30. Chapter 30
Seren
So it turns out, I had an exhibitionist kink, a control kink, and a Jake kink. Cool. Loved that for me. In my defense—well, actually there wasn’t any—I wanted to be here. I was willing and oh so desperate for him.
I was surely having some kind of sexual awakening, something I never felt safe enough to ask for until now. Jake somehow read thoughts I’d kept inside forever, giving me things I never let myself want until him.
His mouth started at my inner calf, kissing a hot, wet trail upward until he reached my sex.
He parted me, licking with a long, deep hum that vibrated across my clit.
My body felt electric knowing we weren’t hidden, that anyone could step out or look up or catch even a glimpse of what he was doing to me on this balcony, sending heat rushing through me in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with how much I liked it.
I tipped my head back, dragging in air that didn’t feel like enough. “Oh god, oh god,” I panted as his hands moved my legs to rest on his shoulders. He went deeper, spreading me wider, leaving me open in a way that made my pulse throb between my legs.
He groaned, then speared his tongue inside me, my eyes rolled to heaven before he popped off with a sloppy sound that bucked my hips upward off the chair.
“Normally, I’d want your eyes on me,” he said, his grin turning wicked.
“But right now, I want you to get off knowing that I’m fulfilling one of your fantasies.
” His gaze dragged over me, equal parts admiration and temptation.
“So go ahead, baby, lose your pretty little mind for me while I fuck you with my tongue out in the open.”
I couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping, my hands gripping tighter, my body giving him everything without hesitation.
My body raced toward something I wasn’t going to be able to slow, not when he had me like this, not when the air felt too thin and the world felt too close.
No one had ever fulfilled this desire, and every single part of me felt alive.
The open space. The risk. Every sound louder, every breath dragged from my lungs like it might carry further than it should. Anyone could hear us, and I loved the thrill of it. My awareness stretched beyond just us, flickering outward, and instead of pulling me back, it drove me straight into him.
I bit down on my lip, failing to hold anything in, chasing the pleasure he was giving me.
“Jake—” His name broke from my chest, uneven, my head falling back again as the chair creaked beneath me.
He rose up, mouth glistening with my arousal. My lizard brain claimed him instantly.
“How far can I push you, Seren?” He licked his lips, humming in satisfaction before standing, leaving me bereft and untamed before him.
The wind caught the wetness smeared all over my pussy and thighs, and I reacted with a hiss.
“Because I want you to scream, want you to drip for me, all the while knowing that every time you trust me with another piece of yourself, I want you more.”
A broken sound fell from my mouth. “Oh my god, are you even allowed to be this dirty? I don’t think it’s legal.”
The rumble of laughter was devious. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I almost shouted. “God, no.” I was overwhelmed in the best possible way.
He dove back in, pressing feather-light kisses to my thighs. “What if I do this?” He inserted a finger, curling it just right, and I jolted. “Hmm, yeah, that’s good, isn’t it?”
“So good,” I groaned, my nails digging into the chair.
“What if I did this too?” He leaned in and licked from where his finger was all the way to my pulsing clit, swirling around in circles. Goosebumps shot to the surface of my skin, and I desperately wanted out of all my clothes, but I was also a boneless mess because holy shit.
“Tell me, baby, shout about how good I’m making you feel right now.”
He added another finger and dipped his head again, sucking harder, and the sound that escaped me was completely involuntary, loud and obnoxious. Had I ever made this much noise? Every single thought outside of him, me, us abandoned me.
“Jake, I’m so close,” I whimpered.
His head popped up again, and I almost cried at the loss of him.
“I’m not ready for you to come yet,” he said, the thread of vulnerability in his voice making me pause, but I was too transfixed on the way he reached backward and pulled his shirt over his head with ease.
I swallowed harshly, watching as he unbuttoned his pants and roughly pulled out his thick length, twisting his hand over the leaking tip.
My gaze got completely stuck on him, all of him too much at once—his broad chest, the scattering of hair pointing downward, the flex of muscle as he moved, each stroke more than the last. The way his body held tension, but really, he was barely keeping himself in check.
My mouth salivated at the sight of his thick, heavy cock between his fingers.
Heat flooded through me, my thighs trying and failing to press together.
“Jesus,” I whispered at the sight of him.
His mouth curved slowly, that knowing smirk settling in like he’d just witnessed exactly what that did to me, I was sure he could see every thought flickering across my face before I even tried to hide it.
“Fuck,” he growled, “I need to taste you again.”
Before I could even process, he was moving, dropping back down, shoulders lowering as he settled between my legs again. He ate me like a starving man, possessed and hungry, messy and mannerless, and I wasn’t ashamed to beg for more.
