Jake Undone(65)

I stood up and undid his jeans, and he kicked his shoes off. He put his hands over mine helping me pull his pants off. His black boxer briefs were like the last piece of wrapping paper. I could feel the heat of his erection bursting through them. He removed my hands just as I was about to pull his underwear down.

“I think I need to keep these on for a little while.”

“How come?”

“Because I don’t want to lose control and bury myself inside you before I have a chance to make you come with my mouth.”

Holy. Crap.

“Oh.”

“Lay down, beautiful,” he said.

I immediately complied and lay down on the bed as he hovered over me. His green eyes were brimming with desire, and I could see my reflection in them as he looked at me for several seconds. He shook his head as if in disbelief, then lowered his mouth and slowly licked my lips before kissing me hard and passionately. I loved the way the weight of his body felt on me as I wrapped my arms through his and caressed his back.

My hands dropped to his waist, and I squeezed his ass pushing him into me. He moaned into my mouth and quickly moved my hands off of him. “Don’t do that, baby. It’s my weakness. I want to last for you,” he said.

I loved it when he called me “baby.” I took a mental note to squeeze his ass again very soon, so I could make him lose control because I wanted to see what that looked like.

He slowly lowered his mouth down to my neck and then to my breasts, alternating between sucking on each nipple and rubbing his thumbs across them in slow circular motions as my legs rustled beneath him.

He then trailed his tongue down the length of my stomach in one quick line, like a plane taxing down a runway, and his mouth landed…well…on my landing strip.

I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I relished the foreign sensation of his hot lips opening and closing on me.

Spencer had never gone down on me, not even once. He expected me to do it to him, and I did, even though I never enjoyed it. But he didn’t return the favor and I never asked.

Jake began flicking his wet tongue in slow controlled motions with the ball of his tongue ring over my tender clit. There was no other feeling like it. Add to that, the sight of him between my thighs, his hair, dark and sweaty. I knew I was going to climax within seconds.

My legs were restless, and my hands were gripping the sheets. “It’s okay…let go,” he said in between devouring me.

I was still fighting it because I wanted this feeling to last forever.

He lifted his mouth off of me, stuck his fingers inside me and rubbed me with his thumb, kissing my stomach. It felt good, but I wanted his mouth back down where it had been.

I could barely speak. “Jake…”

“What do you want, Nina? Say it.”

“I want you to lick me there again.”

“Good, because I want to taste you while you come.”

Those words were more powerful than anything he had done to me. Literally, the second his tongue bore down on me again, I screamed out in ecstasy and could feel the vibration of his mouth moaning against me while I came. It was the most mind-blowing feeling I had ever experienced.

He slowly kissed his way up my stomach, over my breasts and up to my mouth. I tasted myself on him, and it turned me on all over again. I had just had an orgasm seconds ago, and my vagina was tingling, buzzing, ready for another.

Jake was a drug, and I was a junkie looking for my next high before I even came down from the last. Up until this moment, he had been my emotional addiction, but now it was officially physical too. I might spend the rest of my life walking around completely strung out, and I didn’t care. I wanted more.

“I want more,” I said, breaking from his kiss.

Did I just say that out loud?

He smiled against my lips and said, “Now, I want…you.”

I didn’t ask for permission when I pulled his briefs down and wrapped my hand around his cock and began to stroke him. He was hot and slick in my hand. His breathing quickened, and he stood up onto his knees, as I got my first glimpse of him fully naked. He looked down at me with a hunger in his eyes and spread my legs apart gently. It was all too much to take in: his handsome face, his perfect tattooed body and his beautiful cock, which was bigger than I had ever anticipated and surprisingly...not pierced. The tip was beautifully untouched and glistening and I reached my hand out and rubbed him some more, circling the top with my thumb, as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, almost losing control. “Stop,” he urged as he smiled down at me. He then reached over to the nightstand for a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sheathing himself.

He looked down at me and ran his fingers through my hair. “Nina…my angel,” he said softly, as his fingertips moved over my mouth. No one had ever looked at me like that. He hadn’t said those three words yet, but his eyes were telling me a story again. This time, they were telling me that he loved me and that he was scared that things were about to change between us. If things didn’t work out, there was no going back to the way things were. We both knew it.