“Is there still a man?” Janey asked.
Michelle pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. Is there still a man today? If so, tell me all about him! What does he look like? Have you kissed? Is he a good kisser? Is his schlong thick? Long? Small? Oh, God! I hope it’s not small. Is it small?”
Michelle draped her arm over her eyes and groaned. It was six thirty-seven in the morning, and Janey was asking for a rundown on Jake. On a Sunday.
Taking a deep breath as to not yell at her very pregnant friend, she calmed herself down. “Janet McCleod, I love you. Be thankful I love you, because anyone else who calls me at this ungodly hour on a weekend without an actual emergency wouldn’t hear from me again. At the moment, I am not thinking of—him—so as to torture you as much as you are torturing me at this moment. Good. Bye.”
Michelle pressed end on her screen, put her phone to mute and rolled over. She hoped she could fall right back into the dream she woke up from. She and Jake had been soaking in a large tub as his hands explored her body. That incessant ringing had pulled her out of her dream just as his think fingers reached the slick folds between her legs.
Her skin was shiny with sweat, and her nipples puckered tight with need. Michelle squeezed her legs tight as she recalled the dream. She cursed her friend for her eagerness to learn more about Jake.
Jake.
She wondered if his muscles were as smooth and tight as they felt against her bare back as they had in her dream. Were there any tattoos to explore along his skin? Would his dick stretch her dusty and underused core?
At the thought, her fingers skimmed down her exposed stomach. With her eyes shut, she imagined the rough pads of Jake’s fingers moving down and under her panties. They teased her lips first and then her opening before working her with one and then two of his thick fingers.
Ding.
Her tablet chimed from across the room, pulling her from her sexy thoughts. She removed her hands and pulled her gown down roughly. Her clit throbbed painfully as it begged for relief—relief that she hoped to receive from Jake.
They’d only kissed thus far. Seeing as she’d just met him, this was her norm. Too bad Jake wasn’t. He was different—someone who would shatter her in and out of bed. In bed, she looked forward to it. It was the out of the bed part that squeezed her chest.
Jake was a heartbreaker. Not that he would set out to do it, but it would still happen. She couldn’t get the man out of her head. The way he was knitting himself around her heart was terrifying. He didn’t just have looks or a body to rival every man in town. No, he was smart, funny, and kind. His witty sarcasm kept her on her toes and left her with stitches in her side.
Jake Smith would most definitely shred her heart to bits and pieces.
The problem was she was addicted. She wanted, no, needed more time with him. Thankfully, he seemed to need the same thing. Before their scorching kiss against her car, they’d agreed to meet today for tubing. Michelle had also offered to make lunch before Jake would drive them there.
This was why Michelle needed sleep. Time would only creep by until then. If only she could relax…
Her mind drifted back to the dream and the feel of his lips across her neck. Images of what she wanted to feel with Jake floated around her head… his lips trailing kisses down her chest until he licked and sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth and then the other… hands pulling her hips against him so she could feel his solid length against her center… Jake ravishing her mouth before pulling her up along his body until she straddled his face and rode wave after wave of ecstasy at his command.
All the images and fantasies wound her tight. Her fingers roamed into the front of her panties, across her throbbing clit, and toward the dampness at her opening. Moving the material aside, Michelle ran her fingertips through her slickness. She pressed her heels into the mattress and let her knees fall apart.
Needing to find her release, her fingers grazed the bud of nerves. She worked herself until stars sprang in her eyes and a cry tore from her throat. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession. As good as it felt to come, Michelle found herself as wound as she was before.
Rolling onto her stomach, she let out a strangled, “Fuck!”
She had been alone for a very long time now, with only her fingers, vibrator, and imagination to get her through the lonely nights. Never before had an orgasm not taken off the edge. It seemed that Jake broke her.
Once her breathing slowed, Michelle forced herself to her feet. She took a hot shower in hopes it would loosen the knots in her back. When that didn’t work, her bare feet padded into the kitchen, hoping cooking would do the trick.
Michelle put her face in her hands. “What has he done to me?”
“You can hang your coat in here,” Michelle told Jake as she opened the closet near the front door. She watched him grab a hangar and hang his coat. Today he wore a white, long-sleeved thermal and faded jeans. His jeans hung off his waist, and she couldn’t help but notice the way they wrapped around a nicely shaped ass.
“Like what you see?” Jake asked with a mischievous smile.
Michelle’s face burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe he caught her staring. “It seems you have a nice ass.”
Jake turned to face her. He took three short strides, and she found herself pressed against a wall in her foyer. His hands dove into the hair at the sides of her head, and his eyes bore into hers. “I’m glad you think so. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your nice everything either.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, even against my better judgment.” His whispered confession came out raspy, filled with what Michelle guessed was a mix of lust and grief.
His eyes focused on her lips, and she mentally begged him to kiss her. When he didn’t move, Michelle rolled to her toes and placed her hands on either side of his neck. Her kiss was desperate, full of need and want.
The need to ease his pain and the want to have him as hers flooded her. This man was getting under her skin like no other before. It both scared her and excited her.
His teeth nibbled on her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. Ribbons of desire coiled around and down her spine to her throbbing clit. She moaned and pressed her breasts against him, needing to bring their bodies closer.
