Page 75 of The Scars We Heal

“Inside. Bedroom,” she moaned as she threw her head back, granting me easier access to the column of her throat. “I need you right now.”

“I can do that,” I rasped in response.

In one fluid motion, I wrapped my arms around the backs of Caitlin’s thighs, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and my aching cock pressed against her.

If I thought I couldn’t get any harder, I was dead wrong. My cock twitched against my jeans with every little moan and whimper that came from Caitlin’s mouth.

Wasting no more time, I carried her through the front door and down the hall to the bedroom, gently placing her on the edge of the bed. After stripping off my T-shirt, I admired the way Cait looked, sitting patiently, waiting for me to make a move. I knew she’d always been a people pleaser, a Goody Two-shoes, but I wanted to see more of her reckless side.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I leaned down to give her a kiss, placed my palms on the bed on either side of her thighs, then lowered myself down onto my knees. “Take them off, darlin’.” I gestured to her jeans.

Teasingly slow, she unbuttoned her jeans, wiggling out of them until the denim lay on the floor in a heap.

My hand skimmed down her calf before I lifted one of her legs, placing it on my shoulder. Caitlin sucked in a breath right before my lips made contact with her skin, leaving a wet trail of kisses from her knee up to her inner thigh.

“Stop teasing, Jake.” She bit out a moan when I pulled her panties to the side and swiped a finger up her center, arousal glistening on the pad of my fingertip when I pulled it away.

Lord, help me.

I stifled a groan, looking up at her. “Fuck, you’re already so wet.” When I slid my finger inside her, she bucked her hips, grinding them against my hand.

Her hands dug into the comforter, gripping the sheets like a lifeline. “More. I need more.”

Removing my hand from her heat, I hooked my fingers in the band of her underwear. She lifted her hips, and I slid them down her legs, bending her knees toward her so I could gently slip them off her ankles. I wrapped my hands around her legs, gripping her thighs to pull her to the end of the bed. Her knees were still bent, and I pushed her thighs apart to make room for my face.

Cait tangled her fingers in my hair as I kissed the inside of her leg, licking a line up to her slick entrance.

“Y-you don’t have to do that. It doesn’t do much for me.” She stumbled over her words, her face flushing pink.

“What if I want to?” I challenged, eyes meeting hers. “What if all I’ve been thinking about since we kissed was tasting your sweet pussy?”

Her breath hitched and a whimper fell from her lips as I licked a broad stroke up her center. My tongue flicked her clit as my finger traced her entrance before plunging inside.

Caitlin reached for my head, fingers tangling in my hair while she pushed my face farther into her pussy.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I stole a glance up at her face. Her head was thrown back and mouth agape, pleasure wracking her features. Tears beaded in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t cry out for me to stop. The opposite, actually.

“You’re so good for me. You taste so fucking good,” I mumbled between strokes of my tongue, nose pressed against her center. I wasn’t sure if she could even hear me, but her moans spurred me on.

When her cries increased in pitch and volume, I knew she was close. One of my hands held her hips in place, preventing her from squirming, while the other continued in tandem with my mouth, my thumb circling her clit and my index and middle finger thrusting inside her. My cock pulsed in my pants, hot and aching.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she came, wet arousal dripping out to soak her thighs. Greedy, I licked up every drop of her orgasm, continuing to pull pleasure from her as she writhed on the bed.

Both of us panting, I emerged from the space between her legs, rising to kiss Caitlin.

“No one’s ever made me do that. I’ve never been able to…” she mumbled, dazed from her orgasm.

“That’s just because no one’s ever taken the time to do it right. But now you have me.” I winked, and it pulled a giggle from her.

She began to reach for the button and zipper on my jeans, but I stopped her.

“Don’t you want me to return the favor?” she asked. “You made me come, don’t you need to⁠—”

“Already did.” I cut her off.

“You…”

“I already came in my pants.” As if the hot, sticky mess in my boxers wasn’t enough proof, my eyes darted down to the wet spot forming on my crotch.