Track 20 #2
He palms the back of my neck and pulls me up to him, grinding himself harder against me. I moan unwillingly.
“Say. It,” he repeats, his mouth centimeters from mine. His hand grips my neck, forcing the space between our lips to remain until I surrender. His eyes are locked on my mouth, waiting for the words to fall out of it, tortuously watching me as I struggle not to submit to everything he knows I want.
His eyes snap to mine, the centers eclipsing the earthy tones around them. The fervent hunger in them collapses what little walls I have left.
“Everything,” I breathe with urgency, the clank of his belt already sounding as I pull it free. “I want you. I want it all.”
He growls, low and satisfied, and scoops me off the counter effortlessly, his mouth locked on mine as he carries me to my room.
He lays me down on my bed with a bounce, peeling my jeans off with ease. I sit up, reaching for the fly of his and pull them down swiftly before I take him into my hands. His hands tangle into the back of my hair, and he reaches for my neck, bringing our tongues together in hungry laps.
He guides me back again, peppering kisses down my body until he lands on his knees, his face between my legs.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says with a voice like gravel.
“Me, too,” I begin, but my breath is cut short when the warm flat of his tongue rides powerfully against me.
I cry out, overwhelmed by the wave of euphoria that immediately washes over me. I arch into him. My fingers tug at his hair as I moan and writhe with a pleasure I’ve never experienced. His deep, erotic grunt vibrates against me, and my limbs begin to numb.
My legs shake and every muscle in me tenses as the rush of my climax teeters on the edge.
I move to pull away, my body’s natural reaction when met with unfamiliar territory.
But Jake’s grip on me tightens, keeping me there against his mouth, forcing me to stay and be immersed in the ecstasy he’s offering.
His eyes meet mine, strong and telling. Trust me, they demand. And I do.
“Jake,” I cry, an erotic scream escaping my throat as the intoxicating rush explodes from deep within. My body quakes under Jake’s tongue as he continues to work me down from my high.
Then he kisses me softly, trailing wet kisses along my inner thigh and down to my ankle, taking my leg with him as he stands.
“See how good it can feel when you stop fighting me?”
I want to tell him yes, but I have no words.
I’m drunk, high, drugged by the mind-blowing full-body orgasm his mouth alone just gave me.
My body lays slack, and my eyes blink lazily as they watch him cherish me.
His dark, fervent eyes study my every move, absorbing the fruits of his labor with a satisfied grin.
My entire face heats with invigorating pleasure.
I’m higher than I’ve ever been, and I never want to come down.
His gritty voice lands like an electric surge in my veins as his hand begins to stroke me. “Do you want more?”
I nod. He slips a finger inside me as he brings his body closer, hovering just above me, the bare length of him falling against my center.
“Tell me, baby.” His lips brush against mine before he takes my bottom lip between his teeth. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything,” I nearly sing.
I palm his neck, pulling at his hair as I tug his lips down to mine, basking in the raw metallic taste of him mixed with me.
I arch my hips and reach down to bring him to my entrance.
He kisses me deeply, then pushes into me slowly, allowing me to acclimate to each inch before he gives me all of him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs when he settles deep inside of me, his forehead falling to mine with tightly closed eyes.
His arm wraps around my waist, holding me as he begins to thrust in a steady rhythm, each beat building in my core like a rocket counting down to blast off.
Just as I’m ready to let go again, he stops and stands, his large hands encapsulating my waist. He gazes at my body, a mix of awestruck and lust coating his eyes.
“So fucking perfect,” he rasps, sinking his full bottom lip beneath his teeth as he stands completely still, taking in everything about this moment. My head falls back in delight as I replay his words over and over in my mind. A broken record. A soundtrack I will play forever.
He thrusts again, his hands guiding me into his movements as they pick up speed.
“Tell me, Alana.” I writhe beneath him. His careful strokes building deep inside my abdomen. “Tell me if this is what you want.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He brings his thumb to the center of my core as his body comes down over mine.
“And this?” he asks darkly, pounding into me.
“Yes,” I cry. I almost can’t take his rich voice gliding against my skin. His toned body hot against mine. It’s all too much.
He pushes up and wraps his hands around my thighs, gripping them as he rushes into me hard and fast, each thrust hitting the perfect spot. It’s punishment and forgiveness. Damnation and salvation.
