Authors: Layla Frost
I wrapped my arms around his neck, both to hold him close and to support myself. We lost control as the kiss became hot, intense, and incredibly inappropriate for a city sidewalk.
“Let’s go,” Jake rumbled as he lifted his head and broke the kiss, leaving me swaying slightly on trembling legs.
We walked in silence to Jake’s car, as if uttering one word would break the tenuous hold we had on acting like civilized adults. The air around us was filled with tense anticipation.
The ride went faster than when we’d been heading to dinner as he pushed the speed limit.
When we got to his condo, Jake let us in and locked the door. He turned to face me, though he didn’t close the distance between us.
Like a pause button had been hit, we just stood and looked at each other.
Moving slowly, Jake kept eye contact as he slid his jacket off, revealing pure, masculine beauty. His every movement was rigid and controlled, but I could sense it was fading fast.
I knew he was giving me space to breathe. Time to think or change my mind.
I needed neither.
His eyes stayed locked on me as he dropped his coat to the floor.
My hand released my purse at the same time, letting it clatter to the floor as its contents spilled out.
I didn’t see what went where and I didn’t care.
Just like that, the standstill was done. Instead of just pressing play, though, someone pressed fast forward.
Before I could blink, I was against the wall with Jake’s mouth hard on mine. Our movements were frantic and urgent, a race to touch and feel all we could. His hands trailed my body, making every nerve ending come to life. I touched every part of him I could reach and felt his muscles flex and ripple in response.
I whimpered and my arms tightened reflexively as Jake moved back slightly to look down at me.
“I’m not walkin’ away, Piper. I tried to but I couldn’t. But say the word and we’ll stop. If you don’t like somethin’, if you want me to stop, even if you just wanna slow down, just say so. Yeah?”
“Okay.” Even as I said it, I knew there was no chance I would want or need to stop.
“Fuck.” He pulled me from the wall and led me into his room. “You deserve soft and sweet for your first time, but that isn’t me. I don’t know if I even have that in me, but as bad as I want you? I don’t think my control could hold for me to make love to you.”
“I didn’t ask you to. I know what I want and it isn’t soft and sweet.” I began unbuttoning his shirt.
He dipped down so I could push his shirt off his shoulders, then repeated the action so I could whip his undershirt off. I traced the gears in his arm tattoo, feeling his bicep muscles tighten under my fingertips.
“What do you want?”
“I want to taste you,” I blurted out.
“No one’s stoppin’ you.”
I felt his hardness straining against the zipper. My fingers shook as I tried to unbutton his pants. When Jake’s large hands covered both of mine, I stopped and looked up at him.
Grasping my hands, he lifted them to his mouth and kissed my palms. A small, sweet smile pulled at his lips as he placed my hands back at the button.
My hands were steadier as I undid his jeans and let them fall.
Jake kicked his shoes and socks off and stepped out of his pants. He sat on the bed and positioned himself against the headboard. Lacing his hands behind his head, he stretched his legs out in front of him.
He almost looked relaxed and indifferent, but I knew better. I could feel the tension emanating from him. The strain from holding back was evident on his face though he tried to hide it.
I climbed up the bed between his legs.
Jake’s arms went behind my neck to unhook my dress and push it down.
Sitting up, I let the dress pool around my knees before kicking it the rest of the way off.
On my knees in between his spread thighs, I ran my fingers along the edge of his boxer briefs. I felt a thrill as his abdominal muscles clenched and his cock jumped and strained. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, feeling his rough hair as I freed him.
Wrapping my hand around the base of him, Jake’s loud moan startled me and I quickly pulled my hand away.
“Good noise, baby. So fuckin’ good. Keep goin’.”
I curled my fingers back around him, feeling coarse hair on the side of my fist. I ran my hand up, gliding gently up the smooth skin of his length.
“Harder, baby. Tighten your grip.”
This is definitely an area where I appreciate the bossy voice.
Feeling his cock through layers of clothes was much different than having nothing in the way. It looked bigger, thicker, stronger, and, it’s worth repeating, bigger. Even still, I knew how sensitive it was. I didn’t want to do anything wrong, especially if it resulted in pain.
“You’re not gonna hurt me, promise,” Jake continued, proving again he could read my mind.
Hesitantly, I held him tighter and rubbed up.
His head fell back as his hips rose from the bed.
I released my grasp and lowered myself to run my tongue up his length before taking the tip in my mouth. Going slowly, I pressed my tongue against him and felt the veins and ridges as I moved.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Jake quietly groaned. He used his hands to hold my hair back, allowing me to look at him. “You’re so sexy. Christ, so fuckin’ sexy.”
I took him as deep as I felt comfortable, which wasn’t much. Drawing on my smut knowledge, I added my hand to work his remaining length and found a good rhythm.
Jake’s hips rocked slightly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Hearing his moans, I felt incited, ignited, inspired. I shut out the doubt and just
felt
him.
It might not be the most artful blow job, but what I lack in finesse, I can make up for in enthusiasm.
“You gotta stop or I’m not gonna last.” His hand fisted in my hair and tugged back gently.
I pushed down against his hold, moaning around his cock at the pull of my hair.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he warned on a guttural groan as he tried half-heartedly to pull me away. When that didn’t work, he switched and used his hand in my hair to guide me. His hooded eyes heated as he watched me. “Fuck. Perfect. So fuckin’ perfect.” His cock surged and grew harder still. He cursed, the sound somewhere between a groan and a shout, as he came.
