Chapter Twenty-Five

Avery

The first glass of wine went down way too smoothly. I poured myself a second glass and tried my best to relax. The tension between Jake and I transformed practically overnight. It wasn’t plain old tension at being forced to live together to get what we wanted. It was pure sexual tension. I could feel it coming off him in waves. He had been very hands-off all week. There hadn’t even been a single stolen kiss or a gentle touch tonight. I realized I missed it. I had kept telling myself I didn’t want the attention, but I liked it. How could I not like a man like Jake touching me and telling me how much he wanted to have sex with me?

He reached for the television remote, and I inwardly groaned. He wanted to watch television. Of course he did. I guessed I should have been happy he was willing to spend a Friday night alone at home with me at all. He could have easily jumped on his plane and headed home for some clubbing action with Drew.

He flipped the channel to one with a fireplace crackling.

“Uh, what is this?” I asked, finding myself falling into a bit of a trance as I watched the flames dancing on the huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

He smiled. “This is mood lighting. I love the sound of a fire burning, but it isn’t like Arizona or even southern California is cold enough to light a fire. I like to relax by the fire, and I especially like it when it doesn’t put out any heat.”

I giggled. “Mood lighting?”

He shrugged. “Yes. Unwinding with a glass of wine after a long day. Did you want to watch TV?”

“No,” I said too quickly.

“Good. Then let’s relax by the fire.”

“You did really good tonight. I think she ate it up. She can pretend she is a cold fish, but I think you melted the ice queen with your smooth words,” I told him.

He didn’t say anything for a while. “I meant most of it. I mean, it took me a long time to see it, but you really were the right girl at the wrong time. I hate that I didn’t see it before now.”

I could feel my cheeks heating and wasn’t sure if it was the wine or his sweet words. “I guess hindsight is twenty-twenty.”

“I can’t get you out of my head. I saw you that night I came home early. Ever since, all I can do is think about you naked. I want your body writhing as I fuck you senseless. I want to feel your sweet pussy clamping around my dick as you come.”

His words should have offended me. I should have told him to stop. I didn’t, and I couldn’t blame the wine. I hadn’t had nearly enough to consider myself drunk or even buzzed. It was him. He made me horny as hell.

I looked at him and let him see the desire boiling within me. I saw the second he realized I was giving him the green light. Now, it was up to him to follow through. I wouldn’t make the first move. I watched as he leaned forward to put his glass of wine on the coffee table before reaching out and taking mine out of my hands. He scooted closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The voice in the back of my mind kept telling me this was a really bad idea. I should run in the opposite direction. I knew that, but I wasn’t going to. I had been waiting for this moment for too long.

He leaned forward and gently kissed me. His lips barely brushed over mine. I prayed he wasn’t going to get up and walk away. I couldn’t handle the tension another minute. I needed the relief he promised me.

When he pulled away, I reached out and touched his cheek, looking into his eyes, pleading with him to give me more.

“Are you sure?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Yes.”

His lips slammed against mine, his tongue forcing my lips apart and plunging deep inside. I leaned back, giving him full access to my mouth. His fingers began to work at the buttons of my blouse. I felt a breeze wash over me as he opened my shirt. His hand slid behind me, released my bra.

He pulled me forward and removed my shirt and then my bra. His mouth left mine and closed over one nipple, suckling me with such intensity, heat pooled between my legs. I moaned low in my throat, running my hands through his hair, pulling him closer against me.

“Slow down,” he said, sliding his body down mine.

His fingers worked the button on my slacks before he slid the zipper down. “Lift your hips,” he ordered.

I did as he said, watching as he slid my pants down my legs. His hands moved over my thighs and then to my breasts to cup and kneed.

His mouth moved between my legs, trailing kisses up the inside of my thigh before resting over the small triangle of fabric covering my pussy. My breath was coming so fast, I began to feel lightheaded.

“Relax,” he whispered, the words blowing over my pussy. “I’m going to give you what you need.”

I whimpered, nodding my head, telling him to do as he pleased.

His hands moved to the outside of my thighs, pulling my panties down slowly over my hips. I lifted my ass a fraction to let him pull them down around my knees. His breath was causing millions of tiny goosebumps to pop up over my body.

He pulled the panties off and then grabbed my legs, sliding my body down the couch. With one foot, he pushed the coffee table back a few inches and settled himself between my legs. I opened my legs wider without him asking. I was desperate for him to show me exactly what he had promised.

“This is one,” he whispered before running his tongue up my slit.

