Chapter 20 #2
He grunted at the sound of my gasp, easing that finger back and forth until one became two and wet became drenched, and eventually he muttered, “I can’t wait any longer,” and buried his mouth in my pussy.
I fisted his hair, needing some kind of anchor while he licked up the length of me and circled my clit, and I floated into this frenzied new-found sensation.
I’d used every toy imaginable on myself, learned all the right speeds and pressures, and what was too much and not enough. But I’d never felt this… This was pure sex… filthy and primal and glorious, and I wanted more.
“Look at you trying to fuck my face,” Jake breathed out.
I forced him back down, too aroused by the electric sight of his mouth all wet. He flashed me a shiny, delighted grin, and got straight back to work in making me lose my mind.
My back bowed at the hot, sharp suck of my clit, the way he battered it with his tongue. My legs trembled. All the while Jake moaned, seeming to take delight in my complete lack of physical control.
I was at his mercy, and he was never gonna let me forget it.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
I gave a frantic nod and a garbled moan, and thrust against his face, shoving his mouth deeper.
Everything was throbbing and wet, and I didn’t know what to do with myself, didn’t know how to stop from simply flying away.
“Give in to it,” Jake said, as if he could read my mind, and shoved two fingers inside me.
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you fucking can,” he bit out before latching on my clit.
I rocked and writhed, pulling his hair, fisting at his t-shirt, palming the tight cords of his neck, everywhere my hands could reach while he ate me out with renewed purpose and moaned like I was the greatest thing he’d ever tasted.
My breath was nothing but short, sharp pants as he fucked me with his fingers and tongue, and I spiralled to the finish line, and only soared across it when Jake suctioned his lips around my clit and sucked. Hard.
My muscles clenched as I trembled and shuddered and came all over him, losing myself to the shivery bliss of orgasm.
Time slowed as I came back to myself, jerking at the sensitivity as Jake rubbed my pussy, spreading my labia to get a good look at me.
“Fuck, you’re still pulsing,” he whispered, circling my clenching entrance with his thumb. “You’re incredible.”
I floated down from the high slowly, and wasn’t sure when Jake lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bedroom.
I wobbled as he set me on my feet and swept my top over my head, and adrenaline rose all over again at the newness of this moment between us, the line about to be crossed, as if we hadn’t already.
Somehow, I stood there and let Jake get his fill of me, fully naked for the first time. It was exhilarating—life changing—to not have to fight the urge to cover my breasts, or shield the little pouch of loose skin on my belly from his hungry, awe-struck eyes.
He wants me and likes what he sees.
It gave me the courage to step closer and slowly lift his t-shirt over his head, drawing out a mutual laugh when I was too short to finish.
Jake whipped it off and threw it to the floor.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked.
“No.” I reached for him in case he backed away, palming his solid flank and the muscled dips I’d dreamed about for months. “Don’t stop.”
He cupped my face, smoothing my hair out of the way. He had to duck with our height difference, and I rose on tiptoes for a kiss that could make toes curl. He nuzzled my nose and dotted my cheeks with kisses, and it was all so achingly lovely I wanted to cry.
“Let me go grab a condom real quick.”
My insides swooped because this was real and this was happening. He left the room to my eager nod, returning barely thirty seconds later clutching a strip of condoms and breathing heavily like he’d raced there and back.
“How do you want me?” I asked.
Jake muttered something under his breath. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?”
“I hope not, at least, not until after I’ve had my way with you.”
“Ellie,” he huffed through a laugh. “Get on the bed.”
I shook my head again and sank to the floor.
“What…”
I was the perfect height like this, my face in line with the enormous cock tenting Jake’s joggers. I held his wide-eyed gaze and tugged at the material, letting his shaft bob free and bounce against his stomach.
Oh.
My.
God.
He’s gonna split me in two.
I wasn’t sure how that would ever fit inside me—long and thick and slightly curved, the head almost purple and leaking pre-cum, but it felt inevitable to try, to lean forward and give that tip one little lick.
“Ellie, fuck!”
His muscles tensed as I steadied myself on his thighs and gave the head of his cock a good suck this time, getting him all wet.
“Show me what you like,” I told him with another greedy suck and lick.
Jake groaned through gritted teeth, pulling out of me with a pop to drag his fist down his length and back again.
“Open for me.” He smeared the tip against my lips and slid his cock into my waiting mouth.
I clutched at him for a second, unsure what to do first. I’d watched porn before and read books and magazines, but nothing prepared me for the sensation of Jake’s thick cock practically unhinging my jaw.
As if he could sense it, Jake palmed my jawline, brushing his thumb against the tension of holding my mouth wide.
