Chapter 37
The second the elevator doors close, he descends on me, crowding me against the wall.
“You’ve been driving me wild all fucking day,” he says into my neck.
“You’ve been driving me wild for sixteen years.
” Once again, I’m left cursing the slow elevator as he grinds his hips into mine, desire setting my skin ablaze.
A ding breaks us apart, and he leaps back half a second before the elevator doors open.
“Jaaaaaay!” One of his teammates spreads his arms in surprise. Clearly, some of them also stayed in town during the break for the Trot. “Our hardworking, fearless leader. What’s up, man?”
“We were going to the rooftop bar,” Neil explains as he steps through the doors. “Mari. Congratulations. That was a great fight.”
“Thanks, Neil.” I hope I don’t look as out of breath and disheveled as I feel or as Jacob looks. Maybe they won’t notice. They make chitchat with Jacob, and as we reach my floor, I slide past them out of the elevator.
Maybe this was for the best. Saved by the elevator bell. Cockblocked by destiny.
I slump against my door as I close it behind me. Fatigue and disappointment drag me down. How am I going to make it through tomorrow if I’m this exhausted? I can’t believe I let myself believe he would want me. I can’t believe I let myself want him. I—
“Mari?” a voice calls on the other side of the door, accompanied by a gentle knock that vibrates through the wood and into my body.
“Jacob,” I breathe as I fling the door open and pull him through the door by the front of his shirt, every earlier thought erased as his lips touch mine. He’s hot and desperate on me, grabbing at my clothes, helping me shove off my cardigan before we start on his hoodie.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles against my skin. “I wanted to throw them off.” His hands grab the flesh of my belly lightly. “Did you wear this tiny shirt to tempt me?”
“My crop top? No, I was wearing it to tempt Tom from Blade Roller.” I laugh into his mouth as he growls.
My laughter is intensified by my desperate attempts to yank his shirt up.
It’s clumsy and frantic but so, so hot. He smells mouthwateringly good.
If I don’t get my hands on his skin in the next five seconds, I think my head will explode.
He breaks the kiss to shuck his shirt in one smooth movement.
I run my hand across the tight planes of his stomach as he leans back over me. “Jacob?”
“Yeah?” he says, trying to remove my shirt, too.
“Where do you even find the time to work out? You are so busy.”
“You paying attention to me when I’m not looking, Mari?
” he teases. I’m sure my blush is telling the answer to that.
“Night owl,” he explains. He pulls me towards the bed by the waistband of my jeans as I pull my shirt over my head.
The front clasp on my sheer bralette is open in an instant, dropping to the floor.
His hands roam over me, exploring the curves of my stomach, the softness around my ribs, before one settles on palming a heavy, round breast. Awe is plastered across his panting face.
“You’re so fucking soft.” He pinches my hard nipple, and our mouths open in twin surprise as I gasp.
“Are you planning to do something with that observation?” I try to tease, but it comes out too breathy to land with much force.
“Many things. Many, many things.” He falls to his knees at my feet, hands skimming over me.
“Sit,” he says. My brain, short-circuiting at the sight of him on his knees, complies wordlessly.
I’m not normally one to be told what to do, but I’m so lost around him, so overwhelmed, that I welcome the direction.
He unties each sneaker, pulling them off carefully, along with my socks.
He pops the button and pulls the zipper on my jeans, sliding the black denim down my body as I lean back on my elbows.
My thighs, knees, and calves are peppered with kisses.
“So perfect.” He nuzzles my thigh, ticklish stubble making molten metal pool in my core. “Let me, Mari.”
“Let you what?” I pant. I’m fuzzy, warm, and at his mercy.
“Worship you,” he says, pressing a hot kiss to the wet fabric between my thighs.
My eyes flutter with the pressure on my needy center.
“Take care of you.” He licks a stripe over the fabric, teasing my clit through the material.
“Give you everything you deserve.” He looks up through his thick lashes, half-lidded eyes hazy with lust, waiting for me.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says as he moves the fabric to the side. “You don’t need to beg.” He kisses the bare flesh of my pussy. “I’m the one on my knees.”
Sparks explode in my vision as his tongue dances over me, and his lips close around my clit with gentle suction.
He is attentive and intense, alternating between circling and sucking.
He listens to every hitch of my breath, every tiny whimper, chasing the perfect movements to drive me wild until my thighs are shaking.
Only then does he dip his long, skilled fingers into my drenched center.
First one, then two, then three, as I keen his name.
“So fucking perfect for me,” he moans into me.
“You taste like heaven. I’ll do this every free moment of my day if you let me.
” He crooks his fingers inside me, and I’m on the precipice.
“Please.” His words are a prayer. “Cum for me, sweetheart.” My orgasm explodes, squirting over his fingers as I shake apart beneath him.
He groans in approval, like he’s the one seeing stars instead of me.
“That’s it, so good for me. So incredible.
” I’m falling, falling, falling into those deep gray eyes.
Sucked into the black hole of his reverent attention on me.
He winds down his movements with the waning of my orgasm.
His hand and chin are coated in me as he presses soft kisses over the dimpled flesh of my trembling thighs.
He slides up my body and kisses my breathless lips, desperate, hungry, and tasting of me. I want to lick every drop of myself off him. “Please tell me I can keep going,” he begs against my lips. He is a supplicant at the altar of our bodies, desperate to worship.