I cried out, arching my back and inadvertently pressing myself against his mouth. His fingers reached up, spreading my pussy open, leaving me far more exposed than I had ever been in my life. Once again, he ran his tongue over my slit. I could already feel an orgasm blooming deep within. I couldn’t come. Not yet. I wanted this to last. When he slid one finger inside me, I was a goner. I could feel my juices flooding over his hand, my pussy quivering in delight at the invasion.

“There you go. You’re ready. So soon, Avery? Have you wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you?” He whispered the words, the breath against my exposed core heightening my pleasure.

He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue. Stars exploded in front of my eyes as he pushed in deeper. I screamed his name as the orgasm slammed into my body, pinning me back against the couch as he wiggled his tongue inside me.

“Oh, Jake,” I cried, in total shock at how powerful my orgasm was.

He pulled his tongue out and stuck a finger back in, shoving in deep as my hips arched up to take him deeper. He stopped moving and kissed my stomach, his hand massaging my thigh as I slowly floated back down to earth from somewhere high in the sky where I had skyrocketed with the orgasm.

“Ready for two?” he whispered.

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

“You can.”

His mouth closed over my pussy once again, where he began to slowly lap at my swollen nub before sucking on it. It was excruciating pleasure like I had never felt before. It was too sensitive. My head thrashed back and forth as I tried to pull away. My arms and legs were twitching as he sucked and then nibbled. My body was tightening to the point where I felt as if I would snap in two. I had to find release or I would surely die.

“Now,” he breathed, pulling his mouth away and staring down at my pussy as he stuck one finger inside me. I watched as his gaze focused between my legs. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in my life. When he pushed in the second finger, I was lost to the sensations washing over my body, as if I were being pulled out to sea on a massive wave that was ebbing and flowing in time with his fingers inside my body.

I heard myself release a primal scream as the wave finally took me under. His hands pulling me to the floor brought me back to the present. My body was completely relaxed, every muscle spent.

“Turn around,” he said before kissing my neck.

I awkwardly got to my knees and turned around to face the couch. He pushed me in the center of the back until I bent at the waist, resting my face against the couch cushion.

His hands worked to spread my legs before moving between me to finger me.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been dying to for the past seven years.”

When his heavy cock replaced his finger, I moaned low in my throat at the feel of his head probing my hole. I moved backward, anxious to feel him inside me. He didn’t deny me and slid in nice and slow, stretching me with every full inch. I had forgotten how big he was. When he was in up to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against me, I moved back and wiggled my hips, hoping to take a little more.

I heard him hiss as his hand moved to steady my hips. “Woah,” he said.

I rolled my head to the side to look behind me. The sight of his muscular chest, his hand on my ass, and the feeling of him buried inside me stirred up another orgasm. I had never been big on the visuals during sex, but with him it was different. I liked watching him fuck me. It made it all so much better.

“You’re squeezing my dick,” he said, groaning.

I moved my hips again and watched his eyes close. I liked knowing I could give him the same kind of pleasure he gave me.

His eyes popped open, and he looked at me with such hot passion, I nearly came right then. With both hands on my hips, he pulled out and then slammed into me. My mouth dropped open with the force of the thrust.

“More,” I said, holding his eyes with mine the entire time.

He began a slow, steady pace before picking it up and driving into me. I couldn’t look at him any longer and dropped my face to the couch as the spiral of another orgasm started low in my toes. I felt the intensity of his grip tightening on my hips as he drove in harder and faster.

My head was suddenly pulled back as he grabbed a handful of my hair, bringing my face up to the couch. I screamed his name, riding out another powerful orgasm.

“Fuck!” he yelled, dropping my hair and holding on to my hips as if he were a man drowning.

I felt him explode inside me and shouted his name.

“Jake! Oh god, Jake!” I cried out.

He collapsed against my back, his face resting between my shoulder blades. My heavy breathing matched his as I waited for my heart rate to slow. He finally pulled out and sat down on the floor, his back pressed against the couch.

I managed to roll over and sit beside him. I felt like a big bowl of Jell-O. We sat like that for several minutes before he jumped to his feet.

He reached out to me, and I took his hand, letting him pull me to a standing position. I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed to be standing naked in front of him.

He reached down and scooped me up, one hand behind my knees and the other around my back.

I yelped. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going to bed. I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a grin.

My eyes widened. “There’s no way I can after that.”

He smiled. “Oh, I guarantee you, you can.”

I giggled and let him carry me out of the living room but insisted on walking up the stairs. I was going to enjoy every minute of this night. I would not feel guilty about having fun. I deserved it.