Page 151 of Withered

I’m dumbfounded as I watch a scene unfold in front of me.But wasn’t she just crying a few moments ago?My expression must have said it all when I look over at Jake.

“She was putting on her show.” He rolls his eyes.Damn, this girl is so surprising.

Aria is quickly lost in the movie, and Jake waits for the perfect moment to lace his fingers with mine. I lower my gaze to our intertwined hands, then to his face. He motions for me to be quiet, signaling with his finger over his lips. Slowly and without making a noise, he drags me upstairs and shuts the door behind me.

I turn to ask, “What are we doing?” but I’m cut off because his mouth is already on mine. I am stunned, but once I regain my composure, I react. His kiss is sweet and gentle, yet hungry. His tongue applies just enough pressure before it gets too passionate.

“Fuck.” He breaks the kiss and pulls his shirt over his head.

When I gaze into his eyes, they are filled with hunger and lust. He kisses me again, and I place my hands on his ripped chest, working my way up to his neck, wanting to weave them in his hair.

A deep growl escapes his lips, and I devour that seductive sound right away.

Every sigh and moan from his body reverberates through my body and comes to a halt in the aching space between my thighs. Just as my hand reaches his collarbone, he grabs my wrist, stopping me. He pries my hands away and holds them in one hand, pinning them above my head, while his other hand rests on my waist.

He moves from my lips to my neck, kissing and licking up to my collarbone. I angle my neck to allow him better access. His body is warm, pressing against every inch of mine. I know he’s highly turned on because I feel a weight on my tummy poking me, with his fingertips near my waistband of shorts.

He scoops me up and leads me to the bed, kissing me once again. He flops me on the bed, keeping his weight off me. Breaking the kiss, his hands go to my shorts and tug them down, his glazed-over eyes fixed on mine.

I’m sure my eyes are mirroring his expression as a cocky smile appears on his undeniably gorgeous face. His fingers slowly and teasingly rub at my lace underwear; he curses again, and instead of pulling them down, he simply moves the crotch to the side.

“Always so wet,” he grumbles, his finger playing with the wetness, the pleasure causing me to dissolve into a puddle once more.

My body aches for him to act; the pleasure and pain are intolerable. As he eases a finger inside, my insides clasp around that tiny thing.

I tug on the mattress as the familiar burn braces me. We’ve done this several times now, but my body always reacts as if it’s the first time. I shut my eyes tightly, wriggling against his touch. Just as my body gets used to one finger, he slips another one, and my back arches off the bed, my eyes rolling at the back of my head. My body can’t take any more of these long, languid pumps. The room feels hot, and my skin is burning.

“Fuck, hold on,” Jake mutters, pulling his fingers out.

I sigh, almost crying out, at the sudden loss of touch, and slowly open my eyes to see Jake easing himself out of his jeans.

My gaze is drawn to his manhood in all its glory. Jake grabs it in his palm, and I notice he’s stroking himself. I’ve only done it once, and the scene in front of me is the most erotic I’ve ever seen.

His fingers slip back into me, and a moan leaves my lips. The strokes are faster than before, and I feel so full. I dig my teeth into my lips to stop myself from screaming.

The tension in my body builds up, and that’s when Jake says, “I’m close.”

Two words—just those two words—are enough to snap the tension and pleasure within me. I shudder as pleasure washes over me like a wave. My body goes limp as I try to catch my breath. I vaguely notice the mattress beside me dip and turn to see Jake on his back, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and heaving.

I notice beads of sweat on his forehead, and I wipe them off. His eyes open slowly, and he nuzzles himself in the crook of my neck with a dimpled smile.

“You’re being too sweet today,” I say, playing with his fingers.

“Yeah, because I was shit to you,” he replies.

I giggle at his answer and get out of bed briefly to put on my clothes. I sit down with my back against the headboard, and he rests his head on my lap.

A faint knock on the door distracts us. “Jakey!” Aria shouts.

“What?” He shouts.

“Do you want to build a snowman?” She asks, and we burst into a fit of laughter. Jake’s genuine chuckle is a beautiful sound resonating in the silent room.

Jake walks me back to my house once Esme arrives and promises to pick me up for school the next day.

When I get into the room fully dressed after the shower, a few clothes are sprawled across my bed, and my phone’s screen lights up.

Jake:Wear these today.

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