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Fat chance.
“One time,” I say, holding up a finger in front of him. “Or multiple times if you’re capable, but one night.”
The smirk vanishes from Jake’s face as his brows shoot up in surprise. Yeah, he definitely thought he was calling my bluff.
I take two steps back towards my bed, dragging the oversized t-shirt over my head as I do. Dropping it on the floor, I glance at him over my shoulder. I can imagine the picture I paint right now. I’m in nothing but a pair of cotton panties, my wavy long blonde hair reaching midway down my back. I slip the panties from my hips and let them pool at my feet before bending one knee onto the mattress, still watching him over my shoulder.
“Holy—” He swallows, shaking his head as he smiles. “Definitely yes.”
It was a gamble, if he wanted me. I mean, I knew he was interested, I’m not naive, but I didn’t know if he’d want to act on that interest. And I wasn’t planning it when I offered to switch beds, not consciously at least. But then all the emotions of today, combined with seeing him half naked and the sexual tension I was already feeling, it all just boiled over. I’m wet and aching for this jerk. Positively crazy with need. Need for him.
I lie back on the bed and watch him drop the sweats, his hand already stroking his cock. I love it when men touch themselves. They have no shame at all about grabbing their own cocks and it’d be enough to get me wet if I wasn’t already.
He releases his cock to climb in on top of me and I let my hand drift down to take over where he left off. I’m gratified to feel that he’s already hard, but now that I can feel the full girth of him, I hum low in my throat. Santa is not the only one coming this year, that’s for sure.
Then Jake’s lips are on mine and I’m already bucking my hips beneath him, wanting more, wanting it this second. I feel him smile into the kiss, which pisses me off but I can’t focus because his hand is skimming down my side, his fingertips so featherlight in their touch that I want to scream.
His mouth moves to my neck, pressing a kiss there that makes me shiver all the way down my body. Meanwhile his hand skates over my hip and between my legs, the pressure of his fingertip a perfect torture as he uses it to circle and tease.
“I’m pretty sure I hate you,” I tell him, nearly gasping with need as his mouth moves lower and lower.
“I’m pretty sure you do,” he says, the words somehow meaningless with my nipple in his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him. “Do anything you want except stop, Jake.”
His fingertip continues its torture, rimming my entrance, finally slipping inside as I arch and gasp.
“You’re so wet, Sutton. Do you get off on hating me?”
Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck. I’m going to lose it if his thumb keeps playing my clit like that with his finger buried inside of me.
“Just this once,” I tell him as he begins to move the finger inside me, barely able to breathe as his hand moves in and out. “We only do it… one time.”
In reply, he tugs my nipple between his teeth and I nearly explode at the intensity. I moan, loudly, grateful to be out in the middle of nowhere and able to scream as loud as I want to if necessary.
“You sure about that?” Jake asks after removing his mouth from my nipple.
“Yes,” I say. “For both of our sakes. Only once.”
He nods, and I pull his mouth to mine, crushing our lips together as I angle our bodies against one another. He’s using two fingers now, and I grind against him, needing more of him, craving everything that he has to give.
He’s a good kisser, his lips manipulating mine with ease, trailing across my jaw and down my neck before capturing mine again like he’s starving for me. The planes of his body fit against mine perfectly, the weight of him over me, the feel of his shoulders under my hands, his back, his ass.
There isn’t enough time to worship every inch of him. Not with the sizable heavy weight of his cock lying against my stomach. I’m not here to catalog Jake’s perfect body, no matter how much I want to. I’m here—we’re both here—to deal with this crazy chemistry that’s burst up between us, and then to put it away so we can go right back to hating each other.
End of.
“I’ll grab a condom,” I tell him, sliding out from beneath him just enough to reach my nightstand.
Jake watches as I do, and as soon as it’s in my hand, he stretches my hands over my head so we’re chest to chest as he kisses me. His hands are pressing mine into the mattress as he dips his head to my neck again, his lips pressing directly against my pulse as I arch beneath him.
