“I don’t know—”
He shoved me back hard against the wall. My breath went out with one solid whoosh. I gasped.
“Don’t know?”
Jake put his finger to my lips, smearing icing onto my mouth.
“Take it. Suck it.”
I opened my mouth and he thrust his fingers inside, hard. My hands clutched at his wrists. My mouth was full, the icing dripping down my throat.
At the same time, his other hand came down and slid under my dress. I screamed from behind his hand, but his fingers turned my scream into a moan. I clenched my thighs together, but his hand was too strong.
“Suck it. Lick it,” he whispered. His mouth was against my ear, and his whole body pinned mine against the wall. I couldn’t reach him with my arms held back, and his one hand was working its way between my thighs.
Tears watered my eyes. I moaned as he hooked one finger up around my panties, brushing me down there.
“You’re hot already, aren’t you, Lacey? Good girl. Already so nice and wet.”
“Mmm!” I cried out, shaking my head. “Mmm!”
“God, you’re the best gift. Almost perfect. A bit too hesitant at times. But I’ll train that out of you.”
“Mmm—oh!”
My cry came as he slid his hand deeper. He curled his fingers, and God, oh God, he was inside me. His palm pressed against my clit, hot and wet.
I froze.
Nothing had prepared me for this. I’d read books, I’d watched porn. And I’d touched myself a few times, after my friends convinced me that my parents were being way old fashioned by calling it a sin. But nothing I had done or seen had prepared me for the quiet flicker of pleasure that danced through my body just then.
“Ah!”
I cried out as he shifted his weight. His palm moved slowly, oh so slowly over my clit. It was barely motion. But every agonizing second sent another streak of desire across my nerves.
“Ahh!”
His fingers moved in my mouth, sliding out. Instinct took me over, and I sucked. I sucked his fingers hard, the sweet icing melting on my tongue. He pushed his fingers back in, choking me, and I coughed, sucking harder, sucking more.
His palm eased up against me, leaving me aching for more. I arched my back to try and press against him, but he shoved my leg back with his.
“Lacey, you’re not in charge here.”
His words came hot against my skin, and I moaned with his fingers in my mouth.
His palm pressed against me again. Oh Lord! Oh heaven! The lights in the gallery seemed to flicker as my eyelashes fluttered. He moved his hand and the friction tore through me like thunder.
“If I want you to come, you will come. Understood?”
I no longer possessed my senses to be able to respond. Instead I moaned and leaned my head back against the wall. I closed my eyes, but his fingers made bright sparks fly across my vision in the darkness.
“Understood? You are mine. You will do what I say. Yes?”
“Yes!”
Every part of me was trembling with desire, like a live wire pressed against my nerves.
And his voice, God, his voice in my ear, telling me what I should do.
“Bend your knees slightly.”
I did, and his fingers curled up into me, holding me up. Oh, the pressure! The sweet, terrible pressure! I longed to let myself go completely, to let him hold me against the wall and do whatever he would, no matter what happened.
“Now rock forward slightly. Yes, that’s it. Back and forth.”
I gasped as he curled his fingers tight, thrusting them into me at a shallow angle. My body clenched around his hand, and I could feel myself rocking onto his palm.
He pressed me harder with it. I could feel his upper lip, slightly sweaty, at my temple. His body smelled like molten iron, a sharp edge to the scent that drove me wild. Primal. I had nothing left to think with. I was only my body, and my body was being played expertly by his strong experienced fingers.
“Mmmmm!”
His hand was curling back and forth, rocking into me just enough to send bolts of desire through my limbs. Them he pulled back, leaving me breathless and wanting.
“MMM!”
He thrust his fingers into my lips and I sucked at them greedily. I tasted the sweetness of the sugar icing and the saltiness of his skin. Heat radiated from his body and I swam in his warm scent. This was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
“That’s it. Good girl. Every last bit. All the way.”
I rocked my body against his hand, and he responded with the same rhythm that sent me moaning. I’d never been hotter or wetter, not even when I had dreams that made me wake in sweat-covered sheets.
“Lacey, come for me,” he whispered. And, oh, my dear Lord, he sounded like he was on the same edge as I was, about to jump off.