Sure you will, champ.
He slides his fingers back inside me, and all I can do is arch into the mattress and moan. My head is buzzing, but I welcome the haze as I pull his T-shirt over his head. He’s so fucking big, I have to stretch my arms straight, and the sight of him, bare-chested and rippling with muscle, sucks all the moisture out of my mouth. I wrap my thighs around his hips. “Fuck me, Jake.”
He smirks, his eyes coal-dark once again. “You want it?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna be a good girl for it?”
It seems in addition to being hot and famous, Jake Graves-Holland has a Dom streak. What’s next? His dick vibrates at six different speeds?
“Yes.” I tug at his jeans. “Now?”
He sits backward, helping me with his pants. His body is ridiculous; a wall of ink and muscle.He clocks me watching and runs a palm down his insanely defined stomach and cups the enormous bulge warping his navy CK’s. “Into it?”
I nod, too scared to say what I actually think, which is‘I’m so out of my league.’
It’s been a long time since I felt that way, and the sting is impossible to ignore. I remember that hard bed in that horrible London hotel room. The last validation-bang I let myself suffer through. My shields hum to life, invisible chainmail crackling over my skin. Never again.I’m not the grateful nerd girl who’s just happy to be here anymore. I’mIl Capitano. Number one with a bullet.
I slide off the bed and kneel on the carpet in front of Jake, cupping my tits and pouting like a porn star. “Sorry you didn’t get to the strippers tonight.”
He swallows. “Yeah? You gonna dance for me?”
“You couldn’t handle it.”
He lets out a rough laugh. “I’d try.”
“Why don’t you try and watch me do something else, instead?”
I won’t let him go down on me, but I’ve got no problem going down on him. I slide down his briefs to reveal a genuine two-hander. I’m not faking my admiration as I run my fingers and tongue along his shaft. It’s hard as iron and by far the thickestandlongest I’ve ever come near.
So, fuck you, London.
“Ada,” Jake pants. “Ada.”
“Yes?” I say, lapping the head like it’s my favourite treat. “You don’t like this?”
His jaw tightens, lips twisting like he’s in pain. “‘Course I do. You look so pretty sucking my cock.”
The compliment lands harder than I want. I focus on drawing him deeper.
“Fuck.”Fingers trace the hair from my eyes. “I can’t believe?—”
It’s easy to get men to stop talking when you’re blowing them. That’s just a stone-cold fact. I give Jake the doe eyes as I suck, taking him so deep I gag. But guys like that, the sounds and the mess. Sure enough, I’m working less than a minute when I taste pre-come.
“Ada,” Jake urges. “You wanna get back on the bed?”
I keep sucking, unsure if I should comply or end things this way. It would be easier. Less complicated. But a second later, I release his cock. The heat melting between my legs won’t be denied.
Jake lifts me and lays me on his mattress. He’s flushed from ears to collarbone, blood pounding beneath his skin. I can’t keep myself from touching him, running my hands along the lines of his magnificent jaw. He groans and bends his head, kissing me like we just got married.
I almost pass out. Name Forever Redacted wouldn’t kiss me after I went down on him, not even if I brushed my teeth. I feel a rush of affection for the man on top of me, immediately followed by terror. I pull back.
“Something wrong?”
“No,” I lie, plastering a smile over my fear. Affection is the last thing I want to feel. “Can we please…?”
“Fuck yes,” he hisses, fisting his cock, his huge fingers making it look almost normal by comparison.
