Love In Secrets (Love Distilled #3) - Scarlett Cole Page 0,46

Moving her hips against his hand, she bottomed out against his finger, and Jake added a second, the extra thickness that she need to let go.

“Jake,” she called out, shaking, her legs unsteady, as she rode out her orgasm, taking every vibration and spasm he gave her.

Before she could catch her breath, Jake was on his feet, his body in her space, pressing her back against the cold tile. “Well, that was hotter than I imagined.” He kissed her hard, an ugly coming together of teeth and tongues and lips. She wondered if a fourth orgasm was too greedy to ask for or a real possibility.

As the high of her orgasm receded, she realized Jake was still rock hard between the two of them. “How did it end? When you were in the shower by yourself.”

“I’m a pretty visual guy, Cass. You on your knees, sucking me off before I came on your breasts. But seriously, I didn’t do that expecting you to—”

She pressed her lips to his to silence him, then switched their places so he was leaning against the tile. “How did it start?” she asked. “Oh, right. Lips, kissing, sucking.” She ignored his dick for the time being. Let him suffer for a little while. She pressed a kiss to his hip, teasing him as she licked along his groin.

“Mmm,” Jake moaned before inhaling deeply.

He reached for his dick, but she batted his hand away. “Ah, ah, ah. It’s my turn now. You can wait while I kiss you.”

She looked up at him, could see the almost stricken look on his face, his eyes etched with need. He ran his thumb along her lower lip as she studied him.

“Then what?” Jake asked gruffly, echoing her own question to him.

Without using her hands, she ran her tongue along the deep vein of his cock, flicking his head with the tip of it.

Jake gasped at the action, so she repeated it again and smiled when he called out her name like a curse.

Taking pity on him, she gripped him firmly and sucked him into her mouth, the water from the shower easing him in.

“Yeah, Cass. Your mouth feels so good.”

Slowly, she stroked him, a gentle action at first, then faster and firmer. His dick throbbed in her hand as the tip leaked in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the slit, savoring the way his body twitched and jerked, relishing the way he groaned and cursed.

His hips began to thrust, not so far as taking over, but the natural need to move against something he was obviously enjoying. His hand stroked her cheek, and then lifted her chin ever so slightly. “Eyes, Cass,” he gasped.

Desperate to see his shower daydreams come true, she sucked ever harder, her eyes never leaving his.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he gasped. “Can I?”

She reached for his balls, tugging on them gently, before letting him slide out of her mouth. “Please.”

Jake took his cock, and far more firmly than she would have done, he began to jerk himself hard. She pushed her breasts together, lifting them to him in readiness, but focused on the way his chest strained, how his neck muscles were corded.

“Fuck,” he cried on a gasp.

She kept her eyes on his as he came on her chest repeatedly.

“Ah, shit.” His head dropped and his stroking slowed.

Cassie took the end of his dick back into her mouth. This time when he said her name, it sounded like a prayer.

He lifted her to her feet in one swift movement and held her to him, his head nestled in the wet hair at her neck. “Better than the fucking daydream,” he muttered.

Cassie smiled against his shoulder as the water cascaded over them. After a few minutes, when they finished showering, Jake opened the door and passed her a towel for her hair, then wrapped her in a second for her body. When he was done, he dried himself off.

“Em’s going to wonder if I had an accident or something. I’m never the last one to the distillery. But every minute was worth it,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

Cassie grinned. “I don’t know when you went from being the kid who cut open Liv’s Barbie to see whether the internal organs were anatomically correct to the guy who came on me in the shower, but I like it.”

“Hey, I was a feminist before my time. If you remember, I’d done the math and figured out there wasn’t a single person I knew