Page 20 of Crave

His mouth twitches. “I guessed. I saw you come in your room, turn the light off, and leave the shutters open.” When I don’t move, when I don’t tell him to let go, his smile widens. “I wonder what you were doing in there?”

He knows.

Have I lost my mind? I’m creaming myself in Jake’s arms — his big, strong arms — as more juices trickle into my panties.

My skin tightens into goosebumps. Fuck it, fuck it all. I don’t care about anything right now except the excitement coursing through my body and Jake’s grip on my skin.

I grasp the hem of my tank top and slowly, slowly pull it up, until my breasts spring free.

“Damn,” he whispers.

Jake’s eyes are glued to the soft, round curves and hard rosy nipples. He releases my arms so I can lift the shirt over my head.

“You’re incredibly sexy,” he murmurs. “I always knew you were.”

“Thank you.”

My throat closes. Kevin didn’t think I was sexy. He saw me getting softer in the time we were together, saw me as a piece of furniture he could sit on and use. But Jake is hungry, riveted.

I hook my thumbs into my shorts and begin to slide them over my hips.

“Not like that,” Jake says softly. “Pull your panties out of the way between your legs. Show me how wet you are.”

His orders turn me on beyond belief.

Planting my bare feet further apart, I pull the soaked crotch of my panties to one side. The movement exposes my aroused pussy, showing a glimpse of the tender pink folds, shiny with juices. My swollen clit peeks out.

Jake growls, squeezing the erection that tents his boxers. Lust hangs thick in the air. I moan, because it’s so erotic.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he mutters. “Stay like that.” He comes close, one foot between mine, his dick inches from my exposed pussy. “When was the last time you had sex, Ella?”

There’s something so personal about the question, and so intimate that he’s asking. Stripping away a layer, making the encounter more vulnerable.

“Two months ago. Give or take,” I murmur.

“Was it good?” He holds my gaze. “Was it ever good?”

I shake my head. Even in the best times with Kevin, he never looked at me like I was the only drink that could quench his thirst. I never pounced on him in wild abandon.

Jake’s voice lowers to a secret. “And so you came home.”

My breasts rise and fall. The air between us is charged. “I did.”

“You’re here at this house where I used to run you ragged. I always knew you liked me, no matter what I did. You never said I was a bad kid. You were sweet to me. Well, I liked you too. Now you’ve watched me jerk off. You’re practically naked. Showing me your beautiful tits and your horny, needy little cunt.” I groan as his dirty words wash over me. “Tell the truth, Ella. What do you want?”

“I want you to touch me.”

His face lights up in that smile, and there’s that glint in his eye that can only mean trouble.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

His hands cup my face in a moment of unexpected sweetness, then glide down my neck and over my collarbone to my breasts. I suck in my breath as he takes his time fondling and caressing the round curves.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He rolls my nipples between his fingers, tweaking them to points.

“God, Jake, oh God…” My breaths come shallowly.

“Jesus, Ella, you are sohorny.”The crude words make my pussy spasm. “You’re about to turn into a puddle of gush on my patio, and I haven’t even touched you below the waist yet.” I reach out for him, and he stops me. “No, don’t let go of your shorts. Keep showing me your pussy. Do you like when I tell you what to do?”

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