Page 102 of Barefoot Lake

Jake’s eyes flutter closed, and his chest rumbles with a groan, his fingers tightening around my arms. I can feel him growing hard beneath me.

I release his shoulders and reach for the hem of his top, lifting off him enough to tug the material up. I slip my hands beneath the fabric and scrape my nails along his abdomen. Jake squeezes his eyes tighter shut and pushes his head back into the seat beneath him. I’ve noticed he’s very sensitive here.

I grind against him again, my hands pressed against his hot skin between us, but am careful not to rub my brand-new tattoo. I bring my lips to his neck, licking up to his ear where I lightly bite the shell.

I don’t know if it’s the tattoo or the rush of taking control of my life, but I feel bold.

“Tell me what you want, Jake,” I hiss, reminiscent of the first time we were together in my bedroom.

Jake’s eyes fly open, but unlike I was when he asked me the same question, he is not shy.

“I want to be deep inside you. And I want you to ride me.”

I breathe in sharply, and it takes me a second to restart my brain.

Oh.

I grin.

Ok then.

I reach behind myself to pull off my shoes and toss them on the passenger floor. Jake’s hands find my sides to steady me, and his thumbs begin rubbing circles on the front of my hip bones. He abruptly presses me down and drags me forward while lifting his hips, a promise of what’s to come.

He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my leggings, pulling the material down as far as he can. I lean forward so I can lift my hips off him, and he drags the material and my underwear over my ass, spreading his fingers to knead my skin as he does.

I clumsily extract my legs, one at a time, and settle back over Jake’s lap, hands flying to his belt and quickly unhooking it. The ice-cold buckle hits my thigh, and I gasp. Jake’s hand covers the spot, rubbing deliciously further up my leg. My fingers move to the button on his pants, but it’s becoming harder and harder to concentrate the closer his thumb gets to the apex of my thighs.

I force myself to focus while I draw down his zipper, so nobody gets hurt, and the second my hand slips under his jeans and wraps around him through his boxers, he presses his thumb to my clit.

I nearly launch myself into the back seat, but Jake’s other hand is back on my hip, holding me down.

I take a few breaths in through my nose, steadying myself, as he slides his fingers between my legs, feeling how wet I am for him.

I need him now.

I run the heel of my palm along his length and enjoy the way he bucks against me. I want him to be as undone as I am. I extract my hand and rise on my knees, my thighs already shaking. It’s awkward and cramped, but neither of us cares. I hold myself off him as he yanks his pants and boxers down to his mid-thighs. I basically fall back against him. I can’t help but stare when he springs free, and his cock bumps against my stomach.

Jake’s hand stills on me when I wrap my fingers around him again, this time without any barrier between us. I pump him slowly a few times, and Jake breathes out heavily. He watches my hand move before his eyes dart up to mine.

“Deep inside you, Ace,” he reminds me.

He presses a finger all the way inside me before extracting it and spreading my wetness on my skin, teasing me.

I love that he wants me as badly as I want him.

I reach over and grab my purse, digging around until I find the condoms I’d shoved inside earlier. I came prepared for this moment. I rip one open and roll it onto him.

Now, both of his hands are on my hips, and he helps me rise up as I position him at my opening and slowly begin to sink down. I close my eyes, relishing in the fullness as gravity helps me take him inside of me. My weight falls forward again, and I catch myself with my palms on his chest. My thighs shudder hard.

“That’s it, Ace. Let go. I’ve got you.”

Jake’s hands move down to cup under my thighs, and he literally holds my weight for me, lowering me onto him.

We groan together when I’m fully seated. He hisses when I roll my hips against him, giving myself more friction. I drop my forehead to his, and we stay still for a moment, breathing each other’s air.

Then, Jake lifts me and presses me back down. He repeats the motion, and I force my legs to help him. Again. Again. Again.

Jake keeps one hand on me, guiding me, but he licks the fingers on his other hand before returning them to my clit, pressing, teasing, and flicking the sensitive nerve bundle. Somehow, without disrupting our pace at all.