4. Jake
CHAPTER FOUR
jake
A fter following her to the bar, I ask for another whiskey, and she switches to water. I keep my chest close to her back, heat radiating between us. Her soft curls are now messy, but her floral scent lingers. “Look at you being responsible tonight. No one to drive your drunk ass home this time?”
“Fuck off, Jake,” she huffs, leaving her water and turning toward the house. I slip out of the tent behind her, following her in. My eyes are glued to the way her hips sway as she stomps inside. She spins on me when she gets to the bathroom door in the hall. “What is your problem?”
“There’s the fire. I thought you might have lost it completely.”
“What do you want from me? Everything I say and do makes you mad. Go away.”
Her hair looks soft in this light, so I twirl one curl around my finger before tugging on it. She sucks in a sharp breath, going still. I bet she wouldn’t be an empty fuck. She would make me feel a rainbow of feelings, and with loneliness at the forefront of my mind, I need that. I crave it.
“I want a lot of things from you, Whiskey. Mostly to take you into that bathroom and see what you have on under that dress. Want to proposition me again? I might go for it this time.” With the back of my middle finger, I caress her jaw down to her chin and use the pad of my thumb to smear the lipstick on her plump bottom lip.
My dick twitches in my slacks at the thought of those pouty pink lips wrapped around me.
Her breath is shallow, pupils blown wide as she lets me touch her freely.
“What the hell are you talking about? I never propositioned you.” Her voice is weak, with her eyes searching mine, but she still doesn’t make a move to step away from me.
Using my free hand, I grip her thigh at the hem of her dress and take a step closer, crowding her against the wall. “Yes, you did. At Lily’s party.” Leaning in, I run my nose up her neck to her ear where the floral scent is stronger, wrapping tight around me.
“I was talking about your woodworking. That wasn’t a proposition.” I don’t have time to let that confession sink in because she spreads her legs slightly and pushes her soft tits against my chest. “But this is.”
I bite back a groan as she slides the hem of her dress up, exposing her lace panties. “Will I find you wet for me?”
Goosebumps erupt in the wake of my hand caressing the length of her arm. She still hasn’t moved, but a small whimper leaves her lips when I clasp my fingers around hers. “Say yes.” I need the confirmation, clear consent to act out every dirty thought racing through my brain.
I don’t know what it is about this woman that gets me going. Why, out of all the beautiful women, she crawled under my skin after one meeting. I’ll keep pushing as long as this feeling keeps buzzing through my veins.
Bright eyes meet mine, and she bites down on her bottom lip. “Yes.”
Squatting, I wrap my arms around her thighs, carry her into the bathroom, and kick the door shut behind me. Her ass hits the countertop, and I lean over to flip the lock. Amber’s gaze bores into mine—the fire I was looking for blazing bright.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers, and a flush travels up her chest, tinting her cheeks pink.
I don’t know if she means fucking in a bathroom, or with a guy she doesn’t really know, but I don’t care.
I’ll take care of her. My mouth descends onto hers as I nudge her thighs apart, stepping between them.
Her ass fits perfectly in my large palms, and I drag her closer, lining her up with my aching cock.
Fuuuck, she feels so good against me. Small hands reach around my neck, curling into the hair there.
Her silky dress is bunched around her thighs, and it’s taking every ounce of strength not to rip it off her.
I squeeze the cheeks of her ass tighter, trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck.
Her body vibrates against me, a nervous energy radiating from her.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” I grunt against her smooth skin.
“Please don’t stop.” Her shaky voice bleeds into the surrounding silence.
My eyes meet hers, but the fear in her gaze is far outweighed by lust. Picking her up off the counter, I slide her down my body until she’s standing against me.
Our chests brush with each heavy breath as my fingers find the zipper on the back of her dress and pull it down.
The dress slinks to the floor, leaving her in a pale-blue lace bra-and-panty set.
My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her, and suddenly, I don’t care about her sucking my dick.
I want to lick and suck every inch of her.
There’s no way Amber doesn’t work out as much as I do, with her feminine curves blending gracefully into planes of muscle.
“Stunning,” I murmur, my tattooed forearms flexing as I unclasp her bra and reveal more of her perfect, smooth skin.
The striking black ink against her pale complexion takes my breath away.
My gaze stays on the mirror while I slide her panties down her thick thighs, exposing each tantalizing inch of skin .
When the panties join her dress and bra on the floor, I step back, taking her in.
Amber’s body is perfection, every part more enticing than the last. Her chest heaves with heavy breaths, her tits sitting like perfect teardrops, tight nipples begging to be sucked.
My gaze lands on the apex of her thighs, and with her need glistening in the light, a deep groan rumbles my chest.
“Fuck, Amber, you look like the perfect little toy to play with.” I lift her onto the counter again, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt as her lips meet mine in a fiery kiss. “That’s what you wanted from me, right? A little plaything to get you off?”
With my shirt joining the growing pile of clothes, I kneel, placing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of her thigh.
