Shit, he was hitting too close to home. “Of course, I didn’t, you big cocky ass. Girls don’t talk like that.”
“Oooh, was that a clue just now? Big and cock together in the same sentence. Did you tell her I was the biggest cock you’d ever had?”
I felt a betraying dampness between my legs at his words. “You wish.”
“Honey, I don’t have to wish. I know what I’ve got.” He stepped a little closer, further into my personal space. “And if you need a reminder, I’m happy to provide it for you.”
My knee-jerk reaction was to pull away and tell him to get lost. But I hesitated for a half-second, and that was all the time it took for Jake to grip me by the shoulders and pivot us into the shadows. There was a window box in the kitchen, which jutted out onto the deck. On its far side, it created a small alcove that was out of the sight of anyone standing in the house; in fact, a person would have to walk nearly off the deck in order to realize that someone was there. Or two someones, as was the case just now.
Jake pushed me up against the side of the house, his hard body plastered against mine. His lips were on me, kissing me so hard that I felt bruised. But something in me responded, just as it had the first time, and I realized I was clinging to him, my fingers digging into his back.
“You want this, too.” It wasn’t a question, but all the same, I knew he was asking for my consent. If I denied that he was right, he might not let me go immediately, but he wouldn’t push the issue, either. I wasn’t sure why I was so certain about this, but I was.
But did I want it? The small part of my brain that was still sane and functioning pondered this, even while my hips thrust forward, grinding against the promising bulge in his pants. Jake palmed one of my breasts, his thumb pressing into the nipple until I gasped. I was so wet for him, so ready and so on fire, but he wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I knew why.
“Yes. All right, dammit, is that what you needed to hear?” I sank my teeth into his bottom lip. “I want it, too.”
“Just had to hear you admit it to yourself.” With a sharp tug, he yanked the neckline of my dress down, thrusting both tits into prominence. I groaned, and the sound was louder than I’d expected. Jake covered my mouth with his open lips, swallowing the noise. His hands were on me, his fingers pinching both nipples so roughly that I thought my knees might give way.
I brought my hands to the front of his pants and fumbled with the buckle on his belt and then the button and zipper beneath it. He eased back just enough that I could take him in my hand, my fingers firm as I stroked him, pumping insistently.
“Condom in my pocket,” he mumbled, his mouth busy on my breasts. “Left side.”
I managed to find it, using my teeth to tear it open and roll it over him. Jake hissed in a breath when I cupped his balls once he was sheathed. My hand shook a little, but it was only because I’d been so mad before.Right? That had to be the only reason.
He reached beneath my dress, curled his fingers around the crotch of my delicate silk panties and pulled until the seam gave way, ripping them from me. And then he was touching me, two fingers plunging into me, his thumb rubbing at my clit.
“So fucking wet for me.” He took my ear lobe between his teeth, worrying the tender flesh there. “Were you wet the minute you saw me, remembering last week?” Before I could open my mouth to deny it, he went on. “Because I was stiff the second I realized you were here. I spotted you coming into the living room before you saw me, and my dick went rock hard.”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t remember what I was denying. Every ounce of my attention was focused on the way he was stroking my pussy. I was climbing, climbing, my body tensing as I struggled to stay upright in the swirling miasma of unspeakable pleasure.
“Hold onto me.” Jake brought both hands to my rib cage, making me bleat a little in protest that he’d stopped touching me between the legs. “Wrap your legs around my waist. I’m about to fuck you so hard, we might shake down this whole house.”
I knew that I should stop him. Yes, we were hidden, but it was still conceivable that someone might walk out onto the deck for a breath of air or even to sneak a cigarette ... and they’d get an eyeful in about half a second if I didn’t hop off this train.
But then he lifted me, and my legs circled his body of their own accord. Bracing my back up against the rough brick of the wall, he used one hand to guide his dick to my entrance, while his other one held me steady.
I arched a little at the welcome feel of the thick head of his cock within me, but I wanted more. And I wanted it fucking now. I tried to wiggle a little to slide him further inside me.
“Shhh, shhh, slow down there.” Jake leaned his face close to mine. “What’s the hurry? What do you need?”
Writhing, I growled. I fuckinggrowled. “Do it. Just ... stop messing around and do it.”
He laughed a little, the sound soft and incredibly sensual, even when it should have been as annoying as hell. “Tell me what you want, sugar. And be specific. Use your words.” As he said it, he slid out of me and rubbed my swollen and throbbing clit with the slickness of his dick.
Pulsating need battled with stupid pride ... and lost. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “I want you to put your cock inside me so hard and so fast that I feel you all the way to my throat. I want you to fuck me raw. Make me scream. Make me come on you.”
Even in the dark, I saw his eyes flare. “Holy fuck, that’s hot. Hold on, because I’m about to do exactly what you asked.”
I didn’t have time to inhale again before he’d plunged into me, moving with such force and purpose that I thought I might pass out. Everything exploded into bursts of color behind my eyelids, and on a half-sob, I ground myself down to meet every primitive thrust.
“So fucking close. So ... fucking ...” He kissed me, his lips devouring my mouth and swallowing my moans. “God, Harper, I can’t—I’ve got to—”
Whatever he was going to say was lost as I hit my peak, shaking with the intensity of the pleasure and the violence of my orgasm. Colors burst behind my closed eyes, and my hearing tunneled. At the edges of my mind, I was aware that Jake’s body had gone tense and still, his hands digging into my sides as he came long and hard, his cock pulsating within me.
I dropped my forehead against his chest, my breath still fast and ragged. He was inside me, and I could feel both the after-spasms of my orgasm and the last throbs of his, making me long to rub myself against him again. This had never happened to me. I was always one and done, fuck and run. I never did second go-rounds. But right now, I would’ve happily climbed him like a pole. I had the oddest impulse to sink to my knees and use my mouth to bring him back to full attention, to milk every drop from that beautiful cock—
“Here.” Jake interrupted my post-coital daydream, sliding from me, easing my legs down to the floor of the deck, his hand holding tight to the condom still on his dick. I glanced down, my tongue darting out to run over my lips as I watched him remove the condom and tie it off. He paused to tuck in and zip up before moving away from me into the dark for a moment; I heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like a trash can lid being lifted and replaced, and I hoped like hell Max didn’t examine the contents of his garbage too closely.
