Page 21 of Off-Limits

It's a tight fit, but I manage to take him deeper still, using one hand to pump what I can't reach with my mouth. His hips begin to move in time with my strokes, fucking my face slowly at first before building up speed and intensity.

"Oh God," he growls, his voice strained as he looks down at me, watching my body move. "You feel so good."

I can tell he's getting close—his body is taut, every muscle tensed—and I know what he needs even if he won't ask for it.

So I take him deeper still, flattening my tongue and pushing forward until I'm taking him as far as I can go without gagging. Then I hum around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge.

"Fuck," he roars, his hips pistoning into my mouth as he tries to pull back.

But I won't let him. I grip his thighs tightly, holding him in place as I take everything he gives me—every thrust, every pulse of his cock down my throat.

Jake's grip on my hair tightens as he tries to hold himself back, but I can feel him nearing the edge. His body is even tauter than before, every muscle tensed, and his breath still comes in ragged gasps.

But just as I sense he's about to let go, I pull back slightly, looking up at him with a wicked smile. "I don't want you to do that yet," I tease, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock one last time before releasing him completely.

He lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper, falling back against the pillows with a look of frustration on his face. "Why did you stop?" he asks through gritted teeth.

"Because I want something else now," I tell him, crawling up his body until we're face-to-face. I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

He searches my eyes for a moment before understanding dawns on him. A slow, lazy smile spreads across his face as he reaches down towards the floor where his pants lie discarded. He pulls out his wallet and fishes around inside until he finds what he's looking for—a condom packet.

"Here," he says, tearing it open and handing it to me. "You want to do the honors?"

I take it from him with a nod, eager to have him inside me in any way possible. As I roll the latex down his length, I can't help but marvel at how perfectly we are together—like we were made for each other.

When he's finally sheathed, Jake reaches between us, guiding himself to my entrance and rubbing the head of his cock against my clit until I'm writhing with need once more. "Asshole," I say, grinding myself against him in an attempt to take matters into my own hands again. "Now, Jake."

He chuckles darkly, knowing exactly what he's doing to me. But then, finally, he pushes inside me with one powerful thrust.

We both groan at the sensation, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. He fills me completely, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. It hurts, but it's so good.

"God, Mia," he murmurs against my neck as he begins to move within me. "You feel incredible."

I can't respond. All coherent thought has fled from my mind, replaced by nothing but sensation and instinctual need. I wrap my legs around his waist even though I thought there wasn't enough space, pulling him deeper still as we find our rhythm together.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building upon itself until I'm teetering on the precipice once more. Jake's hands roam over my body, caressing and squeezing every curve until I feel like I might combust from the sheer intensity of it all.

And then, just as I think I can't take any more, he reaches between us and finds that magical spot again, rubbing circles around it with his thumb while he pistons into me with renewed vigor. It's too much—too much pain and pleasure at the same time—and I come undone with a scream, my body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy wash over me.

Jake follows soon after, groaning low in his throat as he thrusts into me one final time before stilling deep inside me. We collapse together, limbs tangled and breath ragged, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

As we lie there, our bodies still entwined, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. It's like everything has clicked into place, and suddenly, all those years of longing and denial make sense.

I turn my head to look at Jake, who is already watching me with an expression I can't quite decipher. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" I ask, a hint of laughter in my voice.

He chuckles softly, tracing patterns on my back with his fingertips. "Well, there was that little promise I made to your brother."

"Yeah," I sigh, rolling my eyes. I don't even want to think about Ryan. "The promise that kept you from ever even considering me as more than just Ryan's little sister." It still stings a little to think about all the time we wasted.

"I know," he says, his voice turning serious. "And I'm sorry about that. I should've been honest with both of us—with myself, mostly—but I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?" I ask, even though I think I already know the answer.

"Afraid of ruining our friendship and our whole group dynamic. Afraid of Ryan's reaction. And most of all, afraid that you didn't feel the same way." He pauses, his gaze searching mine. "I never wanted to be just another guy chasing after you, Mia."

My heart aches for him in that moment, realizing how much he'd held back out of fear and loyalty to my brother. I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. "And now?" I whisper against them.

"Now," he says, smiling, "I don't give a fuck about the consequences anymore."

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