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Slowly, she withdrew her fingers and stepped toward him.
He opened his mouth, sucking her fingers and moaned, “So fucking good.” Then he grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand from his mouth. “I’d planned on doing this that night in New Orleans. I wanted to see how turned on you get going down on your knees for me.” Smirking, he asked, “Did you need your lipstick that night?”
A coy smile grazed her lips. “You know me so well, Mr. Skyler. What’s next?” Her tone was low and raspy.
He pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windows. “I picture you with your legs spread, hands against those windows, looking out at my city while I eat my favorite dish”—a wry grin grew on his face—“better than…”
“Don’t, Jake, don’t ruin theheatby comparing my pussy to some dish your mom makes,” she said, her fingers jabbing his bare chest, biting back a laugh.
“Believe me, not going to bring anyone else up tonight but us.” He reached for her champagne. “Now go,” he said, pointingto the windows. “I want to see your beautiful body in the reflection.”
Why do his commands feel sexy?He made her feel safe while simultaneously willing to take risks at the same time. It was as if she was on the edge of a cliff looking down, but he was anchoring her tightly, moored to the strength of the mountain, secure enough to spread her arms and take in the world around her, knowing he wouldn’t let her fall.
“Jake,” she uttered softly, touching his cheek as she propped herself up on her tiptoes and kissed him softly. “You make me…” she almost saidfeel safe,but instead, she rasped, “so wet.” Lightly pinching his cheek, she chided, “Did you enjoy your appetizer, my Austin boy?”
“I did. It made me want the main dish even more. Now put your hands on the windows, ass in the air, legs spread wide. I want to watch.”
Relishing his eyes on her, she gave him the show she knew would unwind him. Slowly, almost feline-like, she sashayed to the windows, glancing over her shoulder at the wild look dominating his face and the way he was rocking from side to side. “Fuck me,” he growl-yelled, watching as she placed one hand then the other slightly higher than her head, palms flat against the glass. She hand-walked down the window as she bent ever deeper at the waist, sticking her ass out so Jake got a view of all of her. Tucking her chin into her shoulder, her gaze found Jake. “Is this what you were thinking?” she taunted, sliding her tongue out.
“Damn,” she heard him choke out from behind her, mixing with the sound of the bag crinkling, then his footsteps thudding on the hardwood floor before she felt the swat to her ass.
Initially jarring, the sting diffused, heat spreading down her crack, tingling her pussy. “Ahh…Jake…”
He rubbed her ass where his hand had made swift contact. “You’re a bad girl you know that…obliterating all my self-control up with that ass exposed−you like that…don’t you?”
“Mmm…”
Swat, swat. He popped her ass twice, then stepped back, tearing the condom open, shoving his jeans and briefs down, sheathing himself frantically, his balls pulsing. He didn’t have time, he had to get inside her. “I’m fucking you, I need this now, then I’ll make the rest of the night about you…just can’t.” He grabbed her hips, “Spread those legs more,” he growled, as his cock pierced her wet slit. In one brutal motion, he was deep in her.
“Ooohhhh….” she shouted. “Ooohhh.”
“I just need to…”
“Yes, yes,” she urged as he rammed himself into her, his cock plunging back and forth as she looked out on the sparkling skyline, her body remembering why, why he had been imprinted into her. Because this, him taking her this way felt exhilarating. When others had fucked her from behind, she felt removed as if it was happening to someone else, but with him, her body lit up.
“I fucking had a plan, but that fucking bare ass had my cock begging to be inside you,” he grumbled, knowing he was abandoning his erotic idea aimed at tediously drawing pleasure from her until she pleaded for him to end the torture and get her off. He’d been fantasizing about how he would string her body along ever since she’d taken him in her mouth in that bathroom. He was going to pay her back in the most delicious way possible, but his fucking traitorous cock was no match for her sexy as hell body, just boots and the white leather coat, her hair spilling down her back. He’d succumbed.
“I fucking dream about this! I want this forever…forever!”
Chapter Eleven
There was a synchronicity about them tonight, as if they shared a brain, no need for words. She knew the desires that manifested in his head without him sharing them. Instinctively, this woman who had owned his thoughts for the past year responded to his touch, his kisses, his feral drive as if she’d studied the ‘Jake Skyler fantasy’ handbook, as if she’d trained her whole life to know what he needed in a woman.
He’d never shed the memory of this night, the way her face was reflected in the windows, the way her jaw dropped open when he came up behind her, how her low back arched, angling her ass closer to his palm with each swat on her bare skin, the way her nipples stiffened in the reflection, and the way she cooed when he said he wished he could glue her to the window and fuck her for days. He relished her sharp cries, pleading for his cock, urging him to fuck her hard, and he didn’t hold back.
Once he got the condom on, he had buried himself in that girl, balls deep, absorbing the whole picture reflecting in the windows that overlooked his city—her legs spread wide, her tits spilling out from the open white leather jacket, those fucking amazing knee-high boots…and him, his fingers intertwined in her messy hair, the commanding expression on his face—He wanted to own this girl. And at that moment when all of him was as deep as he could go, she’d whispered, “Yes, I love this, Jake, the way you take me.”She was thinking the same thing, he told himself. She wanted to be owned by him, for him to bring her pleasure, to protect her, and to be the reflection she saw over her shoulder when she looked out into the world.
He felt a twinge of guilt that they’d never gotten to the steaks but instead had made s’mores over her gas stove, laughing and feeding each other. He smiled, thinking about the long guttural moans that flung from her mouth during the popsicle play, which resulted in the desired outcome…her pleading to come, whining and writhing with anticipation. It felt like the most perfect night until she made it clear he needed to go home to see his sister, who he’d told her was flying in from New York with her girlfriend.
Again, Rakell retreated to her almost businesslike demeanor when he lamely begged to spend the night at her place. “No, you need to go. I was weak tonight, something that seems to be indicative of being around you, but we still have a lot to discuss after you celebrate and everyone in the world interviews you,” she’d said, picking up his shirt from the chair and offering it to him. He had insisted on helping her clean up, and it was then that he saw the text on her phone propped on the counter near the stove, the words a banner over the open recipe.
Matt:Princess, remember, don’t sleep with him until after ‘the talk’…Send
He calls her Princess? And who the hell does he think he is?When Jake saw that message, her back was turned to him, and he wanted to write back…Too late, buddy! Fuck Matt and that message.He'd pulled on his shirt, drawing her into him.He was going to make it clear that he wasn’t using her. “Listen, no more of this, us meeting for quick romps”—his arms went around her waist—“not just a girl, you're my girl, not some call girl here to satisfy…”
“Why would you say that?” she huffed. “Jake, you need to leave.” Her tone was a mixture of hurt and pissed.
Once again, he felt like he had moved forward with her, then back again, constantly feeling like he was put in a box. His moodchanged when he saw the rental car in the driveway, knowing his sister Jenae and her girlfriend Winnie had arrived from New York.
