Page 11 of Thirst Trap
“I do,” I say, slowly moving back on the bed.
“First,” he says as he starts to climb onto the bed, slowly placing his body on top of me. “There is a lot more of you that I haven’t gotten to kiss yet.”
“What are you waiting for then?” I ask, hoping my voice doesn’t sound as desperate as I am to have his mouth back on me.
He doesn’t move; instead, his eyes are looking into me even deeper than they were before. “You’re okay, right?”
I cock my head, confused by his question. “Of course, I am. Why?”
He lets out a breath as he sweeps back a piece of hair off my forehead. “Tonight was insane. Amazing, but insane. I just want to make sure this is what you want.”
I’m flattered and frustrated all at the same time. On the one hand, how sweet is it that this man is making sure that I’m okay with whatever is about to happen?
On the other, can’t he tell by the way that my hips keep seeking his that I needed this ten minutes ago?
“While I think that you making sure I’m good is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” I say, letting my hands start to trace the ridges of his abs. “If you don’t kiss me again in five seconds I—”
I don’t even get to finish my sentence as his lips come crashing onto mine. There is nothing soft about this kiss. This kiss is hard and rough and everything I need.
I’ve never been kissed like this. The men I’ve kissed before now seem hesitant and inexperienced. This kiss is all-consuming. I’m feeling this in every cell of my body. This kiss is the one they talk about in songs that make you question every other kiss you’ve had before and wonder if you’ll ever be kissed like this again.
His hands begin to explore, traveling up my top and quickly bringing it over my head. The strapless bra I’m wearing all of a sudden feels stifling. Thank goodness he removes it swiftly, his mouth quickly finding his way to my breasts.
“Oh my God,” I say, though it probably comes out more like one word. Or maybe it’s incoherent syllables? I honestly don’t care, and by the way Jake is taking turns nipping and sucking on each nipple, I don’t think he does either.
Can someone have an orgasm this way? I think I read one time about nipple play, but I thought that was a myth. To be honest, I sometimes think that orgasms themselves are myths. I think I’ve had one. Once. But then again, that guy did need my help to finish me, so I don’t know if that counts.
Jake’s mouth continues to take what he wants as his hands slide down my sides, around to my front to undo the button of my shorts. I’m ready to kick them off to help him out, but I can’t. The feeling of him paralyzes my body—first, my breasts, then my stomach. And just as I think that’s where he’s going to stay for a minute, he pulls down my shorts and thong in one swoop, and his mouth is on my center.
Holy.
Shit.
My hips immediately buck, the sensation of his tongue against my opening too much to handle. His hands immediately move to my hip bones, holding me down so he can take what he wants.
“I knew you’d be sweet,” he says, his voice another octave lower. Holy hell, is his sex voice hot. “Now lie back and let me taste you.”
My goodness, this man is going to ruin me. If his tongue was doing wicked things to me when we were kissing, then what he is doing now is downright evil. His tongue is flicking rapidly on my clit as he puts one, then two, fingers inside me, driving me insane from the inside out.
Even if this is as far as we go tonight, Jake, the dancing police officer, will have forever ruined me in the oral sex department.
“Jake!” I scream, the beginning of an orgasm beginning to take over me. Which also makes me know for a fact that I have never had one. Because this is unlike anything I have ever felt.
“That’s right, sweetness, come all over me.”
His words are dirty and deep, and I love every minute of it. It’s like they have a direct line to my core because, in seconds, I’m exploding all over him. His fingers slowly bring me down, though I doubt I’ll be able to control my breathing anytime soon.
I should be embarrassed. I have never done that before. I almost don’t want to look Jake in the eye, but I feel his gaze burning into me, and I can’t help but look up at him as he hovers over my body.
His eyes are just as heated as mine.
“That was…” I can’t finish the sentence, the aftershocks of my orgasms still running through me.
“Not the end,” he says, finishing my sentence. It wasn’t what I was about to say, but I’m not about to argue with him.
He places a kiss on my forehead before standing up. Holy crap, how did I forget that he’s not naked yet? That is just a travesty.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he undoes his belt, takes his wallet out of his back pocket to grab a condom, and quickly pushes his jeans down. His hard cock is pushing against his gray boxer briefs, begging to be released.
