Page 68 of Free to Believe
“God, Jake. Stop teasing me!” I pant. I grab onto his thick hair and yank his head up.
Satisfaction flashes briefly before something darker, more intense chases it away. “You mean you want something like this?” Two fingers thrust into me.
“Yes,” I hiss, my hips undulating against the wicked smile playing on his mouth.
“Maybe I can speed up the tune a bit,” he muses, right before he lowers his mouth back to my clit and sucks. Hard.
Jake’s shaping one of my breasts with one talented set of fingers while the other is picking up pace thrusting in and out of me. I can hear how wet I’m getting, and it’s just turning me on more. A high-pitched squeak comes out of my mouth. I’m so close to coming. “Jake,” I moan his name as I sway on unsteady legs.
“Fucking come, Emily. I want to drown in your scent before I slam so deep into you neither of us forgets this.” Jake pinches my nipple on an upward thrust of his fingers. When he lightly bites down on my clit, I lose all sense of reality and do just that.
The tension in my body snaps, and I scream. It’s been so long—too long—since a man made me feel like this. I don’t understand why now, but I keep thrusting my hips forward, seeing stars beyond those over the ocean. Jake keeps working my clit between his lips until the aftershocks have me staggering on my feet. “No…” I push his head away. I can’t.
Surging to his feet, he slides his hand into his pocket before shoving his pants down and off. I have mere seconds to appreciate the thickness between his legs before he hoists mine around his waist. “You fucking well can,” he bites out between gritted teeth. “I haven’t held off coming not to feel you rippling around my cock as tight as you just did around my fingers.”
Tightening my arms and legs around him, I rub up against him. “Then what are you waiting for?”
His head darts from left to right. I can tell the instant he spies the lounger I was sunbathing on the other day. Walking over to it, he uses his foot to kick out the back so it’s supine without letting me down. “After I come down on top of you, put your legs as high as you can on my back.”
I shiver in response but nod anyway.
Jake lowers me to the lounger and tears open the condom he palmed from his pants with his teeth. As he’s rolling it on, I can’t help but touch myself. Even my very fertile imagination couldn’t have imagined the darkness of the hair coating his chest and balls compared to his head, the strength in his legs as he stands at my side, the look of his hand as he strokes his cock next to me…
My eyes fly upward and clash with his. “I was waiting to see if you were going to come again without me. It was so fucking hot watching you. It was better than any fantasy I’ve had lately.” His words mirror my own.
Lifting my hands from my drenched pussy, I hold both my arms and legs open for him. He straddles the chair before lowering himself on top of me. Wrapping my legs around him as tight as I can, I feel the thick brush of his cock against my clit before he lines up. He brushes against my hole a few times. I gasp, then whimper, “Please. Now.”
Pulling my fingers that I had been using to touch myself while he watched toward his mouth, he licks them thoroughly before sliding them back down to my clit. “Play us a melody, Em,” he says, right before he thrusts deep inside me.
My back arches as his mouth crashes down. Thrust after thrust, Jake gives me the beat, the ocean gives us the tempo, and I play the melody to the hottest sex I’ve ever had. His hips are pistoning away at me when suddenly I feel all of my inner muscles grip him tightly. I come all over his cock.
Just the way he demanded.
“That’s what I wanted to feel,” he mutters. Dropping his head, he pushes hard once, twice, and on the third hit of his hips against my inner thighs, I feel his heat burst inside me before he lowers his body onto mine.
As we lie there panting, I can hardly breathe. It has nothing—and everything—to do with the weight of the man lying on top of me.
What have I done?I think in a panic.
Jake was right.
We’re going to be each other’s worst mistake.
I just hope we have enough sense not to take anyone out with us when it’s all over.
37
Emily
Late the next morning, I sit up in bed alone. I’m not surprised. Jake left sometime around sunrise, brushing a kiss across my shoulder with a muttered “I need to get going.” I’m pretty sure I waved a hand in his direction before I buried my head back into the pillow. His deep chuckle told me how amusing he found me before I heard the door close.
The man took me under so many times last night, he should do me a kindness and drop me off at the Shipwreck and Lifesaving Museum to have me restored. Sweet Jesus, I’m sore in ways—and in places—I never imagined I could be.
Groaning, I think even my fingertips hurt from clutching Jake tighter to my body as he spread me across the bed and licked me from the top of my head to my toes, spending special attention everywhere in between. By the time he flipped me over onto my stomach to take me on my knees, I was clawing anything within reach: the sheets, the bedpost, him.
If last night was a moment out of time, then I need to immortalize it. Immediately.
Sliding out of bed, I debate showering until I realize I want all of the feeling of Jake on me while I sketch. I want the lingering scent of his body on my skin. I need the soreness of my muscles to truly do justice to the body that captured mine under his as his weight lay over mine. Stepping over to the dresser, I grab a Collyer Wildcats T-shirt and slip it over my head. After pulling on a pair of panties, I wander into the kitchen.
