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“Touch me.”
Please, touch me.Show me what we have is real. Lie to me if you have to. The truth is, I’ll keep your secrets—and I’ll keep mine as well—if you’ll pretend whatever intimacy happens in this moment is what a glimpse at forever would be like with you.
Jake palms my tit, pinching my nipple through my dress and bra. I moan a desperate, quaking “Yes!” at the luscious pressure. He manhandles me, rolling me to my back. My skirt bunches at my waist.
I can’t see anything, only sense his actions, as we move and the mattress shifts. He uses his solid hips to spread my legs. His nose brushes mine once. Twice. Before he covers my mouth. I whimper at the invasion of his tongue. My knees pull up of their own accord, and my core rocks against the hard length bulging at his zipper.
He grips my neck, sucking and biting and then cupping his hand around my breast. His hair brushes my chin when he moves his face to bite that, too. I wish we were naked and his teeth were sinking into my sensitive skin, drawing the rosy flesh hidden by my bra into his mouth.
The other hand travels further, to the juncture of my sex. Dampness that’s seeped from me is all over Jake’s jeans. It slickens my thigh when he adjusts his lower body and uses his forearm to hold dominion over me. A knuckle spreads my folds, tracing from my clit backward.
“So wet.” His whisper is cocky and unabashed. “Do you want to fuck my fingers or my face?”
“I want to fuck all of you.”
Jake’s chest rumbles. He leans back on his haunches. “Oh, no. You’ve already put me at a disadvantage. The rules of this game are clear: Panties off. Pants buckled.”
“I could—” I fumble in the darkness, searching for the buckle. He dodges and my hand retracts, empty.
Jake has a self-assured demeanor whenever our opinions don’t match. I sense his trademark coy and sexy smile playing on his lips. “Consent goes two ways, Paisley. And I do not consent to getting fucked over on a deal you insisted we make. You want my cock between those pretty lips that love to argue with me, or stretching your sweet cunt, that’s a new negotiation.”
“You want to fuck me,” I sass boldly into the darkness.
“I’m going to fuck you, just not with my dick. I hold the power tonight. You gave it to me. Willingly. Now, decide before I do. Fingers, face, or nothing at all. I have a shower and I have a hand of my own that I’ve gotten used to using…”
Jake plants a seed that makes my hips roll. “I swear Jake Ballentine, if you don’t shut up, get your tongue between my legs, and eat my pussy I’m calling for a rii—”
My weight is on my shoulders and Jake is holding my ass in the air before I can finish what I’m saying. His wicked tongue swipes my slit and he fastens his lips around my clit. Deep rhythmic draws tug on the pearl of nerves. I’m so wet, his slurping and groans bounce off the walls, hitting my ears alongside my panting and pleading. A slick trail of saliva and my juices drips toward my asshole. Jake would take me there. No negotiations. All I have to do is beg. He’d give in with a single plea. I know he would. And I file that little power trip in my brain to use when I’m needy for him and Jake needs more than I’ve given.
My fingertips crawl through Jake’s blond hair, pressing his face to my exposed cunt, and bucking toward his lips. My voice has grown louder, shriller. An expert, Jake’s holding my pleasure at bay. My orgasm is right beyond my reach. I want his cock. I want his fingers. I want whatever Jake has in mind to do to me to make me come.
Anticipating my every desire, he holds my butt cheeks in a vise and shimmies a pillow under my hips. His ministrations never cease.
“Give me more. I’m not done. I want to drink you down to the last drop.” His grunt is gruff and crude.
Although they aren’t the words he speaks, inside I’m certain Jake is demanding more than I’ve given to any other man, not only the man who had me previous to him. Jake doesn’t share and he won’t leave anything he thinks belongs to him for anyone else. Not even my cum.
His hot breath blows against my damp thighs. Jake slides two fingers into my tight channel. The realization of what he wants and the thrust of their curl causes me to explode. I grip his hair harder at the root. Sealing his lips to mine. And while I fall back to earth, he continues lapping until I’m sure the next experience with Jake and little death could almost kill me.
I demanded a ride… And Jake’s giving me the ride of my life.
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My thighs are tight and sticky this morning. My lady bits are also chafed from Jake’s stubble and, as of last night, I don’t recommend dry humping without a protective layer. At least, not the second time. Denim is sturdy and I’m sore.
I suppose the discomfort finally got Jake as well. Sometime between sleep overcoming us and me waking, he slipped off the pants he’d come in and put on a pair of athletic shorts.
When I get out of bed, the drying evidence of our escapade greets me. Bushed, he left his jeans and boxers in a lump on the floor. I sigh, thankful for birth control since accidents happen, and relying on my inner grown-up to be mature because all that jizz is,ew.
“I’ll toss those in the laundry.” Jake bends, places a hand on my hip for balance, and chucks them into a basket.
The floor is immaculate. His place is borderline pristine for a single guy.
I stare at the hamper, making a lewd gesture with my hands to stop them from wringing. “If we’d… Are you?”
Jake towers over me, grinning like a wolf. “Yeah. Rest assured, I’ve got one thing going for me that’s squeaky clean.”
“Can I use your shower?” The boutique opens at ten. I have time to wash up and go home to change into fresh clothes.
