CHAPTER TWELVE
Lacey
"I had to do something," I said. The bed shifted when I moved to get up, and instead of taking the hint that I wanted to move away from him and the intimidating tension in his body, Jake only moved closer.
"Something about what?" he asked. "You're perfect just the way you are."
My head fog was beginning to clear. Between the quick nap and the drugs draining from my system, I almost felt like my normal self again. Almost.
"Perfect? Me?" Not when I had fucked Amanda's man--my stepfather--over and over again, like a movie reel on repeat. "No, Jake. I'm definitely not."
"You are, and that's why I can't let you go again."
"But you're an engaged man...or married or something."
"I'm not. I called off the wedding. Amanda and I are nothing to each other anymore."
I nearly fall off the bed in shock. "What happened?"
Sighing, Jake got off the bed and took a few steps back. "I've been a bastard all my life, Lacey." Another deep breath expanded his already wide chest. "I've done a lot of fucked up shit to a lot of people, especially women. I’ve fucked two sometimes three women at the same time. Even when they're pissed at me, these women wanted to fuck and as long as they didn't stick around after, I didn't care."
He stepped close to the bed again, put out a hand and touched my cheek. For a guy who sat behind a desk, his hands were calloused and rough. Too focused on his dick, and his gorgeous face and body, I'd never noticed that before. "When I met you, princess, I wanted to fuck you all the time and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. And when you let me fuck your sweet ass even after you found out I was engaged to Amanda, my conscience didn't make a single sound."
Why was he telling me all these things? Didn't he already hurt me enough?
"But I realized the day of the wedding just how much that hurt you. You're not like me, princess. You said you wanted out and you got out. But when you were gone, I knew that if going through with the arrangement I had with Amanda meant losing you, I'd happily let her go."
This was all so confusing. He didn't marry my mom, and they had some sort of "arrangement" from before?
"Jake. What are you saying? Why were you even with my mom if you could give her up so easily?"
He laughed, but he didn’t sound amused. “Easy? Princess, if only you knew.”
“Then make me understand.”
"I don't love her. I never did. But what she offered was just what I look for. She’s older and already had her own kid." I could’ve sworn that Jake grew red then, but he held my eyes with his own. "I don't want kids. That's why I only date women over forty. Their maturity is a big plus for me. They're not trying to figure themselves out. They know what they want. And, they accept all of who I am. They don’t try to change me into a nicer guy, or somebody who likes the theater, none of that shit. They take everything in this package of mine."
I shook my head, not getting how that was about me. "But I didn’t try to make you change."
"I know, that's the messed up thing. You didn’t try to change me, you just did it. You made me care about you, about your happiness, about your safety. And you made me want you. You're young and sweet, still fumbling along in your life to find your way, but you're also pretty damn mature. All these things that make up who you are, that's what I want." Jake brushed his thumb over my mouth. "Lacey, will you let me have you?"
He looked so sincere, so passionate. But something was holding me back. We'd been through so much in just the last few weeks. And he’d just broken it off with mom. It felt too strange.
"I..." Should I tell him I loved him? No. He might think it's permission to be an asshole to me again. "I don't think so." I took his hand between mine. "You just called off your engagement to my mom. As much as I...as I want you, I don't think we should date right now, not so soon after everything. Let's give it some time."
Although how much time, I didn't know. He was still Jake, the man who made me lose my mind with a single touch. Even now with just his hand in mine, I felt weak.
"I get it, princess. It's a lot to swallow." He teased me with a slow squeeze of my hand. "But I'm dying to make love to you and show you just much you mean to me." His voice was a low growl, going from pleading to demanding in one breath.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my pussy was starting to tingle and get wet. But…
"No, Jake. Not right now."
Watching the disappointment in his face, I thought he would pull away and say forget it, but he sat down on the bed next to me.
"Whenever you're ready, baby, I'm here. I'll eat your ass for as long as you want." He leaned into me, smiling and seductive, filling my senses with the masculine scent of aftershave and clean, male sweat. "And once your hole is nice and loose and ready for my cock, I'll slide it in real deep."
God. His sex talk always turned me on. I squirmed against him and wanted so badly to just fall on my back and let him fuck my ass.
My ass. Always my ass.
I turned to Jake. "Why do you always want to have anal? Don't you want to fuck my pussy?"
He drew back while a small blush colored his cheek. I could see it clearly now, a hint of red under his tan skin. "It's because you’re young and fertile. Anal was a way of making sure you wouldn’t get pregnant. I don’t want kids."
I bit my lip. I've never thought of having kids. Even when the other girls in my classes were playing with baby dolls, I was more interested in books or even just daydreaming. Kids had never been on my radar.
"Oh, okay. That makes sense. I just thought..."
"What did you think, princess?"
"I just thought there was something wrong with me down there, or something..." I felt stupid for even saying the words I'd thought before. Jake had worshipped my cunt with his mouth and hands, he obviously loved it.
"What did I tell you? You're absolutely perfect," he said. "I'm the one who is the asshole who doesn't think he needs to explain himself."
“But now you have explained. Thank you.” I kissed him, lingering on the taste of his firm masculine lips and the stubble surrounding them. Even just kissing him loosened my legs. Despite our serious and intense conversation, my lower lips watered to taste him.
Jake groaned against my mouth and shifted us on the bed so we were both lying down. “That was all I had to do?” He stroked my hips and pushed aside the thin gown that already left my ass out. “Just tell you why I only want to fuck your ass so you’ll let me fuck your ass?”
I sighed with each stroke of his hands that moved closer to my pussy. Like a whore, I opened my legs wide for him. “Don’t…” I groaned like an ass slut as his fingers slid through my pussy juices before making straight for my back door. “Don’t fuck me. You can play with me a little. But only a little. Okay?”
“Okay, princess.” He kissed me under my chin, down my neck, then rolled me only my stomach. “Your wish is my command.”
I groaned when his mouth found my asshole. My breathy, whorish sounds became animalistic grunts the more he used his tongue, fluttering that wet muscle around my hole, playing with it and around it, but not quite stretching me and getting me ready for his giant knob.
“Jake…” I pushed my ass back into his face, wiggling from the pleasure he gave me. But he was going so slow, torturing my asshole while he pinched and my ass cheeks and stroked my hard and wet clit. It was like a delicious appetizer before the main meal. I knew it wouldn’t fill me up, but it would do me until it was dinner time when I would gobble up all the meat he had to offer.
“Stick your tongue inside me, Jake. Please.” I cried out when he did just that and slapped my clit. The feeling burned through me like a bolt of lightning. “Oh, God… Yes, Daddy! Just like that!”
He ate my ass like it was his main meal. His tongue fucked into my rear channel and he pinched my clit, slapped it then soothed it with gentle strokes of his amazing fingers. Screams of pleasure tore out of me again and again. I rode Jake’s face and the bliss he offered me to a screaming orgasm that left my ears ringing.
I collapsed into the sheets on my stomach. “Oh my God! I love you so much. You’re so good to me.”
Behind me, Jake froze. “You love me?” He shifted and abruptly appeared next to me. He pulled the sheets up over my body, and only then did I realize how cold the room was.
“I do, Jake. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“Good.” He smiled cocky and pleased. “Because I love you too.”