Page 66 of Free to Believe
Raking my nails up his chest, the light hair of his chest is damp with the heat coming off his body. I hear the hiss of breath escape his lips as I catch his flat nipples between my fingers and squeeze. Wrenching my mouth away from his, I begin to trail my own lips across his skin. “God, Emily,” he moans. Pulling my head back, he searches my eyes in the purple dusk of the sunset. “I shouldn’t cross this line.”
Able to duck my head down to bite him, I elicit another moan, even as I agree with him. “I know.”
“You should tell me to go,” he says even as his hands slide down to my ass to pull me closer to his erection.
“I should,” I agree.
“We’re not going to last.”
I know. I have less than two months before I have to leave.
“We’re going to be each other’s worst mistake,” he warns me. His hand begins to slide under the hem of my dress. Sliding it upward, he discovers the reason I’ve had no panty line all night. It’s because I’ve had none on.
He lets out a painful groan. “All night? You’ve been sitting next to me like this all night?”
I nod, my face in his shoulder. “I’m surprised I didn’t leave a wet spot on my dress. Why do you think I kept crossing my legs so much?”
“I hoped,” he growls, reaching past me for his drink, “it was because you were as turned on as I was. I thought you were tempting me to come to you.” Before he can lower the glass, I reach out and snag it from his fingers.
I turn the glass so my lips touch the same spot his were before I ask, “Is that going to stop you from wanting to fuck me?”
“God no.”
“Good. But first I want to taste you. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve gotten off thinking about it.” His eyes wildly dilate at my blunt comment.
Removing the glass from my hands, he carefully puts it down before stepping back. His chest is moving up and down frantically. Arms akimbo, he braces himself like a sailor on the deck of a ship that’s about to face the storm of his life. “Then get on your knees,” he dares me.
One step forward. Two. I lay my hand in the center of his chest before I walk around him in a circle, stripping off the unbuttoned shirt as I go. Dragging my nails across his back as I make my way around, I whisper in his ear, “I get on my knees for no man.”
The smirk that crosses his face is a sexual challenge unto itself. “Then tell me, lady, how do you plan on doing it?”
I spin Jake around, taking him by surprise. Pushing him up against the deck railing, I take a step back and drop my hands. Going to work on his dress slacks before I slowly bend at the waist, I brace my hands on his thighs. Tipping my face up to his, I run my tongue over my lips before I lean forward. Sliding my hands upward, I yank all the material blocking his thick cock from my view out of my way. As it springs toward me, I grasp it tightly. His head tips back, and his eyes close on an escaped breath.
Challenge accepted.
“You want to know how? Watch me.” I lower my head to the tip of his cock and begin to swallow him against the backdrop of the darkening sky where the crash of the waves mix with his hoarse groans.
35
Jake
Madness.
My legs begin to shake as Em brings me closer and closer to the edge. Even though I can feel some cum leak out, I refuse to fall over unless I’m driving hard into her pussy while I’m doing it. She isn’t the only one who’s spent her nights fantasizing. And I might lose what’s left of my sanity if I don’t end tonight with her long legs wrapped around my back, her heels digging into my spine as I find release.
Fucking Christ, her mouth is destroying me. I’d be a puddle on the deck floor if it wasn’t for the railing I’m almost desperately holding on to.
She trails her nails up and down my thighs, causing the hair on my legs to rise in the wake. Every inch of my body is on fire for this woman. If I’m not careful, she’s going to brand me in the process. Then what will I do when another woman I let in walks away?
Em chooses that moment to let my cock pop out. I’m torn between whimpering and relief. Until she shifts her weight forward and pulls first one of my balls into her mouth and then the other, lavishing them with the same attention she gave my cock.
Fuck. Me.
My eyes roll back in my head as my hips involuntarily thrust in the air, desperately seeking release. The coolness that’s dropped down on us is all that’s saving me from completely blowing my load. It sure as hell isn’t the diabolical Emily Freeman. Between the silk of her dress, the wet heat of her mouth, her firm grip, and the unspoken forbidden of doing this where anyone could come out on the porch next door, I need to take over before I lose control.
Now.
I thread my fingers into her soft, golden curls. Pulling her away from my tormented cock, I yank her into a deep kiss that leaves no question about how she affects me. Tasting myself on her lips just causes my balls to pull up tighter.
