“How bossy you are, Miss Kensington.”
“You’ve seen nothing yet, Mr. Clarke. Now, undress for me—slowly.”
This time, his gestures are deliberate and seductive. Wholly delighted, I gnaw at my bottom lip, preparing for a spectacular show just for me.
Lucky Gen…
Chapter Nineteen
Jake
I can’t dance like Gen did and be all sexy, but I can sure as hell make it work for her. Or I think I can, given how she’s eyeing me like she could eat me up.
She’s as alluring as ever, wearing an emerald-green dress that I reckon is her own version of comfortable. It brings out the red in her hair and the freckles scattered on her creamy skin. I can’t wait to get her out of it. But first…
Taking my time, I lift my sweater, gradually revealing more and more of my stomach and tattoos. Her eyes follow the nonchalant display, her teeth planted in the plumpness of her bottom lip. Maybe I’m flexing a little to appear even more muscular than I am, but she’s the one who asked for a show.
Once it’s off, I throw the sweater next to her on the bed, and she reaches out for it, fisting the soft fabric with her delicate hand while her eyes never leave me. I’m just as slow when I unbuckle my belt and pull it out of the loops of my jeans. It falls on the floor, and she presses her knees together. And when I unbutton my jeans and unhurriedly slide the zipper down, her eyes darken.
Turns out I don’t need to do anything to turn her on. The anticipation is doing the trick on its own.
I bend over to remove my socks and then slide the denim down my legs. Once I’m left with nothing but my underwear—a pair of black boxer briefs—I cross my arms and wait, holding back a smile as I look down at her. I’m hard as steel in there, my cock stretching the fabric. I’m sure she can see the outline of the piercings and all.
“Everything,” she demands.
“Tits for tats, love. Remove your dress.”
She considers arguing, but the dress will have to come off at some point, so she undoes the zipper on her side. She doesn’t remove it seductively, but damn, I don’t care. Not when she reveals the ivory lingerie she’s wearing underneath it. And beneath that, her taut pink nipples and auburn curls. Fuck, this woman is sin incarnate.
Because I’m a man of my word, I tug down my underwear until it falls at my feet and kick it away.
“What now?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Her eyes remain glued on my hard and thick cock for a moment, arrogantly angled up. Then she rises from the mattress, standing beside me, and presses a hand on my chest.
“Now, you lie on the bed.”
She gives me a gentle push, and I comply with an amused grin, lying in the middle of it. Maybe I should relinquish control during sex more often because I genuinely love this. Especially when she joins me, crawling on her hands and knees until she’s straddling me. When the drenched lace of her thong comes to rest on the underside of my cock, I don’t fight the urge to bring her even closer, fingers digging into her hips.
Holding back a growl, I ask again, “And now?”
“Now, Jacob Clarke, I finally get to taste you.” She seals her declaration with a deep and ardent kiss.
I’m not ready to let go when she pulls away, but I don’t have time to reclaim her lips before they drop to my jaw. With fervent intensity, she lays pecks everywhere she can reach, teasing me with her tongue’s wet and warm touch. Like the little minx she is, she takes her time, languidly exploring my neck and chest. When she reaches my nipple, she nips at the piercing there, tugging it with her teeth until the pain makes me groan. Satisfied with herself, she lets go and returns to her exploration of my torso.
When, finally, she reaches my cock, I’m throbbing and aching, dying to bury myself in her warmth for some comfort. But because she’s decided to drive me mad, she purposefully ignores it.
“Red, what are you doing?”
“Having fun.”
“This isn’t fun. Stop torturing me, Genevieve.”
“Not so nice being on the other side, is it?”
“If you think I was tormenting you before, you’re not ready for the next time I’m in charge.”
The sweet threat seems to work because her soft lips come to press a lingering kiss right on the head of my cock. Then, she uses the tip of her tongue to play with the end of the piercing, rolling it around the small steel ball. An intense and pleasurable jolt travels down my length, making it twitch. A few drops of precum seep from the tip to land on my stomach, and she greedily licks them.
