Chapter 24
ELLIE
The view from the London Eye was hazy in the heat, but no less impressive.
“You see that big clock there,” Jake said, lifting Noah higher in his arms, and pressing a finger to the glass. “It has a giant bell at the top and it’s called Big Ben.”
Noah clung to Jake’s neck, and his grip tightened as the capsule climbed higher and higher above the River Thames and the city below.
“Why?”
“Probably after the man who built it? I don’t know.” He tossed me a look that said a little help here, please?
“It’s pretty embarrassing that we’re born here and we don’t know why it’s called Big Ben.
” I leafed through the guidebook trying to find the answer.
“Oh, it says here it’s named after Sir Benjamin Hall, Chief Commissioner of Works at the time the bell was installed.
Well, I don’t know what that is, but it’s interesting. ”
“Is it?” Jake asked doubtfully.
“Yes. History is important. I didn’t know the bell was called Big Ben though. I thought it was the clock.”
“Damn, teaching has really gone downhill.”
“Shut up,” I said with a laugh.
When our capsule reached the top of the wheel a few minutes later, I crowded us closer to the glass and said, “Let’s take a selfie so we can remember this moment forever.”
Afterwards, we grabbed ice cream cones and headed to the Jubilee gardens overlooking the River Thames. It wouldn’t be long before Noah got bored or tired, so we both relished the chance to sit on the grass and watch the world go by. There was nothing better than London in the summer.
Noah smooshed his whole mouth into the scoop of vanilla ice cream until it was all over his cheeks and nose. He stretched out his tongue as far as it would go, desperate to not miss a single drip.
“I’m happy today,” he said. “I like it when it’s us.”
“You mean the three of us together?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
The hot weight of Jake’s gaze kissed the side of my face, compelling me to look at him.
We shared a smile above my son’s head, and tangled our fingers together behind him on the grass.
Our connection these days was an entwined, palpable thing, and I knew what Jake was going to say before he even said it.
“Me too.”
By the time I finished my nighttime skincare later that night, Jake was in the process of switching on the handful of fake pillar candles dotted around the bedroom. He wore a loose pair of navy checked pyjama bottoms and a sexy smile that stretched into his eyes the second I closed the door.
I’d longed to touch him all damn day, so I let my fingertips brush the skin above his waistband as I walked past. I wasn’t sure what unknown force came over me, but Jake stared at me with the kind of smouldering intensity I never thought I’d receive from anyone, let alone him.
Despite the impulse to jump into his arms, I carried on with my routine, keenly aware of Jake’s laser-hot gaze following me while I threw the decorative cushions on the floor, set my usual alarms, and rolled some strawberry chapstick across my lips.
All the while he watched me, waiting.
He traced the edge of the chest of drawers in the same way he traced my thighs the night before, a delicate teasing dance that meant he was up to no good and I was gonna love every second of just how bad he could be.
“I need something from you tonight,” he said, his voice an octave lower than normal, deep enough for lust to spark its way through me.
“What’s that?”
“I want to watch you.”
“Watch me,” I trailed off, not quite following, too lost to the overwhelmingness of his presence. He wasn’t anywhere near me, yet the air shifted and my body warmed as if he was right by my side.
“Touch yourself,” he explained. “With your hands, but preferably with your toys.” He groaned, reaching down to cup himself. “Been thinking about you and your toys for months now.”
“Really?”
“Are you kidding me? Finding out you had a whole fucking drawer of sex toys? Imagining you sinking down on those cocks while I was across the hall? You almost broke me. I’ve been sweating.”
I grinned. At the time, I didn’t think I’d ever get over the embarrassment of Jake waving my vibrator in the air, but now I was glad for the secret only we shared.
“Tell me what you thought about.”
His eyes flared with heat, and maybe a bit of surprise. “You want to know?”
I liked surprising him.
“More than anything.”
“Fuck. Take off your clothes.”
“Tell me what you thought about, and I’ll take off an item of clothing.”
His brow lifted a fraction. “We’re bargaining now?”
“I guess so.”
“I’ve created a monster, and I’m not even remotely sorry about it.”
He swept me up, and I barely had a second to laugh before he’d settled me on the bed, shoving several pillows behind my back.
He stole a quick kiss, then yanked open my top drawer and gathered the bottle of lube and a small army of toys I couldn’t possibly use in one single session.
The purple vibrator with the wavy shaft.
The realistic flesh-toned six-inch dildo.
The rechargeable velvet black thrusting Rabbit. The small, shiny silver bullet.
“Tell me,” I said once he set them on the bed, my voice a savage demand. “Tell me what you thought about.”
The ragged noise sounded like it was wrenched from the pit of his chest. “I thought about you teasing yourself with the vibrator first, getting your cunt nice and wet so you could take something bigger.”
He knows me so well.
I popped the row of buttons on my pyjama top and let the silk slide over my shoulders. “What else?”
I cupped my breasts as if magically directed by the hungry heat in his gaze, and pinched one nipple until I shivered.
His jaw clenched.
