Chapter 14

Brooke

His lips against mine were warm—just like the rest of him. His hands, caressing my arms and shoulders, his adoring gaze, it was all warm. Hot actually, I could feel it all scorching me. His kisses travelled down to my collarbone, up one shoulder and down the other. I groaned. God, every kiss was so sensuous, so nibbly and flawless. Already, I was incredibly wet.

But Jake was just getting started. He tongued at the inside of my mouth, thrusting his tongue in rapidly and quickly, a foreshadowing of what was to come. When I drew back for some air, his hand grabbed my braid and pulled my lips back to his.

His hands swept up and down my sides, pausing at every ripple of my dress, rubbing me with the palm of his hand. When he reached my tits, his hand snaked down to join the other one. As our lips sucked and nibbled at each other, his hands fondled my breasts over my dress.

Another groan escaped my mouth. Jake paused, smiling. One hand latched onto my dress strap, then the other. In one fluid motion, he yanked my dress down—and gasped, as he took in the sight of my half naked body. All I was wearing was panties, no bra. My dress had been thick enough to go without. And now, Jake was bowled-over by the sight of my bare full tits.

“Dear God,” he murmured.

He lowered himself so that he was face to face with them. Taking them in his hands, like they were holy things, he felt them gingerly.

“They’re perfect,” he breathed.

Satisfaction rippled through me as he caressed them slowly and painstakingly. Fuck, it felt so good. As if every touch was a sort of prayer, our bodies moving together a hymn.

When his lips latched over my tit, I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands snaked down to find his dick, poking through his parts—incredibly hard—and big. As wet tendrils of pleasure flickered through my breast to my whole body, I caressed him. When his lips kissed their way to my other breast, I unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. He groaned, and I grabbed what I really wanted. He was rock-hard and even just caressing him with my hand felt incredibly good.

Now Jake was kissing his way down my front, while his hands snaked around my panties. He kissed along the rippled edge of the red lace. He snapped the band and my fingers latched into his thick dark curls. Oh yes.

He slipped his fingers under the lace and moans spilled out of my mouth as he slipped his fingers inside me. While his one hand fingered me, gently at first, his other pulled off my panties and tossed them aside. Into the grass. The grass that we were laying on. The grass behind the Hollywood sign—where someone could show up any minute.

Remembering just where we were, I grabbed Jake’s hand. He looked at me with surprised confusion.

“We’re just—out in the open,” I said.

He looked around, as if remembering for the first time.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, just as he started vibrating his finger inside me.

I groaned. Sure, we could go home and do this, or at least go back to the car. But right here, right now, this was perfect. Really, I didn’t want Jake to stop—I wanted him to keep on going.

And, as he lowered his lips to my pussy, I realized the truth. That this wasn’t insanely hot despite the fact that we could get caught. It was insanely hot because of it.

As his mouth joined his hand in pleasuring my pussy, my head dropped back onto the grass. It felt so fucking good. The way his tongue mashed on my clit over and over again, at the same building rhythm as his pumping finger. He nibbled his way up and down my pussy lips, kissed and sucked them as I cooed. How was it that he knew just how to touch me? He even tongue-fucked me a few times, which sent my whole body out of my control. Then, he kissed his way back to my clit, and slipped his fingers back inside of me.

“So fucking wet,” he growled.

“More,” I moaned back, opening my legs wider.

“What’s that?” he said, jamming his finger in as fast and far as it would go, “You want more?”

Amidst the powerful bursts of pleasure overtaking my body, it took all I had to gasp, “Yes—please. More—oh God, please.”

As he upped his pace on my pussy and clit, more and more, my brain began swimming with pleasure.

“More?” Jake said, pulling his fingers out of me, then flipping me around he shoved himself into me all at once, “How’s this for more?”

The shriek coming out of my mouth was the answer. I could barely think, barely breathe, so much intense feeling was coursing through me. From my pussy as he shoved his huge cock into me, to my tits, as his hands snaked around and around, still caressing them.

“Jaaaake,” I groaned weakly, as he slowed down, stroking my head.

“Sorry Brooke,” he said, “I’m just enjoying this way too much to stop.”

As release edged away, I shoved my pussy back onto his cock.

He smacked my ass.

“What’s that—you still want more?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” I said, as I shoved my pussy onto his hard dick—over and over again. “Give me all of your fucking cock, hard.”

And he did. Dipping into me, he thrust into me fast and hard, like a jack-hammer, over and over until the sounds coming out of my mouth were no longer mine.

“Ughhh yeahhhh,” he was growling as our bodies slammed into each other.

Now his thrusts had become slower, but deeper. Each time it left our bodies shaking with the after-pleasure of it. Thrust, tremble, thrust, tremble. All the while, this building pleasure, this building fuck-ton of motherfucking nirvanic pleasure, swelling to the release.

