Page 100 of Withered

“Mum knows; hell, I know I’m going to fuck up this thing. I need you by my side. I know that having you there will keep me grounded.” He looks at me intensely.

Heneedsme. I think about it and answer, “Okay. I’ll join you.”

“He asked me to dinner. Sunday night,” Jake says, looking lost.

I bridge the gap between us and stand between his legs. I place my hand on his cheek, urging him to look at me.

“It will be fine,” I tell him as he stares at me with vulnerability. “If something goes wrong, you’ll know at least that you tried.”

He leans forward and places a little peck on my lips. I’m not sure what hits me, but the next thing I know, I’m kissing him hard and fast.

Jakedoesn’tmindmykiss and responds with equal fervor. My fingers move down his arm and into his shirt. I grab his shirt and pull it above his head, briefly breaking our kiss. While my hands roam on his chest, his hands slide to my waist, holding me in place. He flips us over in a split second, so I’m lying flat on my bed with him hovering over me.

He kisses me, working his way to my ear, and whispers, “I’m going to finish what I started in the car.”

His hands slowly glide from the side of my body to the hem of my satin shorts. He tugs at it and says, “Lift your hips for me, Rose.”

I willingly help him by raising my hips so he could slide them down my legs. He does the same to my lace underwear. My heart is racing so fast that I can hear it hammering in my ears. My mind is screaming at me to slow down and not go too far, but I shove the thought to the back of my head.

Cold air greets my core, and I realize it isn’t cold air; it’s Jake blowing his breath on it. “Always so wet and ready.”

His fingers touch my clit and stroke slowly. My hands move to his hair, roughly pulling at the strands, and he groans.

My breathing becomes erratic when his motions increase and his thumb plays with the sensitive bud there. He kisses me, swallowing all the moans that were about to break out. His left hand moves under my camisole, playing with my breast. My back arches off the bed as he pinches my breast.

I feel his finger close to the opening, and he slowly enters it inside me. A painful hiss leaves my mouth as it stings a little. As we continue to kiss, he enters the finger once more. Waves of arousal sweep through me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers against my lips.

I open my eyes to take a look at him, but they close again when he enters the finger deeper than before. I could feel the pleasure building inside me as my inner muscles clamped around his finger, forming a tight knot in my gut.

He continues the pleasurable torture, his finger increasing its pace with each dive. He pinches my nipple, and that’s it. I moan his name loud enough, and he orders, “Let go, Rose. Come for me.”

And I do, with trembling feet. My body goes limp, my back hits the bed, and my breathing is irregular as my chest moves up and down. With my eyes still closed, I feel Jake’s lips on mine, and my body relaxes. I open my eyes, sit up, and lean against the headboard. Jake is sitting at the side of my bed, watching me with amused eyes.When did he move?

“Good?” He asks.

I nod my head and smile. It was nice—great. It now makes sense why people do this kind of stuff so often. I look for my underwear and shorts in my room. I grab my underwear and put them on, all while Jake’s eyes are on me.

“Stop looking,” I say, my cheeks red as I look for my shorts.

He chuckles. I find my satin shorts and put them on, then sit next to a shirtless Jake.

After a minute of comfortable silence, I speak up. “Uh…” I clear my throat. “I want to reciprocate.”

Jake’s head snaps towards mine, and I divert my eyes from him.

“You what?” He asks, bewildered. He wasn’t expecting me to; hell, I wasn’t expecting myself.

“You heard me. Don’t make me say that again.” I hide my face in my hands.

He chuckles, a low rumbling sound that echoes in my silent room. He tugs my hand down and forces me to face him. “You sure?”

I simply nod, unable to speak. My eyes are glued to his chest.

“Okay. I’m all yours,” he speaks, and I could see a faint smirk forming on his lips.

I glance at him, then my gaze moves down from his face to his inked chest, finally settling on his zipper. My body heats up again, settling into my aching core.

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