Page 34 of Studfinder

Impressionable young minds are watching, he’d say if I went to a school function with him.

Jake was everything opposite Ian. For one, the way he moved over my body, especially in my bed, made me feel cherished. It was a reminder he’d been locked up for seven years, but was his solitude any different than the prison I’d put my own heart in? I didn’t want to feel things for him like I felt. I didn’t want him to be that rebound May mentioned, but there was no denying I wanted him.

His mouth moved over my body, sucking at my jaw, down my throat, and along my collarbone. Commenting about the purple color of my undergarments, he quickly undressed me, and now I lay naked and sprawled out on my bed. His mouth moves to a breast. My legs spread to accommodate his body between them as he traveled down my middle, licking and nipping at me as he goes. Eventually, his teeth scrape at my inner thighs, and he spreads them wider.

“God, sweet,” he groans, rubbing his nose over coarse hair before dipping lower with the tip of his tongue. I almost sprang from the bed at the first lap. He outlines slick folds before his lips clamp over my clit and a finger joins the ministrations. He retreats to delve deep with his tongue and then returns to that nub with his lips while two fingers thrust into me. My hips buck, and my head tips back. I don’t remember the sensation of oral sex. The wetness. The slurping. The licking. It is too much and not enough, and I rock into his face as he lavishes me with that wicked tongue of his.

When I finally break, Jake redoubles his efforts, sucking me harder, working those two fingers faster through my soaked entrance.

“Another one,” he demands against my lower lips, and I nearly scream as my body bows, and I release just as powerfully as the first time. Silver speckles dance before my eyes, and I’m not convinced I didn’t pass out for a second. Jake tenderly bites the inside of my thigh before he brushes his scruffy jaw against the opposite one and crawls up my body. His mouth covers mine, forcing me to taste myself on him, something I’d never done before. It’s dirty and delicious, and I realize my previous sex life had been slightly refined compared to Jake.

He pulls back, and I fear he’s read my thoughts. Scooping his arm under my lower back, he flips our position and drops his voice. “Riding lesson.” My legs straddle him on instinct. My drenched core meets the hard length of him, bare and thick. Coasting over him, the heavy moisture he created between my thighs dampens him. The movement drags my already swollen, ripe center in a striking manner against him. Like a flint to rock, I’m ready to spark again.

“Need inside you, sweet.”

“Condom?” I question, and Jake twists his head on the pillow.

“My pants.” We’d stripped out of our clothes as we stood at the end of my bed, and his pants are somewhere in that pile.

“Do we need one?” My voice hesitates. It was a risk. Even on the pill and with a condom, my best friend had gotten pregnant. “I have an IUD.” I had one inserted a while back for feminine issues.

“Are you sure?” His question answers mine, and I slide to his tip, catching on the thick bulge before lowering my hand to guide him inside me. Gliding over his stiff length, bringing him into my body, he tips his head back as mine does when he’s entered me in the past. A vein strains along his throat, and I lower to drag my tongue against the roughness of his jaw.

“Sweet, you’re going to be the end of me.”

I have no idea what that means, but my body knows what it needs to begin. I rock up his length, drawing myself to his tip as if I might release him. Then I lower to draw him deep inside. I repeat the movements, the rhythm building. Walking my hands down his chest until I sit upright over him, I use my knees to lift and lower me. Jake glances down to where he disappears inside me.

“Might be the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.” His eyes flick up to my face. My hair is all over the place as I roll my hips over him, moving faster with short, sharp thrusts. My fingertips dig into his belly while his hands pinch my hips, forcing me to rock harder. “So deep like this.”

His stuttering tone tells me he’s getting close, and I want him to give in to me. I want to feel the power of breaking this man. I want to be the end of him, as he said.

“I’ll pull out,” he warns around a shaky breath, returning his gaze to where I ride him.

“No,” I hiss, afraid to lose the edge I’m experiencing, the crest that’s climbing. Jake glances up at me.

“Sweet?” he questions, but I’m lost in my head, riding him for all he’s worth, giving in to the all-consuming sensation of us joined together. I don’t want to end the connection.

“Jake.” His name catches in my throat, but I repeat it three more times before I still, clenching at him buried to the hilt inside me. His fingertips dig into my hips as he follows my lead and bucks upward, drilling himself deeper before coming alive within me.

Heavily breathing, Jake jackknives upward and grips the back of my neck. His mouth takes mine, fierce but tender.

“That probably wasn’t smart,” he mutters to my lips.

“For once, I wanted to use something other than my brain.” My heart made me do it.

Jake seems to understand, and he returns to kissing me, tugging me down to my side on the bed. We stay just as we were, joined as long as we can before thoughts get in the way.

The week passes in a whirlwind of Jake and sex, and sex and Jake. I can’t seem to stay away from the worksite, and Jake pulls me into a corner or empty space every second he can to kiss me silly. I’m drunk on this man who is dangerous for a recovering alcoholic. We’re warned in AA about replacing one addiction for another, and I am heavily addicted to him.

The following Saturday, I give into some separation and attend the Norwich farmers’ market with Scarlett as I promised. I meet her here as we came from different directions, and she has baby Harley with her. The market is in full swing as we saunter, and I babble on and on about Jake. How he invited me to his nephew’s graduation from my alma mater. How we’d spent time together on a hike, cooking dinner, and hanging out. How the sex with him is incredible.

“You’re quiet, lady,” I tease as Scarlett has hardly said a word. “Bull stampede over you last night?”

Scarlett stops walking and turns to me. “Rita, we need to talk.” The directness of her tone startles me. My comments can be over the top at times, but Scarlett knows this about me. Still, I quickly apologize, concerned by the tenor of her voice. My best friend waves it off as she leads us out of the mayhem of the crowd.

“I don’t know how else to tell you this other than being straight with you.” She reaches for my wrist and holds on tight once we stand off to the side of the vendors.

“Whatever it is, I can handle it,” I assure her, but genuine fear creeps into my veins.