He finally breaks our kiss, tucking my hips tighter and pushing my knees wider. He fully clutches my ass and aids me as I seek friction against his belt buckle. “You wearing these tiny panties so Daddy can give you a spankin’, huh?” He squeezes harder and I moan at the exquisite pain. “You like a little pain, or you need Daddy to go easy?”
Heat flashes across my already-burning cheeks and Jake lets out a low laugh. “You thought I’d forget that you call me Daddy when you’re rubbing yourself all over me? You can’t just get away with that.”
“You aren’t spanking Becca and Caleb when they call you Daddy,” I retort.
“Becca and Caleb aren’t horny little sluts grinding on Daddy’s lap.”
With every filthy thing he says, I dissolve a little more. My tension and nerves float out the truck windows, and I’m putty in his hands. But I can’t let him know that yet. He’s full of his own shit enough as it is. I lift an eyebrow, putting my hands up. “If you’re going to pester me about the titles you earn, I can go.”
Jake smirks, studying me carefully and clutching my wrists in his big, callused hands. His thumbs trace the insides of my wrists. “Absolutely not. Call me what you want. Daddy. Cowboy. Shithead for all I care, as long as you’re screaming it before we’re done here.”
I whimper. It’s pathetic. I’m almost thirty, and I’m acting like I’ve never been dirty talked or spanked or admitted any desire to another human beyond the vanilla.
But it’s never been likethis, and even as it’s happening, I get the fleeting sense that one day I’ll miss this moment.
His teeth graze the juncture of my jaw and neck. “But you’ve gotta tell me if you like pain or not, boss.”
I drop my forehead to his, gazing into his hazel eyes. “Give me pain.”
“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he growls, lifting my skirt and delivering a swift smack to my bottom. Pleasure flashes through me and all I want is more, now. I want him. Everything about him. I want to consume him until he’s a part of me. Sink my claws into him to claim him as my own.
And I plan to do just that.
I sit back and tug at his belt, but Jake places a hand over mine. “Hold your horses, now. Ladies first.”
Jake’s hand coasts around my hip until he flattens it against my lower stomach. Warmth flows through me as his two fingers pet my clit through my panties.
“Let’s see if I can do as good as your special little vibrating friend,” Jake says, a drowsy smile playing on his lips.
“Sounds like somebody’s jealous,” I say, grinding against his fingers.
“Feels like somebody’s wet for me,” Jake shoots back. “Soaked your panties, boss. You been thinking about me?”
I give him a coy smile before my eyelids flutter shut and my head falls back, his fingertips digging into the perfect spot.
“You changed the subject, but there’s no doubting you’re jealous.”
Jake bends to kiss and lick my neck, humming into my skin. “Of course I’m jealous. That thing has gotten to feel you come more times than I have. Now I’ve got to even the score.”
I stiffen, and he pauses. His eyes go wide, trying to get me to look at him. I won’t. I can’t. The nerves come flooding back through me, and my first time with someone new in a while goes from exhilarating to anxiety-inducing.
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
My fingers pick at the seat behind the headrest while I look out the truck’s back window. “Nothing. I’d just rather get you first.” I paw at his belt again.
“Hold on, now. This is important.” His fingers close over mine on his belt, lacing us together and drawing my wrist to his lips for a whisper of a kiss. It gets a reluctant smile from me. “Whatever it is, I won’t judge you. I’m on your team.”
I rub my lips together and look at the space between us. My dress is bunched in his lap, his denim-clad erection poking up. “I have a hard time coming. Even with a toy, it takes a while for me to come, and I don’t want you to get bored.”
“Bored?” Jake asks, like the word is foreign. “How could I be bored? I’ve got this gorgeous woman in my lap, soaking her panties for me, grinding her hot ass and incredible tits on me. The word ‘bored’ couldn’t be farther from how I feel.”
I snort. “Yeah, well, you haven’t been defeated by my weird libido yet.”
Jake runs his hand over my hair where it drapes down my back. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you to perform for me. I want you to feel good for you. Okay?”
I nod, and he rubs the pad of his thumb under my bottom lip. It feels so good, like he’s adoring me, a feeling I haven’t had in far too long.
“Does it feel good when I touch you like I was?” he asks. He’s not touching me there anymore, instead just holding me steady and feeling my back. It feels secure, comforting.
