Page 85 of Tuned To Break
Jake
And you love it. Just like you loved my mouth last night.
I whimper. Out loud.
“She made a noise!” Yasmin crows. “That was a sex noise!”
“She’s sexting!” Ally announces. “At a spa! During her facial!”
Jake
Getting flustered, darl? Thinking about my tongue? Or the way you rode it like you were trying to break me?
I stand abruptly. “I need the bathroom.”
“Don’t forget to hydrate,” Megan drawls. “Wouldn’t want you passing out mid-orgasm.”
I flip her off with a smile and escape to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. My skin is flushed, my heart pounds. I haven’t even touched myself.
I call him.
“That was fast,” he says, voice already lower. “Couldn’t wait, huh?”
“You’re evil,” I whisper.
“Evil? Nah, darl. Determined. Tell me—what are you wearing?”
“A robe.”
“And underneath?”
“Nothing.”
He groans, low. “Fuck. Not fair.”
“You started it.”
“I’ll finish it too.” His voice drops. “You touching yourself yet?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m in a spa bathroom hiding from my friends who are probably timing me.”
“Then make it quick. Lock the door. Sit on the edge of the vanity. Spread those long legs and slide your fingers where you know I’d put my mouth.”
“Jake,” I breathe, arousal trembling through my voice.
“I want you to touch that sweet cunt and pretend it’s my tongue. Imagine my fingers inside you. Slow at first. Teasing. My thumb on your clit like last night.”
I perch on the counter, my robe falling open. My hand finds heat before I can second-guess it.
“You wet for me already?”
“Dripping.”
“Good girl.”