The whimper escaping her has pride flowing through me as I continue my way north.
Her hands grip the edge of the counter, keeping her from bucking against me, and her shoulders rest against the mirror, and God, what a sight it is.
The first lick to her sweet swollen lips threatens to tip me over the edge. My cock throbs painfully beneath my zipper when her sweet and tangy taste hits my tongue. Using my thumbs, I spread her open to lick deeper from slit to clit, then circle the small bud.
“Jake,” Amber moans, and one hand spears into my hair, gripping like her life depends on it. I like the way my name sounds spilling from her lips.
I do that again, delving deep into her wet pussy, tongue-fucking it the way my cock will in a matter of minutes. “Fuck, fuck, Jake, I’ve never … Oh, god,” she pants, and I continue my onslaught.
A guy’s never gone down on her? Assholes are missing out on the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.
I add one finger, focusing my tongue on her clit.
She’s so damn tight with only one finger, but I have big hands.
Working her gently, I sink the finger in and out of her until she’s mewling on the counter, then slowly add a second.
She will need to take a lot more than that before she’s ready for me.
The second finger gets worked in, and she clenches around me just as tight. My tongue circles her clit, and I unzip my pants, freeing my erection. It’s painful, begging to be buried in her hot pussy.
I meet Amber’s gaze as she looks down at me, and her eyes flutter shut. “You need to take one more finger. One more, then you can come and earn my cock.”
A shiver racks through her, so I latch my mouth back over her clit and suck, with a third finger working into her. I keep my movements slow, stretching her around my fingers, and her slick arousal slides down my palm. Her pussy grips me as I stroke in a come-here motion, so I know she’s close.
I double my efforts, circling her clit with my tongue again, and her nails dig into my scalp. “Jake, I’m coming, Jakeeee,” her hoarse voice moans out, and her body tightens around me. Drawing my fingers from her, I lap up every drop of her release.
I’ve never been so close to coming in my boxers, but hell, I could at the sight of her coming undone for me—head thrown back against the mirror, legs spread wide on the counter, her high heels digging into my shoulders.
She’s slumped against the mirror, with sex hair and panting for breath, so I pull a condom from the wallet in my back pocket and tear it open with my teeth before slipping it on. Leaving my boxers and pants around my thighs, I gaze into her eyes, notching myself at her entrance.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth hangs open. “You’re too big. I can’t.”
My large hand wraps in her hair, angling her head to look up at me. “You can take it,” I grunt out, pushing the head inside.
Her eyes screw shut, and my head falls back because damn , she’s so tight. Amber’s body stiffens around me, so I put my thumb to her sensitive clit and swirl circles over it, coaxing her to relax.
“I’ll take care of you. Relax and let me in.”
She gradually loosens around me, so I push in, inch by inch.
There’s more resistance than I’m used to, but she hasn’t said to stop, so I pull out and slowly ease back in, going a little farther each time.
I feel each barbell sink into her tight heat.
Sweat coats our skin as I lean forward and take a perky tit in my mouth.
My tongue swirls around her nipple, drawing it into my mouth before biting down.
Her moan shoots straight to my dick, and it takes everything I have not to pound into her.
“Just do it,” she begs, nails marking my back.
Our lips meet in a clashing of tongues, and I pull my hips back, then plunge into her in one hard thrust. My mouth muffles her scream, and I grip her hips, holding her while I drive into her.
There’s a sting of pain when she bites my bottom lip, drawing blood.
My tongue darts out to swipe the bead of blood, and I’d be lying if I said the thought of her marking me doesn’t turn me on more.
I lean back, and flickers of pain and pleasure cross her face.
Her wild eyes meet mine again when I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze.
“That’s a good little slut, taking my cock so well.
You’re going to come with me, aren’t you?
This pussy finally getting to claim what all the girls around here want. ”
I fight against the tightness of her, the flutter of her lashes, the fire behind her eyes, the way her body feels like heaven in my hands, and how I want to mark her porcelain skin.
Instead, the frustration slams into me that I gave into another woman who wants to go around town bragging she fucked me.
Anger flows through me, so I take it out on her, rubbing harder against her clit as I fuck her on the counter.
Heat rushes down my spine, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise.
Her cries echo around the room as she shatters for a second time, setting off my orgasm.
I spill into the condom, groaning out my pleasure.
My fingers release her neck, as she sucks in deep breaths and lets her head fall forward against my sweaty chest.
Matching inhales, we lean against each other until I slowly draw back and let my cock slip from her. There’s red on the condom, a few streaks of blood coating it.
I look up in horror, meeting her honey eyes, ice coursing through my veins. “Amber …” My voice feels like gravel as I grit out, “Are you a virgin?”
“Not anymore.”
She said it with no inflection, the look of euphoria wiped clean from her face. She slides off the counter and reaches around me to pull her clothes back on. Her fingers run through her hair as she fluffs it back out before she moves around me and leaves the bathroom without saying another word.
Now, I hate her a little bit more.