Chapter Fifteen
Apparently, I was beat, because I passed out on the couch and didn’t wake up until the morning. At 6a.m., with Jake wrapped around me in his bed.
“I hate your alarm,” I grumbled and tried to roll over, but Jake’s steel-like arms kept me against his body.
“Wake up, sweetheart.” I groaned at his hot, sleepy voice.
“I’ll marry you. Just let me sleep in every day.” I was grasping at straws and feeling his body silently shaking with laughter behind me, I knew I had lost this battle.
“Deal.” He laughed and I untangled myself from him in a huff of frustration. I wasn’t marrying him and he called my bluff. I stormed off into the bathroom to do my business and when I was done he was up and putting on his shirt.
“We didn’t have sex last night.” I pouted; I was really looking forward to it.
“You mean you don’t remember?” He turned to me and looked dead serious. Oh shit. I was pretty tired, but I don’t remember getting from the couch to the bed. I wiggled a little bit to see if I was sore at all and came back with nothing. Asshole. If we had sex, my lady bits would have been deliciously sore from that giant slinging hammer he had between his legs.
“I do, I’m just trying to forget. Hoping it was just beginners’ nerves. Next time should be better. Maybe you..” And he was on me, pinning me to the bed.
“Surprisingly, when you run your mouth like that it turns me on to no end.” He kissed me and pressed that hammer against my thigh. I lifted my hips toward it like a magnet. God, I really was turning into a horny alley cat around him. In the blink of an eye, I reached my hand down underneath his waistband and wrapped my hand around his cock.
The world would try to collapse around us, but I was going to touch him, dammit!
His body shuddered a little and that spurred me on even more. I needed to touch, taste, and please him. I wanted those growls. I wanted to know what noises he made when he came. In a hurry, I pushed down the boxers he wore to sleep and released him. He was so hard, and yet silky smooth at the same time.
I felt so at ease touching him. It was like destiny. His penis literally belonged in my hands. Pulling my lips from his, I mumbled for him to roll over, which he did, but took me with him. I liked that he was so strong. I’d never been with a guy that could maneuver me like that; it was hot.
There was no need for words between us. Despite not knowing each other’s middle names, he knew so much about me. My character. He knew exactly what I wanted and what I was going to do. I had a reputation to uphold, after all—sucking dick like a pro.
“Shirt. Off,” I demanded. I was going to taste every single muscle of his torso. No ab left behind, my new motto. Why was he even wearing a shirt to begin with? He shucked off his shirt and laid back down as I sat up to eye fuck him. He really was something. All that hard labor has done his body good. I bet he doesn’t even need to go to the gym.
When our eyes connected I felt something stir inside me. This man was something different. Something strong and undeniable. Not wanting to think about anything else, especially his feelings or what this could be, I got to work on my new motto. A soft growl bubbled up from his chest at the first contact of my lips to his warm skin. Hell, I groaned a little. His body was pure sin, my soon to be addiction. I nibbled, sucked, licked every part I could, down to the part of him I had been dying to have some one on one time with.
My eyes said hello to his cock and I gently wrapped the lengthof him with my hand, running teasing strokes up and down. I brought my lips to the tip and proceeded to rub it against my lips like I was putting on lipstick. A small bead of precum coated my lips, making me lick it off. I moaned at the taste. Salty mixed with Jake Wild.
“Suck my cock, sweetheart. Let your alpha out to play.” His demand struck at my need to please him, and even his little alpha animal analogies that he kept making were starting to make me hot. I was a fucking alpha bitch. I could handle this man like I owned every part of him, because right now I did. The crazy cavewoman came out after thinking like that. I gripped him and growledmineagainst him before shoving my mouth over his silky head. I didn’t relent. I wanted him begging me. Gripping me. Growling at me.
His hands went to my hair and his hips thrust upward, meeting me with every bob of my head. Thrilled with his reaction, I swirled my tongue, sucked faster, then switched directions of my head. I sat up and quickly moved between his legs. I wanted to get lost in his eyes as he came down my throat. The sight before me made me almost come. His tensed abs, the neck muscles slightly strained, parted lips, and labored breaths. I fucking owned this man.
His blue eyes met with mine and together we watched as he melted beneath my touch. My mouth hugged his engorged member, along with my hand for what my lips couldn’t touch. I pleasured him in sync until his jaw fell slack, stomach tensed, hips thrust upwards, and that growl I wanted came from his parted lips, then turned into a groan. I sucked down his release and never took my eyes off his. Watching him orgasm was an aphrodisiac. I wanted to do it again and again. Rayne’s mother, the sex therapist, always told me the man you are meant to be with is the man who you not only want to give a blowjob to, but you craved it.
I craved Jake. Feeling the need to escape my thoughts, I sat up and blurted out something random.
“What’s your middle name?”
He shook his head and curled his finger for me to come closer. Even though I was feeling vulnerable, I crawled up to him.
“You know that you can keep fighting it, but I’m not giving up, right?” I knew this, so I nodded. I was starting to lose my mind in this whole ordeal.
“Cole. What’s yours?”
“Jake Cole Wild. Simple. Mine is Renee. Cammy Renee Jennings.” I liked my name as a whole. My parents did well in choosing my given name.
“Perfect,” he purred and pulled me in for a kiss.
“Uh, don’t you want me to brush my teeth or something first?” Not that I made it a habit of swallowing, but the ones I had did not want to taste their own love juice on my tongue. His answer was to kiss the doubts right out of me. Jake was not a weak man. He was exactly what he had been telling me, an alpha. And this alpha couldn’t have given two shits about me having a dirty mouth; in fact, he was devouring that mouth with a passion.
When his hand started to creep towards my sweetness, I did something I never thought I would ever do.
“Rain check? I’m feeling pretty powerful right now. Let me have this moment, okay?” I was turning down an orgasm.
I pulled back to look at him and saw a look on his face that I couldn’t figure out.
“You can make it up to me throughout the day if you really feel like it.” I kissed him on the lips with a big smack and hopped off the bed. Feeling revitalized, I got to work on my beautification process for the day. Even though I knew it would probably be ruined, I was still not going to do this without a fight.