Now my whole body was shaking with his thrusts and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please,” I groaned, “please let me cum.”

He paused to pat my head.

“Not just yet.”

He sat down and pulled me on top of him, so that my ass was facing him, but his dick was inside me.

“You want this dick? Then ride it, ride it until you get your release.”

I needed no more instruction than that. I bobbed my pelvis up and down so that his cock went both deeper and shallower into my pussy. Up and down, side to side, I ground my pussy onto him with all I had. And fuck did it feel good. Like his dick was penetrating every part of me, filling me with raw pleasure and need. Now, there were no thoughts, wants, or actions. There was only an urge and a need to satisfy it— more and more and MORE, until my body was shuddering with it—this feeling, this feeling, this fucking feeling. Soon, I was the feeling—a part of it, shaking with it, howling with it. Until his body and mine were one in a single final thrust of joy as he released his orgasm into me and I onto him, the long fingers of pleasure passing through every part of me.

Then it was over, the grass was our bed and the stars our ceiling. Jake’s fingers ran up and down my body automatically, as if they’d been made for expressly that purpose. I let out a satiated gurgle of pleasure. He turned my face so he could smile into it.

“That was—I’ve never—”

“Me too,” I murmured happily.

It was the truth, too. Mark had fucked me the wildest, but Jake had fucked me the most sensually. Every movement of his limbs had been so hot and erotic. Our bodies seemed made for each other. Even now, face to face with him, I found my lips irresistibly drawn to his shoulders. They danced with nibbly little sucks on the random constellation of freckles there, while he giggled.

“No way,” I said.

I drew back to look into his delighted eyes.

“You do not have ticklish shoulders.”

He pressed his lips together.

“Okay, I don’t.”

I shoved him, then plastered my lips back on his shoulders. As they shuddered with laughter, I threw myself up again and cried, “You totally do!!”

Together, we rolled around on the grass, kissing and tickling each other, then kissing and tickling each other some more. The soft wind licked our bare skin, while the pinprick stars twinkled down upon us.

When I started nuzzling my head into his chest and closing my eyes, Jake paused.

“I really hate to do this—but I think we should probably go.”

I let out a noncommittal noise, nuzzling myself deeper against him.

“Seriously though,” he said, patting my bum, “We were lucky enough as it was that no one came up here this whole time. If we go to sleep here, I can pretty much guarantee we’ll have company.”

I sighed. Right now, I was so sleepy and comfortable, that sounded just fine with me. But my last whisper of wakeful logic spoke to me. Get your ass up, Brooke. It sounded kind of like Karly, and, groaning, I obliged.

After Jake and I had stumbled in our clothes, I leaned on him for support. Without a moment’s hesitation, he swept me up in his arms.

“Jake!” I exclaimed, with a great whoop of laughter, “What are you doing?”

“Conveying you to our chariot,” Jake said, in a stately voice, “You are weary from such strenuous activities.”

I giggled, kissing his chest.

“I don’t know. As strenuous as the activities were, I’d say they were totally worth it.”

“I agree,” Jake said, patting my head.

It wasn’t long before we’d reached the car and he’d gently placed me inside. The ride home was one quick doze, and all too soon, Jake was shaking me awake.

“Brooke—we’re here.”

“Huh?” I said, looking at him stupidly.

“At your apartment,” he said, shaking me some more.

Grudgingly, I sat up.

“So, we’re here,” Jake said, “But if you want, you could stay over at my place.”

A blurry excitement coursed through me, and I tried thinking clearly.

“I—do you think that would be a good idea?”

He smiled, then frowned.

“I—well you don’t have your work clothes, plus I’d probably have to drive you to and from work.”

I waved my hand.

“I’ll just sleep here.”

“Are you sure?” he said.

As disappointment darkened his brown eyes, I kissed him on the cheek.

“Yeah. I had the greatest time, really I did. I always sleep best at my own place and going in to work together doesn’t seem like the best idea right now.”

“You don’t want to upset Mark,” Jake concluded with a frown.

I sighed.

“I don’t want any more drama like there has been, okay? Jake, I had the best time with you—and I really, really like you. Let’s not ruin the night with this.”

Jake paused, then nodded, kissing me on the cheek.

“You’re right, of course. I had a great time too. Sleep well, Brooke.”

“See you tomorrow,” I said with a wave.

Then I turned and set out to my apartment. As I got on the elevator, it struck me how natural things had seemed. Sleeping with one of my bosses. Jake was just so easy to talk to and so earnest. He gave me butterflies all over. I touched my lips, remembering how sensually he’d kissed me.

It was only once I was tucked into bed, seconds away from sleep, that a thought occurred to me. I had no idea who I was excited to see tomorrow.