Page 80 of Withered

“No, it’s not that,” I say, shaking my head in disapproval.

He furrows his brows and looks so cute that I want to kiss him so badly. He grins after a second, and his eyes suddenly have that mischievous sparkle. “Do I give you goosebumps, Rose?”

Hearing my name from his mouth is enough to wet my core. I nod my head and turn away from him. He chuckles at me, places his index finger and thumb on my chin, and twists my head to face him.

“You’re one of a kind, Rose,” he says it, and a smile spreads across my face.

I lean in to kiss him, but my lips barely touch his. I make playful strokes across his lips before backing away.

“Bad move, Rose,” Jake mutters.

He then places his hand behind my head and pulls me in for a kiss. The kiss begins gently, with him trying to remember the shape of my lips and then gradually parting them with his tongue. I allow him inside. The kiss is the slowest we’ve ever had, as if he is taking his time.

His hand moves inside my top, his fingers grazing my bare stomach. He breaks the kiss for a second, and I whimper at the loss of his touch. In a flash, he flips us over, so he is on top of me. He settles himself between my legs, and then we’re back to kissing like never before. His kiss turns rough and passionate, and wet kisses trail on my jaw and collarbone, making me moan in pleasure.

His hands on my waist slowly move upward. I never sleep in my bra, so it’s just the tank top. His hand halts near my breast, and he glances at me with swollen lips and says, “You aren’t wearing a bra.”

“Yeah,” I say breathlessly, my cheeks turning red.

His gaze turns hotter again, his eyes shining like emeralds. A phone call interrupts our moment yet again.

Jake takes out his phone. “This better be good, man. I’m in the middle of something.”

He speaks into the phone, his gaze locks on mine. At least we are on the same page here.

“Where are you?” I hear the voice clearly and frown.

Jake turns the phone for a second, and Tyler’s name flashes on the screen. Relief sweeps over me that it’s not a girl, but Tyler. That doesn’t mean I’m not annoyed at him.

“Fuck off, dude. I’m hanging up,” Jake groans.

“Aww, is Jake getting laid?” Tyler’s words make my eyes widen, and Jake smirks even more at my reaction.

“Get lost, man,” Jake says as he hangs up. He stretches his hand and places his phone on the nightstand.

“Where were we?” He asks with that cocky smirk.

“I-I…” My eyes betray me and direct my attention to my chest. He follows my gaze, and in a split second, his hands return to their previous posture.

I close my eyes as his index finger traces the underlining of my breasts. He goes back to kissing my neck and teasing my breasts. Moans escape my lips, and I tug my fingers hard through his soft black hair. Jake doesn’t seem to mind, as he reciprocates with a husky groan.

“Can I just take this off?” Jake asks.

“Since when do you ask?” I reply.

He wastes no time and pulls it off. I try to hide myself, but Jake is super fast. He grabs my wrists and pins them next to my head.

“Nope, not happening.” He has that playful glint in his eyes.

“Trust me, I’m mortified right now. I’m naked, and you’re fully dressed,” I say.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Wait,” he says, taking off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. “We’re the same now. Unless… you want me to remove my pants too.”

I immediately respond, “No.”

He bursts out laughing and buries his face in my neck, his warm breath tickling me, and his hair feels silky against my jaw. He moves back, and I admire his body. The more I look at his chest, the more I admire his tattoos. It makes me want to have a tattoo. My nipples are painfully hard, and Jake looking at them is making it more embarrassing for me.

“Please stop looking at them.” I shut my eyes.

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