Page 72 of Between Now and Forever
“That depends on how you’re going to achieve it,” I say as his lips find mine again.
I find the waistband of his jeans, dipping my fingers behind it and drawing them to the button in the front. He leans away so I can unfasten them. His eyes are wild, yet cautious as he peers down at me.
“I want to fuck you, Gabrielle.”
That’s never sounded hotter.My thighs squeeze together, desperate for relief. That one simple sentence is the strongest foreplay of my life.
His button frees and I drag the zipper down slowly, letting my knuckles brush against his hard cock. I hold his gaze and watch his pupils dilate.
“I want you to fuck me too, Jay,” I whisper, gripping his sides. “But I need you to stop with the games.”
“There are no games.”
I chuckle, pushing the jeans down his legs. “I beg to differ.” I drop to the floor with them, tossing them away once he steps away from the fabric.
Grabbing the backs of his thighs, I kneel in front of a completely naked Jay.
My God, he’s a work of art.He’s a mix of smooth skin and rough edges, soft dips, and hard lines. Powerful and capable, yet attentive and maybe even sweet.
His cock is thick and hard as I wrap my hand around it. Precum glistens on the tip. All I can think about is how he’ll feel buried inside me—stretching me while I quiver around him.
I stifle a moan at the thought alone.
“There are no games, Gabrielle.”His eyes burn with sincerity. “What you think is a game is me trying to protect us both.”
“Protect us from what?”
He studies me, searching my face. Then, as if relief washes across him, he grins. “From my stupidity, I guess.”
Shivers race through me at his genuineness. This might be the first time I’ve seen a completely unprotected Jay. And damn it if it’s not beautiful.
“You have been a fool,” I say, grinning back at him.
I rise up on my knees and stroke him. His eyes widen. His mouth falls agape. I’m so wet that my thighs are sticky, and I can barely move without my clit screaming for attention.
But first, my attention is on him.
I look up at him through my lashes as his eyes darken. His anticipation of my mouth covering the head of his cock feeds how powerful I feel. The always-controlled Jay Stetson is threatening to come apart in my hand.
“You’re lucky,” I say, swiping the liquid off the tip with my thumb.
“Why is that?”
I smirk. “Because I didn’t go home with Bryant tonight.” I pop my thumb in my mouth and suck the saltiness off. “Think: I could be at his house, on my knees, ready to put his cock in my mouth.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Now isn’t the time for you to get cocky.”
I stroke him again, earning a hiss. Knowing how much I turn him on is a heady feeling—one I could get used to.
“I’m not getting cocky,” I say, fighting the heat rushing to my pussy. “I’m stating facts.”
His eyes blaze. “If you would’ve gone home with him, I would’ve—fuck!”
He throws his head back and groans, flexing as I pull the head of his cock into my mouth. Watching him struggle to stay in control is the power play I didn’t know I wanted. Muscles in his neck and chest strain as I flick my tongue across his tip.
I give his balls a gentle squeeze, stroking him slowly with enough pressure to have him hissing through his teeth.
Watching him is intoxicating. I’m dizzy, almost drunk with adrenaline. It’s been too long since I experienced this.
