Page 81 of Love Medley
“You’re stunning, Lucy,” Jake says admiringly. “Every inch of you.”
I love when he looks at me. When he talks to me. When he touches me.
He makes me feel secure, my pull-in-case-of-an-emergency backup. But at the same time, I’m untethered.
It’s a study of contradictions.
Sitting up, I guide Jake’s hands to the back of my bra. Jake unlatches it slowly, my nipples hardening further from the cold air rushing across them, or maybe it’s desire—I barely know right now. He groans when he sees them.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” Jake says. His eyes half-lidded with desire, he gently blows on one nipple.
A jolt of lust sears through my body. Before I know it, Jake’s mouth is on me, sucking on one nipple and simultaneously rubbing the other nipple with the callused pad of his thumb. I’m exploding, going up in flames, gasping from all the sensations building in me. His tongue swirls around the areola while his teeth nip at my sensitive flesh. And then he switches sides.
If I could internally combust, now would be the time.
“I need to touch you, Lucy,” Jake rasps. “Can I?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and his long, seeking fingers slide into my matching lacy underwear and brush against my clit.
Oh, thisfeels so good.
“You’re so wet.” Jake slips a finger inside me, while his thumb continues to circle my clit in a steady motion.
I shudder at how good it feels to have his finger inside of me. “More.”
Jake slides in a second finger, and I gasp from the added girth. He starts pumping both fingers in and out of me, and my hips rock in tandem with his rhythm, my body keening from sheer want.
“I need you inside of me so badly,” I pant as Jake continues his relentless pace. “Do you have a condom?”
“I don’t want to stop. You feel so good,” Jake growls, but then he slowly removes his fingers and watches my face as he slowly licks them, one at a time, like it is the most delicious thing he has ever tasted.
I could stare at this man forever and never get tired of him. My favorite porn ever.
Then Jake rolls over quickly to his bedside table and wrenches the drawer open with one hand, grabbing a foil packet.
“Wait,” I say, suddenly frantic for this to last. I’ve been wanting this for so long and finally it’s happening, and all I want to do is savor this moment.
Jake immediately stills. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay,” I smile. “I want to see you first.” I want him to know how much I appreciate every inch of him—and show him just how excited he makes me.
“Damn, Lucy. I swear, I’m going to come just hearing your voice.”
I tug down his boxer briefs, which are already damp from pre-cum, and he springs free. His cock is large, veined, and beautiful, a deep dusky pink.
I’ve never enjoyed giving blow jobs—the gagging sensation is off-putting and so is the mess at the end. But I’m starting to realize that maybe it wasn’t the act itself, but the person I was doing with it.
With Weston, it was always about control. Not mine, obviously.
But with Jake, he’s the escape I didn’t know I needed. Before I know it, my lips are on the head of his glistening cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Jake exclaims, his eyes rolling back in his head as my lips slowly slide down, tasting the saltiness of his tip.
I’m so turned on that I’m dripping, and everything Jake says and does just makes me even more aroused. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock as my right hand slides up and down his shaft. The feel of his warm, pulsing skin mixed with the wetness of my saliva on my hand ignites me in a way that I was not expecting. I want to keep going until he explodes in my mouth.
“Oh. MY. GOD.” Jake says, and he’s shaking. “Stop, Lucy, stop.”
It’s so hard to stop because his openness and vulnerability is such a turn-on. Even though it takes all my self-control, I release him.