“More, oh god, right there, yes, yes,” I cried. At some point, my dignity had packed a bag and left the building.
His right arm jolted against my leg, and when I looked down, I realized that he was touching himself, getting off to me, this…
Oh, fuck. My hand gripped his hair as that final crescendo hit me like an operatic high note.
He groaned, and I echoed the noise as he continued sucking and licking harder, hand moving faster beneath me, stroking over and over, and I was an exploding star.
My release pushed me into an abyss of euphoria I never wanted to recover from.
Slowly, he pulled back, my chest rose and fell unevenly as I blinked, trying to come back down to earth.
He lifted to his knees in front of me, shoulders moving with erratic breaths, his gaze fixed on my pussy, then traveling up my body again.
His hand came up to push my shirt upward until my lace bra was on display.
As though he needed to see more, his nostrils flared, so I took initiative and removed my shirt and bra, baring myself to him.
His hand wrapped harder around his cock, movements less controlled now, more driven, and when his eyes found mine, there were blue flames dancing there, lighting up his already bright irises.
“Tell me I can come all over you, baby,” he whimpered, squeezing the tip and flexing his jaw. “Tell me I can add to this fucking masterpiece beneath me.”
I opened my mouth to speak, looking down at the silver lines that littered the lower half of my stomach, but nothing came out. He thought I was a masterpiece? My hazy, desire-filled brain couldn’t comprehend that.
“I’m close, so you need to decide,” he panted, roughly getting faster.
Heat climbed my chest, but it wasn’t the same frantic, spiraling kind from before. This felt more connected, more powerful. “Yes, I want you to come all over me.”
His eyes searched mine, full of passion. Two more strokes and the last thread of restraint he’d been holding on to snapped loose, his cum painting my stomach in stripes that matched what was already there. “Oh baby, fuck yes,” he groaned, his hips chasing every pump.
The sound he made broke into something rougher, masculine and raw, and then he collapsed forward, hand slapping onto the chair sending vibrations through the plastic and into my body like an aftershock.
Watching him let go sent a rush of satisfaction through me that felt every bit as powerful as the desire still humming beneath my skin.
His breathing was ragged, his head falling onto one of my thighs.
My pulse kicked again at the sight of him, utterly stripped to his baser instincts, and I felt powerful in a way I never had before.
His calloused hand drifted slowly over my stomach, tracing the lines indented there from carrying my baby, combined with a part of him he willingly gave to me.
Those blue eyes were deeper as they lifted to mine, and I could fall into them so easily.
“Seren,” he said, voice steadier than his breathing, but not by much. “Are you—” He paused, jaw flexing like he was choosing his words instead of letting them fall out. “Are you on anything?”
My heart was resting on the wings of a hummingbird at what might happen next.
I nodded slowly, still catching my breath. “Yeah,” I breathed. “I am. I have an IUD.”
He held my gaze with so much intensity his pupils dilated.
“Good,” he growled with enough intensity that it hit my core with a rush. “Because I need to be inside you somehow. Or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
I watched his throat work on a swallow as he gathered more of his release.
My breath caught when his fingers brushed over my stomach, tracing the lines there like he’d memorized them already, before continuing higher, over the curve of my ribs, lingering just long enough to make my chest rise sharply beneath his burning touch.
When he reached my breasts, his focus remained fixed on the way my body responded, shivering at his every move, buds hardening.
“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling. Neither could I. This man was some kind of force I was helpless to resist.
And then, just as slowly, he dragged his touch back down again, retracing the path over my abdomen, leaving me hypersensitive in his wake as he moved where I needed him most.
The moment he lazily traced a pattern with his covered fingers over my clit, I jolted with renewed desire.
“Jake,” I cried out.
He fervently pushed inside with a grunt that trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, breathing hard as he watched with a hunger blazing in his eyes. As soon as he curled the fingers inside me, rubbing just a few times, I came again without warning.
My entire body shook with my release as I chanted his name over and over, like a prayer, and he worked me through it.
His eyebrows pulled tight, his jaw flexing as a low, guttural sound dragged from his chest.
After a few seconds, my body slowly loosened its grip on the high, breaths coming back in uneven pulls as everything settled in waves instead of crashing all at once.
“Fuck, Seren, you’re such a perfect woman.”
The words wrapped around me, grounding me more than the come-down ever could, and before I could even think to respond, Jake was moving—scooping me up into his arms and holding me close enough that I could hear his rapid heartbeat.
And I had the strangest thought; I wouldn’t mind falling asleep listening to that sound.