Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I kissed harder, faster, wanting more, wanting these secret longings I’d kept locked up. As if he could feel my need, Jake pulled away slightly and asked, “Do you want to take this upstairs to my bed?”
“Yes, please,” I replied, and he chuckled.
I climbed off his lap and went for the stairs. Jake grabbed my bag and swatted my ass. I was running up the stairs, and he was quickly following me. We were laughing and wanting and racing to his room.
When we got there, he dropped my bag and his mouth took mine again. There was nothing in the world like kissing Jake.
“Can you, um, take my shirt off too?” I asked. I loved that he went at my pace, that he let me lead or verbalize what I wanted or needed.
“Yeah, yeah of course.” I lifted my arms, and Jake tugged my tee over my head. He rubbed his thumb against my flat nipple, which immediately pebbled under the touch. “You like it when I kind of lead, right? When I do it after you ask me to or if I ask permission first?”
I melted against him, my heart thudding in my chest, my eyes misting slightly because yes, he got it. Jake got me. And he must like it because he was still there and not pushing. Not trying to go too far or too fast.
“Hey, why are you crying?” He wiped under my eye.
“I’m sorry. I…I wanted this, and I didn’t know if I would ever find someone who would give it to me the way I needed. And I know it’s not serious or whatever, but thank you.”
“Sweetheart, being with you is nothing you have to thank me for, okay?” He pressed tender kisses to my lips.
“Okay.” I nodded. “I want you to lay me down…but you get on top of me this time. If you want?” I needed to feel surrounded by him, by his scent and strength and kindness.
“I want.” Jake laid me down, then knelt between my spread legs before coming down on top of me.
We kissed and grinded together the way we’d done on the couch. It felt like electricity was running the length of my body, and I craved more. “If you want, whenever you want, we can…we can take our pants off.”
Jake growled into my neck, and power rose inside me. This power that came with feeling wanted. Jake wanted me. Not just a body to fuck the way Colton had.
He leaned up on his knees and worked my button and zipper open. He changed positions so he could tug off my pants, then stood and did the same with his own. He wore black boxer briefs, and his bulge was super prominent. He looked down at me. I was smaller than him, thinner. I wore boxer trunks, so mine were shorter than his, and God, I wanted him to like what he saw.
“You are so sexy,” he said breathlessly.
He went to get back on the bed, but I shook my head, and he immediately stopped. I turned off my fear, the past, and tried to live in this moment with this man I wanted in ways I’d never wanted anyone else.
I looked at him, watched him as I hooked my fingers in the waist of my underwear. I waited because I knew this was new for him—having a man in his bed.
When Jake nodded, I tugged them down. My aching cock sprang free, and another growl pulled from Jake’s chest.
I wanted him to tell me I was pretty, to touch me with care instead of rough, pushy hands and nothing more than the need to come.
“I can put them back on,” I said when he didn’t speak.
I moved to do so, trying not to feel rejected, but he rushed out, “No, don’t. I thought about this… Jesus, I jacked off thinking about it, and now I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that it’s really happening. And you’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t think you know it. I don’t want to mess this up. I want you, but this is new to me too, and I don’t know exactly what I’m doing here. I mean, I’m pretty sure I can figure it out, but…”
I chuckled. “I don’t want it all, but we can… If you take your underwear off too, we can rub off on each other like we did before. Do you have lube or lotion?”
“Lotion.” He plucked it from the drawer and set it on the bed.
Jake pulled his underwear off, and I nearly had to bite my tongue not to mumble all sorts of crazy, embarrassing things. He was thick and hard, so hard and veiny, with this pearl of precome at the tip that I wanted to taste.
He went slowly as he sank back down on me. He held himself up with his arms so he didn’t put all his weight on me, then thrust against me. It was so simple, yet my eyes rolled back and I called out. I wrapped my arms around him, tugged him on top of me, wanting his weight. Jake gave it to me, and we kissed and rutted and holy fuck, how had I gone years without this?