His pause when he had filled her was agonising. She craved the movement needed to edge her closer to a second explosion, and when he did start to move again, she understood why he’d waited. Jake kissed her neck, sucked at the skin where he’d now leave a mark, and then he began to fuck her.
All the tension, the competition, the jokes and the pranks and the teasing words manifested themselves now, as Jake set a rhythm that was all consuming. Lainey clung to his shoulders, his arms, wrapping her legs around him, then changing where they were as she fought for some form of control over what he was doing to her body. He possessed it, filled her, brought her to an insane edge and made her into a wanton woman, begging her for a release.
She came hard, her muscles clutching his cock and pulling him over that edge with her. She was splintered, her soul and body shattered into pieces after that and she knew her world wouldn’t be the same.
It couldn’t be.
She didn’t think she wanted it to, either.
Chapter Twelve
The bed didn’t feel familiar. The sheets were smoother than Jake was used to, the pillows plumper. And there was a warm, soft body pressed into him, something he hadn’t been familiar with lately. His bed felt completely different.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember what’d happened last night. He’d been almost sober, and he definitely hadn’t hit his head on anything. Everything was now imprinted on his brain, and he didn't think he was likely to forget anything, certainly not anytime soon. Lainey stirred against him, her backside pressing into his thigh. Something else started to stir too, and Jake stared at the ceiling, wondering whether she’d take kindly to being woken up in the best way he thought possible.
Last night had crossed over into the early hours of the morning, hours lost while they sought perfect knowledge of each other’s bodies, at least that was how it’d felt. The first time had been quick. Hard. Desperate. The irritation he’d felt when she’d bought the farm he’d wanted had turned into desperate need. If he’d been a different sort of man, he may’ve felt the need to question why his annoyance had turned to that, but Jake wasn’t. Maybe fucking like two rabbits who’d been on a sex diet was how he and Lainey were meant to get over their odd feud, maybe it’d been something else from the start. Jake wasn’t going to spend time analysing it.
Lainey turned over, the sheet covering them shifting down to her waist, exposing the tits he’d gotten to know last night. Jake was a breast man; he could spend hours even just staring at them. Give him permission to touch and lick and suck and that was heaven. What was even more heavenly was how Lainey’s boobs were a definite go zone. He’d discovered after their first time, when he’d started to spend more time finding out what would have her moaning his name again, and his mouth had introduced itself to a nipple.
Temptation was never something to be avoided. He smoothed a hand over her hip and up her side, drawing a finger over the swell of her breast. She moved again, shifting onto her back, her legs parting under the sheet. Jake started to play with a nipple, doodling circles round it, watching as it started to harden to a diamond.
He sat up, the sheet now a puddle on the mattress, his cock harder than steel, and he dropped his mouth to her tits, softly sucking one peak, and then the other, waiting for her to wake up properly.
There was a chance she’d regret last night; that she’d wake and leave his bed, embarrassed and wanting nothing more to do with him. But she hadn’t been drunk last night, and she’d hadn’t been embarrassed, especially when she’d woken him in the very wee hours of the morning with her mouth, and then rode him till she found her pleasure.
Lainey liked sex. He hoped she liked sex because it was with him.
He watched as her eyes flickered open, then released her nipple from his mouth. “Want me to stop?”
“Hell, no.”
He smiled, then meandered his mouth back down, kicking the sheet well out of the way and nuzzling over her stomach to the spot between her legs. She was wet and slick, as a quick flick of his tongue found out. He heard her groan, knew she was clutching the sheet beneath them, and started to take her to that point where he knew she’d be gripping his hair and begging him not to stop.
He did stop, working his way up her body, back to her breasts. Her hands sought his cock, one cupping his balls, the other stroking. He let her have her fun for a minute or two, watching her, her lips slightly open, pupils wide with desire, until his restraint snapped.
Jake moved his mouth to hers and took the deepest of kisses, finesse not a word that would ever be associated with it, not that he cared.
Lainey loosened her grip on his dick, running her hands over his chest to his shoulders. Jake ended the kiss, guiding her onto all fours, then diving down to her slick heat again, running his tongue along her sensitive seam. He reached over to the bedside table for a condom, using his teeth to tear the packet open, needing to keep a hand on her, have that contact.
The necessary deed done, he returned to her, pushing a hand on the small of her back so her ass tipped into the air and then moving it to her hair, wrapping it round his fist.
His other hand he moved to her centre, teasing her entrance, dipping a finger into her heat and hearing her moan, nudging harder into his hand. He pulled the finger out and slipped it to her clit, rubbing the nub and feeling her wetness against the heel of his hand.
“You ready?” He knew she was, but he wanted her words.
“Just hurry up and fuck me now.”
He chuckled, using his hand to guide his cock to her entrance. “Hold on.”
He saw her grip harder onto the bottom sheet, her shoulders sinking lower. Jake tugged harder on her hair and pushed inside her, his head tipping back as he felt her tightness surround him.
“So fucking amazing.” He saw stars. “Wish I could do this all day.” His fingers dug into her hip, pulling her closer to him and he started a rhythm he could’ve died doing.
Somehow her heat and her little cries didn’t send him straight over the edge. He noticed her hand slip down to her clit, and a minute or so later, he felt her start to contract around him.
Heat. Bliss. Soft hair wrapped around his hand. It was all a perfect storm and Jake climaxed hard, his own cry loud against the morning. Somehow, he managed not to collapse on top of her, instead falling to the side and pulling her into him, spooning her. He needed to sort the condom, but in this moment all he wanted to do was hold onto her for a bit longer, because Jake had a feeling that as soon as he let go, Lainey would want to leave, and instead of being his lover she’d be his neighbour.
He didn’t speak, just lay there with her, listening to the sound of birdsong that filtered through the slightly open window and the sound of her breathing softly. This he would remember, imprinting it into his memory, before their usual snark resumed and Lainey forgot that he wasn’t the playboy she’d thought he was.