“Go where? I thought we were done.” I nip at his lip playfully.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says. “But I suppose if we’re done here.” He smirks and pulls away.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I tell him.
He’s back in an instant, kissing down my body again and peeling my destroyed panties down my legs before standing to remove his own pants. For once, we are on an equal playing field, bared to each other.
“I’m on birth control,” I say as I watch him stroke himself. It’s the most mesmerizing thing I’ve ever seen. His hand gliding up and down his long, thick shaft, a bead of pre-cum threatening to drip. I want to taste it. “And got tested after my last partner. Negative across the board.”
“As am I,” he says, moving closer to kiss me again.
He’s hard and leaking against my thigh, and I’ve never felt so fucking needy before.
I whimper into his mouth. “What’s the most comfortable position for you?
” I’m tempted to say this, so I don’t have to waste another second of this energy between us, but I want to enjoy this without having to stop when my hip cramps.
“On my stomach, from behind,” I tell him, and he moans into my mouth.
“How did I get so lucky?” he murmurs to himself like a prayer. He points to the mirror over the dresser. “Do you want to watch, sweetheart? I want to see how gorgeous you are while I make you cum on my cock.”
It takes all my focus to nod as my brain goes blank with desire.
Though my mind is usually stuck going a million miles a minute, I can’t seem to catch up around him.
Especially because this whole new side of Jacob is something I could have never imagined hiding under all those stony stares.
Who is he, what did he do with brooding Jacob, and how fast can I get his cock in me? I need it now.
I scramble up the bed, and he hands me one pillow for under my hips and belly and another for under my chest and arms. “Are you comfortable?” he asks as he kisses down my spine before nipping the curve of my ass. “Because I don’t know if I can keep my hands off you a second longer.”
“Then don’t.”
He chuckles, low and husky. My lids close as the bed dips behind me.
“Eyes open, darling.” He runs his dick through my slickness, my hips jumping back involuntarily to chase the zing of pleasure.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” One hand massages the flesh of my plush hip as the other guides him to my aching pussy.
My eyes flutter closed in anticipation. “I said eyes open, Mari. I want you to watch yourself get everything you desire.” I open them, and his heated gaze in the mirror makes me flush.
A guttural groan punctuates his slide home.
The air is knocked out of my lungs at the overwhelming sensation of him filling me so completely.
“It’s like we were made for each other,” he babbles, staring in awe at the place where our bodies join as he begins moving with a frantic pace.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” There will be bruises tomorrow where his fingers dig into my hips tonight.
I can’t wait to see them. “Look at you.” He wraps my ponytail around his fist, holding my sight steady on the mirror. “Look at us.”
The image in it makes me moan so loud I know people can hear it in the hall.
“Please, fuck Jacob. Please, please, please.” The words tumble from my mouth with incoherent need. He pulls me closer and fucks me harder. I don’t even have the room to roll my hips back into him. He holds me completely at his mercy.
“Anything,” he groans. “Fuck. You’re better than anything I could have dreamed of.
It’s like they made you in a lab to ruin me.
” There’s a retort on my tongue, but as he hikes my hips up to change the angle a bit, it’s lost in favor of a desperate whimper as I quiver around him, careening towards release.
“That’s it, darling. Cum on my cock. I’m right there with you. ”
In seconds, I’m shuddering around him as I sob my earth-shattering release into the pillow.
He chases his release frantically as my orgasm rolls through me.
With a shout, he floods me, hot and thick until I’m overflowing.
My orgasm crests again at the sensation and sight of his head tossed back in bliss.
He slumps over, kissing my sweat-slicked spine. “Holy fuck,” he pants.
“Holy fuck,” I agree.
He pulls back to admire his handiwork, fingers gliding through our mess, making me tremble.
“I could cum again right now looking at this sight.” His slick fingers circle my swollen, overstimulated clit.
He looks at my blissed-out, tear-streaked face in the mirror.
“Can you handle one more? I think you can.”
“Please,” I rasp, voice hoarse from my cries and need.
“I should be the one begging,” he says as his pressure grows firmer, his speed faster. “I don’t deserve to touch you like this.” His other hand traces around my opening before fucking me open with two fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart.” I cum over his fingers again, sobbing his name.
When the sparks behind my eyelids fade, I open them to the sight of him on the pillow beside me, his black waves curled with sweat and sticking to his forehead. It’s adorable.
“Holy shit,” he says, pulling me off my pillow perch and into his arms. He hugs me close to him, inhaling the scent of my hair. He presses a soft kiss on my shoulder. “That was ....” His astonished laugh tickles my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I laugh. Warm, sleepy euphoria coats us as we snuggle.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, hand skimming my side, stopping right above a spot where a bruise is already forming. He traces over its margins gently.
“No,” I confirm, and his exhaled relief tickles my ear. “I’ll be sore tomorrow, but it’s worth it.” He tenses slightly against my back. “Jacob, it’s okay. I get sore from sleeping weird. This is much, much preferred.”
He hums. “If you say so.” After a few quiet minutes, he moves away. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. You have a big day tomorrow. Don’t give me that look.”
I’m all giggles and aftershocks as he pulls me into the hot shower. He takes his time washing me, his languid pace a form of worship all over again. He rubs my stiff muscles loose under the warm spray before carefully toweling me off and leading me to bed.
“Stay,” I ask him softly.
“Anything you want,” he says, kissing my forehead. He slips under the covers behind me, wrapping his arms around me as sleep takes hold.