It’s right then when I squeeze my eyes shut and Jay’s lips find my ear, giving it a little nibble on the edge as he pulls my nipple taunt. That succulent way to bliss rocks through my body. My orgasm takes over as my fingers finally find their power and reach a little lower past his waistband and grab onto his rock hard cock.
Holy shit. I’ve seen the recent underwear ad campaign Jay was in for Tommy Hilfiger and it feels exactly as it looked on those posters; enormous. Intimidatingly enormous.
I cry out as my body rocks and pulses for the second time, my breath hitching as I call out his name, echoing off the back of my throat, which somehow still manages to find air.
A third pulse goes on for what seems like a blissful eternity, every cell in my body alive with the sensation. Every muscle needing his touch. Every part of me wants him inside me. It’s only when I hear a sharp, “Fuck,” out of Jay’s mouth, and the abrupt retreat of his hand from between my legs and under my sweater that I fling my eyes open.
I’m about to open my mouth and ask him what’s wrong when he nods over to the front of Beth’s place, where Jake is walking her up to the front door. Sure enough, Beth and Jake both have an ice cream sundae in their hands. At least they’re consistent.
“Oh, god,” I fling my body back to my seat with a brief fall from grace as I straighten myself out and glance back to the door. “You don’t think they saw us?”
Jay is chuckling in the moonlight. Goddamned chuckling! “Babe, I think they’ve got more on their mind than worrying about what we’re doing.”
When I glance up, he’s not even looking their way. His dark eyes are watching me carefully, locked on and taking hold. Unbelievably, he brings his fingers up to his face, the ones that just stroked me to orbit, and inhales.
My cheeks redden even further, if he flicked the light on now I’d look like a beetroot. Is he… smelling me on him? Yep. I know I was very wet and that amount of fluid from his sexy dealings has definitely dampened my leggings. “Fuck, Baby.”
If his words weren’t enough, he closes his eyes as he inhales further, like he’s smelling a bunch of beautiful roses or smelling a sweet perfume. My eyes dip to his lips as he feeds them to himself, and in one fell swoop, they disappear into his mouth.
“JJ—” I pant. “Wh—what?—”
For a second I think my eyes might be deceiving me, but no, he’s actually tasting his fingers, not that there is much to taste since he didn’t touch me directly under my clothes.
“One day I want to taste you for real,” he says. “Nothing would give me more pleasure.”
His words buzz in my ears, my whole body is alight like a flickering candle flame. I don’t know how I’m supposed to walk away from this.
“Oh, god, Jay.”
He leans over, his body taking up even more of the space between us, and pecks me this time on the lips. It’s soft and sweet. “That’s exactly what I want you to be calling out when we do this again,” he says in a voice so low and husky, it’s like he’s touching me in my most sensitive areas.
“Until next time,” I murmur, feeling shaky at best. As I glance toward the door, I see that Beth is going inside alone and Jake has just left.
“I’ll wait until you get inside,” he says. “Goodnight, Princess.”
“Goodnight, Jay,” I breathe. I lean over and we give each other a big, warm hug. He squeezes me with all the vigor in the world with those big strong arms, and I squeeze him back, although my short arms don’t stretch as far.
I never want this moment to end. But it has to.
True to his word, he watches me as I exit the car, closing the door behind me with a clink. I pull my purse up onto my shoulder, trying to find my feet and not fall over from my wobbly legs and shaky heart. There’s also that throb between my legs of wanting more from him since he primed my core nice and ready.
I raise my hand to a little wave in Jay’s direction, I can’t see him through the tinted windows but I know he sees me. I scuttle my way up to the front door and let myself in with the spare key, casting a glance back over my shoulder and another little wave.It’s only then that Jay pulls out from the curb and gives a little toot of the horn as he drives away.
I hit the ground running when I get back to San Diego. Jay is a constant on my mind and what happened on that last drop off in his car is on non-stop replay.
So are our texts back and forth, and I don’t know how I’m going to go without seeing him until the wedding.
Beth totally psyched me out when I got in that night, I know I must’ve looked a little on the disheveled side. She said that although her and Jake got along like bread and butter on the ride home with ice cream sundaes, she just wasn’t ready to jump in the sack with him.
“I don’t want to be the next puck punny on his bedpost,” she explained to me after I’d given her a little rundown on how hard Jay and I had made out in the car. I left a few things out, but not much.
I’d given her one of my famouswhat are you talking aboutlooks while I petted Winston. “Beth, you’re never gonna be a puck bunny, for heaven’s sake!”
“If I slept with Jake, knowing it was the one time I would be.”
“It’s not exactly the same thing, you don’t go around looking for hockey guys to sleep with.” Which in turn brought my mind back to that annoying Janey girl and the way she seemed to always throw her arms around Jay whenever she saw him.
Thankfully, I’d seen Jay with my own eyes shrug her off, and though she might be beautiful with long limbs and gorgeous long blonde hair, large breasts and a pretty face, he didn’t seem to be interested in her.
