Page 54 of Come Fill Me

He settled his hand on the back of her head, pushing Liz down so she’d take in even more of his length, his actions urgent as though he couldn’t wait any longer for climax…or he feared being interrupted.

He’d left Zeke to face their people alone, hadn’t he? Jacob had stolen these moments, no doubt guessing his brother wouldn’t allow him access to her any longer. She’d healed him. There was no reason in Zeke’s mind for them to be together.

Jacob clenched his teeth, quieting his groans as Liz worked his cock, coaxing it to lengthen and stiffen even more, the head to swell with his desire. He tried to prolong his orgasm but lostthe battle when she cupped his sac, running her thumbnail over his balls, exploring their shape.

His come was hotter than his skin, a bit salty, the texture velvety on her tongue. Liz lapped up every bit of it, licking him clean, knowing she’d never taste him again. A bittersweet thought rather than the anguish she’d know upon leaving Zeke.

That moment was yet to come, convincing Liz to enjoy what she still had. Straightening, she left the mattress.

Jacob stopped yawning and rubbing his eyes. His hands fell away, revealing his frown. “Where do you think you’re going?”

To show him, Liz tapped her foot against the floor. Jacob didn’t ask anything else. He stared as she pulled off her tee and jeans. She hadn’t worn anything beneath.

His Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow. Grunting and groaning, he shoved his jeans off, kicking them from the mattress. “Come here.” He held out his hand to her, his arm sagging with fatigue.

Smiling at his weakened state, Liz climbed back onto the bed and him.

Jacob stopped pulling up his legs. “What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?”

She’d spoken over her shoulder, her back to him, her legs straddling his hips. Jacob’s cock rested beneath her pussy, those lips plump and juicy, her sheath eager to do some seriously wicked things to him while easing the persistent ache in her heart. She lifted his rod, caressing its flaccid length in her palm.

He squirmed as though embarrassed. “I’ll be hard again in a second.”

“I know,” she murmured, wanting to put him at ease, alleviate his constant need to best his brother. Even absent, Zeke was still in here with them.

Jacob huffed, sounding disgusted with himself or annoyed that she agreed he’d be able to perform so quickly. Supermanhe’d never be. However, he was determined.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled himself up, edging both of them toward the head of the bed.

The mattress vibrated, the bedsprings squealed. Liz kept glancing over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think?”

With his back propped against the headboard, his hands went to her breasts, cupping them, his fingers kneading the soft globes, then pulling on the tips of her nipples.

Delicious warmth, indecent hunger, and a willingness to submit buzzed through her from his assured touch.

Beneath her, his cock began to thicken and grow rigid.

Wow. He was better than an action hero.

Still fondling her, Jacob leaned up and murmured, “Take me inside.”

In a sec. What he was doing was too damned enjoyable for Liz to move. She’d get to his pleasure later.

“Now,” he ordered, releasing her.

The room’s slight chill chased away the heat from his hands, leaving Liz feeling more naked than before, abandoned and wanting. Bastard. Making a face he couldn’t see, she pushed to one knee and did as he demanded, guiding his cock inside her sheath.

Jacob exhaled slowly. She gulped air at his sudden hardness, his length filling her. He whispered, “More.”

Liz grabbed his knees for support. “Play with my nipples.”

He continued to push his body closer to hers, wanting to get the last inch of his length inside. “Huh?”

Time to get his full attention. Liz worked her inner muscles around his cock and caressed his balls. “My nipples,” she said.