Page 68 of Take Me Home

“Attagirl,” I whispered, encouraging her. “Looking so pretty riding my hand like that.”

I would have been fine keeping all the attention on her, but she probably wasn’t used to guys putting her pleasure first. Her hands dragged down my stomach until they met my belt.

“This okay?” she asked, a little shyness in her eyes.

“Yeah. Take it, babe. It’s yours. It’s been yours,” I said.

“Oh yeah? Since when?” She cocked an eyebrow at me as she unbuttoned my jeans and carefully lowered my fly around my hard-on. Relieved of its confines, my erection pressed forward into her waiting hand. I gave out a heavy exhale as she stroked her palm over me in my boxer briefs. It felt unbelievable to finally be touched by her in that way. She peeled down the waistband to fully access my dick, eyes rounding as she took in the sight of me. She wouldn’t be the first to think I was big. But she said nothing and rose to the occasion. Her thumb worked precum into my tip while she palmed my shaft. My eyes rolled back with pleasure. I grunted and sighed, hardly believing that I was getting felt by this woman.

“Fuck, baby, your hand feels so good,” I told her. “You wanna know how much I’ve been fucking my hand wishing it was you touching me like this?”

Darcy’s mouth gaped open a tiny bit at my words. “Jake,” she whined, desperate for relief.

“Jake, what?” I asked. “You about to come for me, baby? You want my fingers inside you so you can come all over them?”

“Yes.” I slid two fingers under her thong and into her pussy, pulsing against her G-spot. I massaged her clit with my thumb, a move I’d perfected through my years of sleeping around. At least something good came out of those years. I got to use my skills on this incredible woman who had my heart in a fucking vise. Her cries of ecstasy against my shoulder were almost too much to take. Between her hand and her sounds, I was likely to come first. It pained me, but I pulled her hand off my dick and tucked it back into my underwear.

“Let’s focus on you, baby. Don’t worry about me. Let me make this pussy feel good,” I coached her. “That’s my girl. Show me how much you’ve been needing me.”

“I need to feel you,” she urged, running her hands under my shirt, seeking skin. I hissed through the pain of her raking her nails down my stomach. But even if she drew blood, I could care less. This was the hottest hookup I’d ever had, no doubt about it. I could tell from her whimpers and tightening around my fingers that she was close, so I gave her more encouragement.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. So gorgeous.” At that moment, laughter filtered in through the cracked windows of the truck. Darcy stopped writhing against me, turning to look behind her. Smokers had gone outside, Becca among them. The realization of just how daring we were came crashing in like a wrecking ball through a brick wall. Panic, disappointment, and desperation pinched Darcy’s features. She looked back at me with a frown.

“We can’t do this here. We have to get out of here,” she panted. “I need you naked in my bed. Wanna take me home?”

I sighed, burying my head in her shoulder. I still had fingers inside her, which I didn’t remove right away. I pulled her close to me with my free hand.

“Is this an invitation to those crispy white sheets of yours?” I asked.

Darcy laughed and nodded. “Oh yeah.”

I kissed her neck, sucking on her earlobe. “I’ve got other business to attend to. I’m still on a mission to find this tattoo I’ve heard so much about.”

“Let’s get going, then,” she said, kissing me once more before I pulled my fingers out of her and let her crawl off my lap.

Time to see how freaky she is.

“Eyes on me,” I commanded. Darcy snapped to attention, looking at me with alarm. I sucked my fingers coated in her arousal into my mouth, licking them clean. “You taste like fucking heaven.”

Darcy’s jaw went slack. “Good God, Jake.”

“Was that too much? I wanted you to see my first taste of you.”

She leaned forward to kiss me deeply. “Not too much. You’re just more fun than I expected.”

I tucked her under my arm and we sat spent for a moment.

“Um, Jake?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“If we’re going to, uh, I don’t have any protection at home.” Shy Darcy was back just like that. A minute before, she’d been completely comfortable with her sexuality. Now she couldn’t even say “have sex.” She was a funny one. It was my job to make her feel comfortable asking for what she needed.

I nodded. “Good call. I have one, but something tells me we might need more than one. We can stop somewhere on the way back to get some condoms.”

I felt her body relax. She’d been nervous to ask me to wrap it up. I wondered what asshats had been granted the privilege of sleeping with her in the past that made that conversation hard for her to have. She took my hand, her body tensing again slightly.

“So, do you always carry a condom, or did you pack special for tonight?”

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