13. Jake #2
My hands run down her sides, stopping at the waist of her shorts, and I trace the band around her belly until I reach the snap.
Campbell’s hands cup my jawline as she brings her mouth to mine, and I unsnap her denim shorts and draw down the zipper until they’re loose enough to fall to the floor.
She kicks them away, and I break our kiss to get a good look at her perfect body.
She has a tiny gold loop in her belly button, and the sight of it pulls my mouth into a sinister smirk.
“It was a college decision,” she says, dropping her gaze and running her fingertip over the jewelry.
“I fucking love it,” I say, dropping to my knees and sucking the ring into my mouth as my tongue teases her belly button.
Her hands tangle in my hair, and I take the signal and lower my kisses until my mouth is covering the thin silky strip that covers her pussy.
I nibble at the fabric, tugging it away from her the tiniest bit before gliding my hands up her bare thighs.
She begins to work her boots from her feet, but I shake my head and look up at her, my chin pressed into her pelvic bone.
“Those fucking stay,” I demand.
She bites her bottom lip, and I get to my feet, lifting her up and spinning her around to march her toward my kitchen counter. I set her on the laminate next to the sink, tugging her to the edge so I can tease her more.
“The way I’ve dreamt about this pussy.” I let the evil laugh that’s been brewing in my chest slip out in a low rumble, and I push her knees apart.
Campbell’s back rests against the upper cabinet, and her eyes flutter shut as I run my fingertip along the soaking wet fabric between her legs.
“I like these,” I tease, continuing to stroke her swollen skin until finally giving her what she wants and slipping my finger under her panties.
“Touch me more,” she cries. My smile stretches wider, more devious, as I tug her panties to the side and lean in, drawing a slow line along her slick center with my tongue.
“Like that?” I ask.
“Uh huh,” she utters, her arms folding on top of her head as her eyes flutter shut.
I tease her again with my tongue, long and slow strokes that eventually force her hips to begin rocking. My hands hold her hips still, though, keeping her in place, and I push my tongue inside, tasting her warmth, the sweetness of her pussy.
“Fuck I need this,” I growl, getting to my feet.
I pull open the drawer next to her and fish out a condom, holding the packet in my teeth as I tear down my zipper and push my jeans low enough to let my cock fall out.
I’m so fucking hard that I fear I won’t be able to make it more than a few thrusts before coming.
I don’t care if that’s all I get as long as she’s satisfied—as long as I hear her break apart.
Because I need to own her pussy like I need air to breathe.
I stroke myself a few times, my eyes holding on to hers, the heat between us growing into flames. I slip the condom on and position myself between her knees, entering her and slowly sinking in deep.
“Oh, God!” Her back arches, her tits thrust toward me, and I rock my hips back then toward her again.
“Fucking hell, Campbell. You feel like heaven on my cock. Fucking heaven,” I groan, my rhythm slow and steady. If I go too fast, this will end soon, and now that I know how she feels, I won’t be satisfied with anything less than several minutes of life inside her.
I drop my mouth to her breast as she arches more, giving me access.
I twist her other nipple into a hard peak between my thumb and index finger, rolling the pink bud into a tender peak of pleasure.
I soothe her skin with my tongue, moving from one breast to the other as my hips slowly shift forward and back.
“More,” she gasps, bringing my mouth to hers.
I obey, dropping my hands to her ass so I can pull her into me with every thrust.
She kisses me hard, her teeth clinging to my lower lip until the cries leaving her mouth seem too much for her to hold in any longer.
I dive in deep, my cock pulsing as my orgasm takes over everything, and Campbell’s nails dig into my sides, pulling me into her harder until her head falls back in ecstasy.
Her pussy clenches and releases around my dick, and I tease her clit with my thumb, drawing out her orgasm until she begs me to stop.
I suck her arousal from my thumb, then press my lips against hers, nipping at her lower lip.
“That’s never going to be enough.” My voice is gravelly and low. I’m determined to find a way for this to work. I don’t care what it takes.
“Shower?” I ask. She whimpers and nods, her eyes still closed as her forehead falls against mine.
Her hands walk their way up my chest, then around my shoulders, and she lets me lift her against me, my dick still pulsing inside her pussy as I carry her into my bathroom.
I turn on the water as she slips from my hold, and leave my hand under the stream until it feels hot enough. She peels away her wet panties, and I grin at how well we ruined them.
“I can do your laundry,” I offer.
She drops her gaze to the lacy garment on the floor and shakes her head.
“I just won’t wear any.” Her expression morphs into a coy smirk that somehow has my cock pulsing again already.
“Fuck, I’m in trouble,” I admit.
A soft laugh leaves her lips as she takes my hand and steps into my shower tub. I step in behind her and go to work, washing her body with shower gel until she’s covered in my scent from head to toe.
After drying her off, I carry her into my studio space and lay her gently on my bed. She peers up at me, and I sense her mind unraveling with thoughts of rules and regret. Before she has a chance to second-guess any of this, I come right out with it and tell her what I want.
“Stay.”
Her gaze holds on to mine for several quiet seconds, her naked body so perfect against my wrinkled sheets.
Her wet hair already curling into ringlets that splay out on my pillow.
I’ll never be able to sleep alone again if this woman stays here tonight.
I’d suffer for years after if all I have is this one night of her in my arms. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and her eyes lower to my growing cock. Fuck, I can’t help it.
I shake my head and lower myself so I’m lying next to her. My fingers begin tickling her arm.
“Just stay. Nothing more than sleep. Unless you want more. But just . . . just stay, Campbell. Tonight.”
Her lashes flit a few times. Her green eyes study mine, dropping to my mouth for a beat before she leans in and presses a chaste kiss to my lips that lasts several seconds.
“Okay,” she hums against my mouth, settling in at my side.
Her naked skin presses against mine, and the way our bodies interlock feels more natural than anything in my life. We fit. Somehow, in this bed, in this town—in this life. We fit.