I come completely undone beneath him, my body trembling, my voice hoarse from screaming his name.
He guides me back with a slowed momentum, falling on top of me and landing on his forearms. His breaths are heavy and near exhaustion.
My body is deliciously weak, every blink of my eyes long and weighted, but still on his. His lips find mine, and he kisses me gently, passionately, for what could be forever. Then he studies me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his fingers brushing my hairline softly. I nod, a slow, drunken smile covering my lips, my body spent because of him.
I let my head fall to the side, and he kisses the space beneath my ear, down my neck, up to my chin. His hands find mine, one by one, and he laces his fingers through them before bringing our tangled hands beside my head.
“I think we needed to get that out of our system,” he says with a smirk against my skin, and I giggle, nodding in agreement.
A few heartbeats pass, his eyes genuinely locked on mine as the playfulness fades to something deeper.
“But now, I want to make love to you,” he says.
The words are almost a whisper, soft and gentle, but heavy just the same.
He presses a kiss to my cheek, his lips moving to my ear.
“I want to show you the way you deserve to be loved. Cherished. Adored.” He kisses me again.
“Like the entire universe lives inside you.”
My throat gets tight, and the back of my eyes begin to sting until tears threaten to fall. I release a hand from under his and bring my palm to caress the side of his face. I don’t take my eyes off the earthy swirls in his as I slowly nod.
A million times, yes.
His lips come down on mine, and he kisses me wholly, lovingly, tenderly as he begins to move in a slow, passionate rhythm. The smoldering heat and burning need is replaced with soul-deep admiration. Devotion. The quiet connecting of two souls infinitely becoming one.
His hand moves to my head, cradling it as the other wraps around my back, pulling me flush against him.
My legs wrap around his trim waist, and my hands lock into his hair as his tongue laps against mine in slow passion-filled waves.
He swallows up the soft whimpers that escape from me as we move in unison, our bodies completely in sync.
Tension builds in my core, blossoming until it bursts into full bloom. Jake’s grip around me tightens, and he stops, a low grunt leaving him.
I break away from his kiss. “Stay,” I whisper, and the look in his eyes swells in my chest.
He brings his forehead to mine, his breath kissing my lips as he thrusts again and again. Our lips lock together then, and he pulses inside of me, his arms tightening around me.
He holds me there, our limbs completely entangled around each other.
He kisses me softly before he collapses beside me, our bodies exhausted and spent.
A sheen of sweat coats his hard chest and abdomen, glistening in the high moonlight. He’s beautiful. Flawless like a diamond.
His large hand frames my face, his eyes studying me as if he’s seeing me for the first time. I’m seeing myself for the first time, through the heart of Jake Cooper.
He pulls me into him, placing a soft kiss on my forehead, letting his limbs hang over me lazily.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers softly. “You’re everything.”
My throat constricts, but I swallow down the sensation and watch him in the soft light.
I would speak, but I’m completely lost in him, mesmerized by every beautiful angle. His blinks begin to slow, his body giving in, until he closes them altogether.
My thumb traces along his lower lip as his breaths fall into a peaceful pattern. I delicately trail my fingers up his cheek to the hood of his brow, now marked with cuts and bruises I practically placed there myself.
My mind floats within the quiet sea of my blissful submission, even while darker waves threaten to stir.
I let him in—this perfect, patient man—and now he’s hurt. He stepped into the fire willingly just so I wouldn’t burn alone.
It’s the purest love I’ve ever known from someone who was once a stranger. A sacrifice so unwarranted, so unexpected, so undeserved.
Being with him in this way was selfish, I know. But it felt so good. It’s the only selfish claim I’ve ever dared to make, and every cell in my body knows it was wrong.
But if I could claim just one more thing for myself, I’d choose to keep him. I’d choose to lose myself in his love again and again until the person I thought I was became a distant memory—someone I could finally forget.
I’d choose to love him more every day in a way that only I could, even though it would never be enough. Because that’s what he deserves. All of it. Everything. More.
More than the greatest love the world has known, this is the love I’ll give to you alone.
More than the simple words I’ve tried to say, I’ll only live to love you more each day.
More than you ever know, my arms long to hold you so.
My life will be in your keeping. Walking, sleeping, laughing, weeping.
Longer than always is a long, long time, but longer than forever, you’ll be mine. I know I’ve never lived before, and my heart is very sure… No one else could love you more.