His hands glided down her sides and cupped her butt, then he lifted her against him. Michelle wrapped her legs around Jake’s waist and gasped into his mouth at the feel of his jean-clad dick against her. She should probably stop this madness but couldn’t bring herself to lie.
She wanted this. She craved this man.
Michelle grabbed at the hair on his head, which was wet from melted snowflakes, and kissed him harder. Jake moaned into her mouth as his tongue rubbed against hers. Her heart beat wildly against her ribs. Each touch and kiss from Jake was pulling her apart at the seams then putting her back together.
The feeling was unbelievable.
Jake held her against him and stepped away from the wall. Michelle trailed kisses along the stubble at his jaw and down his neck, where she teased his Adam’s apple. She opened her eyes briefly when Jake lowered their bodies.
Michelle tugged the throw from under her knee, tossing it aside before adjusting herself over his lap. She brought her hands to his face and fell into his eyes. Her breaths came quickly, and her heart pounded away with only his kiss and touch.
“What are you doing to me?” Jake asked, seconds before sealing his mouth to hers.
Michelle’s body was on fire. Jake’s fingers dug into the flesh at her hips, but no pain came. Her hips rolled on their own. Finding his hard thickness under her, she began moving over him. They had far too many clothes on, but she didn’t want to break their kiss.
His hands released her hips and found the button to her jeans. The sound of her zipper echoed in her ear as he lowered it. Jake lifted her so she leaned on one knee and laid her down on the couch.
He moaned against her lips. “What you do to me!” His hand grabbed and positioned hers, and she felt his hot erection trying to break free. It was a powerful feeling. Michelle loved that she could make him crazy.
“Michelle?” Jake called, forcing her to open her eyes. His hands grabbed the denim at both of her hips as he silently asked for more.
She lifted off the couch and helped him remove the cumbersome material. He removed her socks and kissed one toe and then the others. Each time his lips pressed against her bare skin, her arousal heightened.
Jake moved from her upper thighs to her exposed midsection. She bit back a moan of frustration and sifted through the silky strands of hair on his head. He continued lifting her shirt little by little and left kisses on the newly bared skin.
She watched his eyes darken with desire as he stared down on her after tossing her shirt aside. One of his fingers moved down her neck. Her body shivered with delight as he pushed aside one strap and placed openmouthed kisses along her skin before moving to the other side. With a flick of his fingers under her back, he freed her breasts.
No one had taken their time with her body before. It was both exhilarating and maddening. She needed him inside of her as much as she needed her next breath. Michelle unbuttoned his jeans, her fingers itching to explore his body, but Jake gently stopped her hands from doing more.
“This is about you, Elle,” he said and brushed his lips against hers.
No one in her life called her Elle. Coming from this sexy man, she loved it. It made her feel special and unique.
Any thought after that disappeared when his tongue swirled and flicked her pebbled nipple. Michelle arched her back, offering herself to him.
Jake suckled, nibbled, and teased each of her nipples. His free hand plucked at the sensitive flesh before cupping her heat. The feel of his heavy hand on her caused her hips to lift, trying to find the release she knew only Jake could give her.
“You’re so wet,” he rasped around her nipple. His fingers pushed the material aside, and a moan ripped from deep inside her when one thick finger slid through her folds. “Damn…” He groaned, pushing it inside her.
Her hips bucked off the couch when one and then two fingers slipped into her sex. It felt nothing like her fantasies. Jake pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and moved his fingers in and out of her.
She squirmed under him, her body coiling with every touch. Michelle was sure to explode in record time. Suddenly, he removed his fingers and she was empty and on edge. Jake raised himself, and her body became cold as he took his warmth with him.
He helped her sit on the couch, but she couldn’t form the words she needed to figure out what went wrong. When he chuckled, she considered kicking him in the balls.
“You really are gorgeous, even if you are plotting my murder,” he said before dropping to one knee and then the other. “You can’t deny it, Elle. I see it in your eyes.”
He put his hands on her knees and rubbed them up her legs. After grabbing her hips, he tugged her down, her bottom nearly falling off the edge of the cushion.
“Don’t kill me just yet,” he said with a wink.
Michelle watched his head lower, and her sigh turned into a deep moan as his mouth covered her core.
“Mmm… you taste sweet,” Jake said against her lips. The vibrations of his words over her flesh felt amazing.
Jake lifted her legs and spread them as far as they would go. He pulled back, and she squirmed when he stared at her exposed sex. She heard his approving groan a moment before he took his time eating her out.
If she thought he was a great kisser before, she was wrong. Jake was very talented with his tongue, lips, and hands. Within no time, Michelle’s body tightened.
Her orgasm took her breath away as her body arched. Jake worked her until every convulsion passed through her. Only then did he slow his licks before working her body to another release.
Michelle tried to push herself up, hoping to have her time pleasing the man. Except, Jake put his palm over her shoulder and gently pushed her back down.
Three.
Three earth-shattering orgasms later, Jake flicked his tongue over her clit one last time. The smile he graced her with reminded her of the cat that got the mouse. Or maybe in this case, the dog that got the pussy? His smugness only made her laugh. She was a puddle of satisfied bliss.