kiss the top of my head or suck in a breath, and I wondered if he was taking in my scent the way I did with him.
When he went quiet for a moment, I tilted my head up so I could look at him. Jake licked his lips, and I was zapped with the electric need to taste him again, to feel him. “Will you kiss me again? Like you did the other night?”
“Jesus.” His breath hitched. “Yes, it’s killing me how much I want you.”
Jake pulled me up and over him so I straddled his lap. It felt good, right, like I was in control but also like I’d given control to him too. I wasn’t sure how I could feel both things at once, but I did. Then his hands were cupping my face again and we were kissing, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, hungry, urgent, needy kissing.
I wrapped my arms around him. My dick was already hard and aching. He pulled me closer, his arms enclosing me as we kissed and moved together, and oh, yes, I felt the hard ridge of Jake’s erection.
I kissed harder, faster, wanting more, wanting these secret longings I’d kept locked up. As if he could feel my need, Jake pulled away slightly and asked, “Do you want to take this upstairs to my bed?”
“Yes, please,” I replied, and he chuckled.
I climbed off his lap and went for the stairs. Jake grabbed my bag and swatted my ass. I was running up the stairs, and he was quickly following me. We were laughing and wanting and racing to his room.
When we got there, he dropped my bag and his mouth took mine again. There was nothing in the world like kissing Jake.
“Can you, um, take my shirt off too?” I asked. I loved that he went at my pace, that he let me lead or verbalize what I wanted or needed.
“Yeah, yeah of course.” I lifted my arms, and Jake tugged my tee over my head. He rubbed his thumb against my flat nipple, which immediately pebbled under the touch. “You like it when I kind of lead, right? When I do it after you ask me to or if I ask permission first?”
I melted against him, my heart thudding in my chest, my eyes misting slightly because yes, he got it. Jake got me. And he must like it because he was still there and not pushing. Not trying to go too far or too fast.
“Hey, why are you crying?” He wiped under my eye.
“I’m sorry. I…I wanted this, and I didn’t know if I would ever find someone who would give it to me the way I needed. And I know it’s not serious or whatever, but thank you.”
“Sweetheart, being with you is nothing you have to thank me for, okay?” He pressed tender kisses to my lips.
“Okay.” I nodded. “I want you to lay me down…but you get on top of me this time. If you want?” I needed to feel surrounded by him, by his scent and strength and kindness.
“I want.” Jake laid me down, then knelt between my spread legs before coming down on top of me.
We kissed and grinded together the way we’d done on the couch. It felt like electricity was running the length of my body, and I craved more. “If you want, whenever you want, we can…we can take our pants off.”
Jake growled into my neck, and power rose inside me. This power that came with feeling wanted. Jake wanted me. Not just a body to fuck the way Colton had.
He leaned up on his knees and worked my button and zipper open. He changed positions so he could tug off my pants, then stood and did the same with his own. He wore black boxer briefs, and his bulge was super prominent. He looked down at me. I was smaller than him, thinner. I wore boxer trunks, so mine were shorter than his, and God, I wanted him to like what he saw.
“You are so sexy,” he said breathlessly.
He went to get back on the bed, but I shook my head, and he immediately stopped. I turned off my fear, the past, and tried to live in this moment with this man I wanted in ways I’d never wanted anyone else.
I looked at him, watched him as I hooked my fingers in the waist of my underwear. I waited because I knew this was new for him—having a man in his bed.