I wanted to experience everything I could, but I hadn’t thought I’d enjoy it like I had. I definitely hadn’t expected to feel so turned on and powerful.
This gorgeous sex god just got off because of me. Because of what I did to him.
His hand gently pulled me back. I sat up, unsure of what to do, but I didn’t have to think long about it.
Jake gave me a wicked smile. “Your turn.”
His hands gently cupped my face, at odds with the roughness of his mouth as it took mine.
The force pushed me onto my back and my legs spread to allow Jake’s hips to fall between them. I could feel his semi-hard cock pressed against me as his mouth lightly trailed my jaw down to my throat. He moved lower and used the tip of his tongue to circle around my nipples without touching them.
“Please.” I arched myself closer to him, adding a silent plea to my verbal one.
I moaned as his mouth covered my nipple, his teeth biting down around the barbell before he sucked hard. The pad of his calloused thumb grazed across my other nipple, the tender touch a stark contrast with the roughness of his mouth.
He softly kissed across my chest, the coarseness of his facial hair adding yet another maddening sensation as he brought his mouth to my other nipple.
Every touch was a contradiction. With no way to know what was coming next, no rhythm to settle into, the sweet, unpredictable torture kept my mind and body on edge.
I lifted my hips in anticipation as Jake’s hand lowered with ache inducing slowness.
He tugged my garter. “Wear these for me?”
“Yeah, you mentioned—” I started.
His fingertips brushed against my wetness as he pushed my panties to the side and stole what limited ability I had to speak.
“They look even hotter than I could’ve imagined. Which is why it’s so hard to do this.” He looped his fingers around the garter and pulled it down, taking my thigh highs and panties with it.
I waited to feel shy. To have the urge to hide myself, or to feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. The feelings never came, and instead I spread my legs wider, needing more. The cool air hit my overheated body but did nothing to soothe me.
Jake’s fingers went between my legs, leisurely gliding up over my clit then back down again in a slow torment. His mouth roamed down my jaw, neck, the base of my throat, my chest, and back up again.
While he seemed content to drive me crazy, I arched my hips up, needing him to enter me.
I’ve never felt so empty in my life.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he
finally
began to ease his long finger into me. My breath caught as he worked me while his tongue flicked across my nipple.
Keeping his movements slow, he cautiously pressed a second finger in. He bit down on my nipple, the pleasurable sting helping to distract me from the pain of my body stretching to accommodate his fingers.
As his mouth and fingers worked at me, I felt coiled tenseness grow. My hips began to undulate as I tried to find release.
“Please, Jake, I need more. Harder. More,” I mindlessly begged.
His groan vibrated against my nipple, his teeth tugging harder.
I was close, and I was pretty sure I was going to die if I came. It was too much, too big, too intense.
But I knew, without a doubt, I was going to die if I didn’t come soon.
Jake put his thumb on my clit and applied just the right amount of pressure. Moving it in small circles, his fingers thrust shallowly in and out.
White exploded behind my eyes as the tension broke and I came harder than I thought possible.
I died. I must have. I’m a puddle of nothing. There’s no way I’m moving again. Ever.
“God, baby, so wet, so tight.” Jake’s deep voice rumbled against my chest, his fingers gliding. He leaned back and the hard length of his cock pressed against my thigh.
Hey, what do you know, I’m ready to move. More than ready.
I need to.
Now.
“I want…” I started, losing focus as Jake’s mouth teased across my collarbone.
“What do you want?” he whispered in my ear, pressing his lips to the side of my neck.
“I need you in me.”
“Fuck.” He sat back.
My heart clenched as I watched him pull away.
Shit. This is it. This is where his mood changes and he’s back to being an asshole. I’m never getting laid. It’s just me, my smut, and my showerhead.
Instead of his face twisting in anger or disgust, Jake smiled sheepishly. “I have to go run to the car and grab… Well, the thing is, I didn’t want to assume. And I don’t bring girls here. So, I have to go to the car.” He bent to grab his jeans, almost tripping himself as he talked.
The fact that he didn’t have a Costco sized box of Magnums within reach was surprising. It was even more shocking that he really didn’t bring girls here. Seeing Jake so uncharacteristically ruffled was what touched me most. It was charming, but also reassuring.
I had no doubt I wanted him and this, but it helped to know he wanted me just as much.
“Jake, well, I mean, I’m on the pill, so you know,” I blurted out.
I’d been on the pill since I was sixteen as a precaution. Every time I went to pick up a new prescription I’d contemplate if I should even bother. I was happy I had. I knew how Jake felt about having kids, and I wanted him to know that there was an added layer of protection.
“I was tested after my last thing ended and it’s only you. Do you get what I’m sayin’?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, telling myself that the relief I felt at knowing he wasn’t going to be sleeping with anyone else was just about the safety aspect.
Jake distracted me from deeper analysis when he continued, asking, “Do you trust me, Piper?”
I nodded immediately.
“Fuck, such sweetness.” Jake dropped his jeans back down and returned to the bed, positioning himself between my thighs.
“You can still go get the condoms. I wasn’t telling you so you wouldn’t. I was just telling you so you’d know.”
He fisted his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit. “I don’t want anything between us when I finally get to feel you. I’ve wanted this since I saw you at the shop, and haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you since. Strokin’ my dick in the shower just isn’t cuttin’ it, baby. But you tell me to stop, I will. Swear it. You sure?”
I felt myself grow wetter at the mental image of him stroking himself. “I don’t think I’ve been surer of anything. Ever.”
Jake gripped his cock and guided it into me.