
Her exhale was shaky. “I like the idea of you taking control. I have to be in charge all the time in my life, and…”
“And you want to let go for a while,” I finished for her. “Yeah?”
Her eyes shone with certainty. “Yeah.”
I nodded once, brushing my thumb along her side in a slower pass than before, giving her space to breathe even though everything in me wanted to close it again. “Then we do this right,” I said. “You don’t give me half answers, and I don’t take more than you’re ready to give. That how you want it?”
“Please,” she begged. I fucking loved the idea that she wanted to feel something with me, to lose control and really lean into her feminine energy.
“I got you, mama. Now tell me,” I said, reaching behind her to unlock the balcony door and push it open. We moved together, her steps unsteady as I guided her backward, not giving her the chance to think too hard about anything except me. “How long since someone took care of this pussy, hm?”
The whimper that slipped from her lips was all the answer I needed, but then she said, “Too long.”
“That’s what I thought.”
The evening air was slightly cooler on my balcony, but it did nothing to soothe my heated skin.
“I’m going to take such good care of you.”
I set her down on my Adirondack chair. Her skin was flushed, turning a deeper shade of pink with every inhale of her chest. It made it hard to think about anything except the fact that she was right here, open for me, letting me this close without hesitation.
My thumbs pressed in over the denim of her jeans, testing, feeling the way she reacted, the subtle shift of her legs as they parted a fraction more and her hips rolled forward.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my gaze dragging over her like I didn’t know where to land first, like every part of her had my attention, and none of it felt like enough. “All worked up for me. You need me to lick you, baby?”
“Y-Yes,” she panted.
“Hm, I can do that. What if I wanna fuck you with my tongue and my fingers? Suck you until you’re screaming? Am I allowed to do that?”
Her fingers dug into the arms of the chair as I reached to unbutton her jeans. “God, please, Jake.”
My fingers gripped the zipper, and I pulled it down slowly, relishing the way her breath hitched with every notch.
The sliver of pink lace peeked out, winking at me, tempting me, making my mouth water.
She lifted her hips, letting me pull down the material.
My dick pushed against my own pants, pulsing at the sight of her.
“Fuck,” I breathed. Muscled thighs were right there, their thickness showing all the hard work she’d been putting in.
There were some silvered lines on her stomach pointing straight down to her panties.
I wanted to lick every single one and thank all the goddesses while I did.
“You’re…I have no fucking words to describe what a goddamn masterpiece you are. ”
“I don’t thi—”
I raised my hand and tapped it against her lace-clad pussy, just once. The yelp that carried to me was as sweet as I’d hoped it would be. “Don’t talk badly about this body. I won’t allow it, not when all I can think of is tasting every single inch and painting you in my cum.”
Her head fell back and her legs widened. “Okay, you got me. I give up. Just please make me feel good.”
My fingers hooked into her underwear, and I dragged them all the way down, baring her perfect pink pussy. “With fucking pleasure.”