Page 32 of Trip Through Your Wires

Reaching out, he brings his finger under my chin and pushes it up gently, then drops his hand. “Seeing you with someone else made me feel things. Just as seeing me with another girl made you.”

“It didn’t make me feel things.”

“No?” he asks, tauntingly.

“Nope.”

He pushes the covers off himself and sits up, then turns and maneuvers his body so he’s hovering over me. “You were jealous, Sparky. Admit it.”

I lock my gaze on his. “No.”

Pushing my legs open with his knee, he drops one down on the bed between them and then the other. Grabbing the waistband of my shorts, he starts to pull them down slowly. “Admit it.”

My stomach quivers as the pads of his fingers brush my skin, sending goosebumps shooting down my arms again. “I’m not admitting shit.”

He slides my shorts down further, and lowers his head, kissing my abdomen. The idea of his mouth on anyone else like this makes my cheeks burn, but I’m not going to tell him that. Not when I’ve made it clear I don’t expect anything from him.

“I don’t want her,” he says while peppering my stomach with soft, gentle kisses.

I close my eyes and try to bite back the jealousy clawing at me. “Sure looked like you do. In fact, it looked like you were—”

“Saving her from face planting?” He cuts me off with a laugh. “Because that’s what I was doing.”

I look down and open my eyes, finding him grinning at me. “That’s right. Some asshole bumped into her and she spilled her drink all over me so I was helping her. But the minute I saw you head downstairs with O’Brien I left her high and dry.”

My cheeks flush with heat; the idea that I misread what I saw earlier, making me feel a little stupid.

“But go on, Sparky,” he finishes sliding off my shorts, and drops them to the floor, “stay jealous. It will make you that much sweeter when you come.”

His words are carnal, his touch wicked, as the way he looks at me stirs a primal, possessive heat.

“Damn, these legs….” He slides his hand up the inside of my thigh. “You have no idea how badly I want to feel them wrapped around me.”

“I’m sure you can find another pair,” I fire back.

He pushes up, and hovers over me again, bringing his face inches from mine. “I don’t want another pair. And do you want to know why?”

“You bought…a blow up doll?” I close my eyes, breath hitching as he rubs his hand over my pussy.

He growls and leans in, nuzzling my neck. “I do not want other girls and I am not fucking other girls because this,” he dips a finger inside me, “is what I want. Your sassy little mouth, silent and compliant as I make you come.”

“Shit,” I puff out, the heat of his words and warmth of his touch, igniting my nerves.

“Open your eyes, Sparky. Show me those baby blues.”

My lids open slowly, and he pulls his finger back and plunges it into me again. “I haven’t touched, haven’t looked at another girl, since we met because this is what I want.”

His confession makes my chest tighten while his thrumming makes my pussy throb. I’ve never let any other guy have this kind of access to me. The guy I lost my virginity to when I was fifteen hit it then quit it, and sex with every guy since has been transactional at best.

But not Jake. He loved to make me come. Whether it was using his hand or mouth, didn’t matter. He was always focused on my pleasure and my needs. He never once put his hand on my head and tried to push it down to his crotch. He knew my rules, and never once tried to break them.

I widen my legs, and he dips a second finger into me, his two fingers filling me in a way no dick ever has. Warmth pools in my stomach as my pulse starts to race.

“You’re….lying,” I pant.

He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, eyes heated and locked on mine as he thrums me faster. “The fuck I am.”

My heart pounds violently in my chest, as he moves his mouth to my ear and pulls the soft flesh of my earlobe between his teeth.

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