“Sometimes I pictured you naked, and other times you were still clothed and desperate, sliding a hand into your jeans and rubbing your clit until you came.”
I had done that.
Everything inside me throbbed, remembering.
Anticipating.
I toyed with the strings on my pyjama bottoms, and Jake followed my every move. The lift of my hips as I slid them over my ass. The shuffle of material down my thighs. The sharp kick to loosen them from my feet.
Wearing nothing but a laced lilac thong, I sank against the pillows and let my legs tip side to side. “What else?”
His throat convulsed as he climbed on the bed, and there was something worshipful about the way he crawled to me.
“I thought about you on your knees. How you’d need a bit of leverage so you gripped that headboard and sank down on one of those cocks.”
My pussy throbbed and gushed, and the lace of my thong clung to my labia as I peeled them off. The material rolled and twisted in my haste.
Jake groaned and spread my thighs.
“Maybe you didn’t need a toy,” he said, even though there was no more clothing to remove and nothing to bargain for. “Maybe you straddled a rolled up a pillow and rode it until you made the material all wet with yourself.”
I stole a breath at the image he painted. I hadn’t done that with a pillow for years, probably not since I was a teenager discovering my body for the first time, but I really wanted to now.
“And then, then you’d be wet enough to take the big one, wouldn’t you?” Jake gave one of my puckered nipples a sharp, greedy pinch, and my back arched.
“You’d be drenched, almost running down the inside of your thighs, and everything would be tender and swollen, but you’d be so worked up it slid right in, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said, breathless now, nodding needlessly, like I’d lost all control of my senses. “Yes.”
Jake rolled his head back with a needy groan. “Touch yourself. Fingers first. Dip them inside. Feel how wet you are for me.”
I teased my entrance as told, gasping as I gathered up all the slick. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yes.” He lifted one of my legs over his own and pushed against the opposite knee until I was splayed wider, giving himself a front-row seat to my pussy. “Now drag all that wet up to your clit and circle it slowly.”
The wet noise was obscene as I followed his directions, and Jake’s chest heaved. I couldn’t believe this was my life right now—spread wide and on full display, masturbating for my… Whatever he was now, I trembled at the all-consuming thought of it.
“That’s it,” Jake muttered feverishly. “Tell me how it feels.”
“I feel swollen and warm. Slippery.”
He squeezed his cock tenting his pyjamas and bit out a ragged curse before seizing the flesh-coloured realistic dildo. “I don’t know why, but I need to see this slide into your cunt.”
Oh my god.
My pussy pulsed.
“Okay,” I said, breathless with excitement.
“Are you ready, hmm?” He drizzled lube all over the head and spread it down the shaft. “Are you ready for this cock?”
“So ready.”
He stroked me with the hard head of the dildo, spreading the mix of lube and my own wetness. I fisted the sheets and clenched around nothing when he nudged my clit too.
“Jake, stop teasing.”
His grin turned wicked. “But that’s the best part.”
I gave a needy, impatient whine in response.
“And it’s your lesson for today,” he added.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“Endurance.”
I tensed the moment he placed the dildo at my entrance, and then again when he slowly eased it inside. He was ravenous as he watched the way my pussy parted around the cock, and I knew he would make me take every solid inch.
“That is so fucking hot,” he gritted out. “Do you like that?”
I nodded, trembling, and surrendered to the feel of him splitting me open and stuffing me whole.
He took me like this for a while, slow, shallow thrusts while I got used to stretch. He squeezed my breast, rolled my nipple until I whined, and circled my clit with his thumb. Every touch a symphony of sensation.
A fresh burst of wet coated the cock inside me, sucking the length in another inch, and Jake growled and thrust it harder, forcing it deeper every time.
I shifted, moving against the pillows, rocking my head this way and that, losing myself to the pleasure.
He moaned at the sound of his name, and shoved down his pyjamas just enough to pull out his cock. He fisted the shaft, jerking it almost frantically as he pummelled the dildo in and out of my pussy with a vigour that snatched my breath.
It was too much seeing him like this, so out of his mind for me he had to take himself in hand, and I grabbed for the mini silver bullet, pressing the speedy vibrations right against my clit.
“Is that what you need?” Jake muttered as I jerked at the overwhelming fullness between my thighs.
I was close, so close, ready to soar.
“Harder,” I said roughly. “Fuck me harder.”
“That’s it. Gonna fuck this tight, little cunt.”
He stretched me over and over while he squeezed and stroked his cock, and I clawed at the sheets and convulsed around the hard, unrelenting shaft inside me, endurance be damned.
My toes curled and my back arched and Jake moaned, muttering out things I couldn’t understand except the sound of desperation.
I gushed over his hand as soon as he removed the dildo. The sight drove him over the edge, and he jerked himself to release, shooting cum all over my mound and lower belly, pulse after greedy pulse.
He slumped beside me in the aftermath, and we laid there for a long while, sweaty and trying to catch our breath.
“Well…” I panted. “That was intense.”
“Was it too much?” Jake asked, riveted by the cum cooling on my skin.
“No, it was everything.”