“Look at you,” he murmured, “mouth stuffed with my cock.”
I clenched around nothing, letting slip an eager whine. I pulled off to take a much-needed breath before running my tongue up the underside of his length and swallowing it down now that I was more prepared for the sensation.
Jake almost choked as I bobbed my mouth up and down his cock. He gathered my hair in one fist, giving himself a better view, and sank into the pleasure as I licked and sucked and swallowed.
“Fuck, you’re making me so hard. Are you wet for me?”
I nodded, mouth full, exhilarated by the power despite being down on my knees. This was everything I had been missing, and I felt greedy for more.
Jake eased his glorious cock out of my mouth.
“But I was just—”
“No more,” he said. “Get on the bed. I mean it this time.”
I swiped at my swollen mouth, feeling used in the best way, and climbed onto the bed, sinking against the pillows.
Jake rolled a condom down his length and my nerves flared at the sight of it, the explicit act somehow making it all the more real. He caged over me, staring at me like he was trying to see beneath my skin.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
He dipped forward, dragging his tongue down my neck, peppering kisses across my chest and sucking on my nipples until they were pinked and pebbled.
“Are you ready for me?”
“I’m ready, Jake. I want this.”
“For tonight?” he double-checked, holding himself above me.
For forever.
But I didn’t say that. I would never.
“For tonight,” I agreed before pulling him down for another kiss.
We moaned into each other’s mouths, kissing and touching until I was a map of everywhere his hands had been. At some point he tore away with a moan, and probed for my clit again, making sure I was wet enough to take him.
Then, oh my god, then he placed the blunt head of his cock at my entrance and asked, “Okay?”
Nerves swept over me. I was about to have a man inside me for the first time in five years, and there was a time I never thought that would happen.
I peered at Jake above me—his dark, dirty blonde hair flopping around his face, the angular lines of his stubbled jaw, the blue eyes I’d never found a word to describe other than piercing—and inhaled a deep breath, letting all the anxiety leave me on release.
“Yes, Jake,” I whispered, cupping his cheek. “Yes.”
His eyes shuttered as he slid inside.
Inch by slow wet inch, my pussy swallowed the hard length of his cock, and I held myself tense at the twinge of discomfort.
It was a lot.
Too much.
Everything.
We both groaned once he’d bottomed out, holding still at the sensation, the absolute fullness of me fastened around his cock for the first time.
Jake watched me, taking my eager nod as consent to withdraw and sink back slowly. His hips rolled in little bursts. One slow thrust after another, over and over, coaxing me open until I cupped his ass, desperate for more.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and that was it.
Holding my hips, his gaze turned feral as I writhed beneath him, scrambling for purchase on his shoulders, clinging on for the ride as he powered into me with a pace verging on absolute fury.
I could barely catch my breath as he fucked me, and for the first time in forever all the chaos quietened in my brain. A strange feeling to not be followed by so many thoughts and fears and feelings, and I drifted away in the mindless bliss of it all.
“Yes,” I whined, gripping his biceps now. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” Jake was breathless. “That does it for you?”
“You do it for me,” I said before I even had time to think twice or be embarrassed about it.
“Fuck, that’s—I feel the same, Ellie. These tits and this mouth.” He reached for every body part mentioned, like a list he checked off with each teasing touch. “This ass.”
He shoved one hand under me, squeezing and grabbing my ass for leverage, and somehow punched into me even deeper, our hips meeting in great big smacks, filling my pussy with pure, liquid heat.
“I need you to come on my cock,” Jake begged. “Let me feel that.”
He slammed into me with a series of grunts and groans, thumbing my clit with rhythmless swipes that hit and missed with every thrust. It was messy and imperfect but somehow the most perfect thing that had ever happened to me.
I lifted my hips to meet his, seeking that blissful friction, and Jake threw his head back with a roar, jerking against me as I contracted around him, and we pulsed and shuddered together in mutual release.
He slumped over me for a moment and I swept a hand down his back, slightly damp with sweat. The firm breadth of his shoulders, all that strength over me and inside me, had me clenching around him all over again.
“Fuck, Ellie, I can feel that.”
I giggled, feeling silly and wonderful and not at all embarrassed yet.
Jake eventually pulled out, tied off the condom and tossed it in the bin.
A mini flutter of nerves kicked up in my chest at what happened next—where do we go from here?—but all that died down the moment he climbed back on the bed, scooped me up and sat me on his lap with such speed my head spun.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless.
It was dark, but there was no missing that cheeky grin. “You didn’t think the night was over, did you?”
I gasped in delight as Jake palmed my breast with one hand and my cheek in the other, and sealed his mouth to mine.