Jake’s lips are now on my earlobe, his teeth nipping my sensitive skin, and every inch he touches is singing from his attention. I just want to inhale this man whole—I’m desperate for us to be connected.
I touch the earlobe with the stud earring. “Is there a story to this?” I ask.
Breathing hard, Jake laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “It was a dare from one of my friends back in high school, but seeing how much it pissed off my parents—well, then, I just had to keep it.”
“You’re such a rebel,” I grin and drag Jake’s mouth back to mine. “I love how you go for what you want, no matter what,” I whisper in his ear, and he shivers.
I want to be that fearless too, one day.
Transitioning us from a seated position to lying down, Jake pulls me on top of him, my softness pressing against his hard length.
“This okay?” he murmurs in my ear as he rains searing kisses down my neck.
“Oh yes.” I’m panting from the delicious imprint of Jake on all parts of my body—I’m insatiable for his touch.
My hands slide down the front of his t-shirt, fingers tracing his hard, toned pecs, then his abs. His muscles contract and twitchat my touch. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him even tighter against me. His body immediately reacts with a shudder, and his hard cock nudges against me in exactly the right place. I need this man inside of me, and this couch is just not cutting it.
“Take me to your bedroom,” I say. I’m shocked by my forwardness, but Jake has a way of breaking down all my barriers: I feel free to be myself around him.
Even more, I feel safer than I ever have before.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jake playfully growls and picks me up.
Squealing with delight, I tighten my legs around his waist as he jogs me to his room and tosses me on the bed.
In a single movement, Jake pulls his T-shirt over his head. I examine every detail of his bare chest—just a whiff of hair, hard pecs, and flat planes of his stomach. Dark hair disappears into his jeans, a tantalizing hint of what lies below.
Slowly, I place one tentative hand on his chest; his warm skin under my fingertips rises and falls with his quickening breaths.
“Lucy,” Jake groans. “I can barely keep it together as it is.”
His gray gaze pins me with molten desire—I’m still in awe that he wants me so badly.
“I want to see you,” he croaks.
With his help, I peel out of my shirt. Jake lets out a ragged breath when he sees my matching lacy bra underneath.
“Lucy, may I touch you?” he asks.
Speechless, I nod. Jake reverently grazes gently over my curves with his hands, and then cups each of my breasts, resting theirweight in his palms. Gasping, I feel my thighs tremble, and the wetness between my legs increases.
“You’re perfect,” he says, his hands continuously stroking, exploring. I’m shuddering from his ministrations—his touch is driving me completely wild. He moves my hair over one shoulder so he can kiss my neck, and I giggle as his scruff brushes my sensitive skin.
Pushing Jake backwards, I revel in how I make him react. He gazes at me like I’m a goddess that has come to reward him for good behavior. His clear desire for me is more of a turn-on than I ever thought possible.
As I sit astride him, I relish the sensation of his length between my thighs. He’s burning hot, and he’s not close enough. I rock back and forth, wanting to feel that friction again between us. I’m pretty sure I could have an orgasm just like this, which is shocking to me. I don’t climax easily, but yet just a few moments with Jake, I’m ready and wet.
“Stop, Lucy,” Jake begs. “I’m going to last only about five more seconds if you keep that up.”
I smile, feeling more confident than I ever have before. “Take off your pants,” I say, easing off of him, loving my role as a boss in bed.
Jake quickly obliges, unlatching his belt buckle and sliding his pants down, and I giggle at his eagerness.
He’s gorgeous. Narrow waist, navy boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination, the fabric adhering to his sculpted body.
“May I?” Jake asks, touching the button to my shorts, his pupils blown wide.
I nod, not able to breathe. He undoes the button and slides the shorts down my legs, taking his time, running his hands down my legs. I tremble at the contact.
