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Chapter Four

T he rest of the workday was excruciatingly long, and I spent half of it hiding an erection beneath my desk. We both escaped to the men’s bathroom a few times for more make-out sessions, but those only got me hotter, not slaked my thirst. And thirsty I was. Even the way Jacob hunched over his laptop and typed was sexy. He had thick fingers, and I was flat out obsessed with discovering what filthy things he could do to me.

From the start of our friendship, he’d shown me his care. He’d always made me feel important, whether it was taking interest in the books I read or checking in on me during lunch. I’d just shut off my crush early on because he’d been in a relationship.

However, now that I knew he was into me too? Game, set, and match, he was mine.

The clock switched over to five p.m.

“Done, done, done.” I shot up from my seat. Adrenaline percolated through me.

“Want to ride home with me?” Jacob asked.

“Yes. Who needs clothes? I’m not planning on wearing them all weekend,” I said, and Jacob’s blush sent a thrill through me. God, he was so delicious.

“Guys, I’m right here,” Declan said. “This is going to be nauseating, isn’t it?”

“Deal with it.” I slid my messenger bag on my shoulder and slipped my hand into Jacob’s. The soft look he gave me melted my insides. “Come on. Let’s go enjoy our weekend.”

We hustled out of the building posthaste, not bothering to say good-bye to our other coworkers. They could suck it. I had a mission, and it was to get Jacob stripped down and inside me as fast as humanly possible.

“Excited?” he asked, his low, amused voice sending a shiver through me.

“Hell yes.” I all but tugged him toward his Jeep. “I’m pretty sure you’re aware by now I’m a slutty bottom, and I’m hoping you’re okay with that.”

“Beyond. I can’t wait to fuck you.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss against the side of my neck. A shiver rushed through me, and my cock grew a bit harder. Mmph, yeah, we needed to leave.

He unlocked the door, and we both hopped into the front seats. Seeing Jacob settled into the driver’s seat, his large hands on the wheel and looking all competent and hot was doing something to me. Though to be fair, pretty much every movement he made did something to me. He started the car and got on the road, though thankfully we wouldn’t have too long of a drive. I’d only been to Jacob’s place once or twice while he’d been dating Sara, but I remembered it was close to our work.

“So, when did you start making chocolates?” I asked. “Unless those were store-bought?”

He shook his head. “Nah, it’s been a hobby of mine for a while. I love experimenting with the flavors, and something about the precision work correlates well with an engineering brain.”

“You realize how hot that is, right?” My fingers itched to reach over and touch him. Except we’d agreed to date. I absolutely could. The second I placed my hand on his thigh, his breath hitched. A thrill sparked through me again.

From the moment I’d discovered who my secret admirer was, I’d soared down the big drop of a coaster, enjoying the fall, knowing I’d be safe in Jacob’s arms.

“I don’t think making chocolate puts a person into the hot category.” A grin lingered on Jacob’s lips. I wanted to lick into his mouth and kiss him all over. Gah. I was so obsessed. It was like once I had permission, once I realized he was single and into me too, the dam I’d been keeping my feelings behind unleashed.

“Trust me, it does. Knowing you created those with those sexy hands and your clever brain? Very, very hot.”

“I still have a bowl of the milk chocolate from the coating of the last one in the fridge,” he said, his tone deceptively light. The slight curve of his lips was a little cocky and a lot sexy.

“I’m listening.” I attempted an innocence I hadn’t had for a long, long while.

“I can think of some creative uses. As long as you don’t mind getting a little dirty.”

“Lucky for you, I want to get positively filthy.”

“I’m trying not to speed,” he muttered, almost as if to himself. I squeezed his thigh, then inched my palm higher. His length threatened the thin barrier of his slacks, and based on the dick print there, he was thick in the best sort of way. Another inch up, and the side of my hand brushed against his tip.

A shattered breath escaped him. “Oh god.”

“God, you’re big,” I purred, a bit of mischief sparking inside me. I swept my fingertips against his tip, small circles through the fabric. “You’re going to feel amazing inside me.”

“Henry, are you trying to kill me?” Jacob asked through gritted teeth.

“You’ve got this.” I ran my palm farther up his length. A shudder racked his body, and I reveled in his responsiveness.

“Right, so you are trying to kill me.” Jacob shook his head. “God, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” I teased, continuing to stroke my palm over his cock, despite the layer of fabric in between. I shifted in my seat, my cock testing the confines of my slacks. Goddamn, I needed him something bad.

He made the turn down his road and came to an abrupt halt in his driveway.

“Okay, you.” He directed my mouth toward his and then utterly claimed me. This was a side to Jacob I’d never seen, and I was so thrilled. I’d always thought he was hot, and we were insanely comfortable around each other, but I’d shoved aside all the fantasies of him crushing me into the bed with his big bear body because he’d been in a relationship. Ung. I would take full advantage now that we were dating.

God, I had a boyfriend.

I kissed him back hard, my mind reeling. My whole body was attuned to him, and I couldn’t wait to get inside his house.

Jacob pulled away, his shoulders heaving. I licked my lips, and his eyes flared.

“Come on.” He opened his car door. I followed suit, and hand in hand, we strode toward his house.

My heart thumped heavily as we entered Jacob’s space. The smell of pine and lemon flooded me when I stepped inside, and I soaked it in. His space was clean and neat, the total opposite of my haphazard mess, but it fit his personality keenly.

“Do you want to just hang, or…” he asked.

I shot him a deadass look. “I didn’t get edged the entire workday to sit back and watch Netflix. Find the nearest surface and get that thick cock wedged up my ass.”

Jacob lifted his brow, a sexy-as-fuck grin spreading on his lips. “Sounds perfect.”

His kitchen was a total dream—all granite countertops, stainless steel backsplashes, and white cabinets. Jacob led me to one of the counters and tapped on the surface.

“Strip down and bend over the counter.”

The command in his tone had me acquiescing at once. I started at my buttons. He slipped his hand into his pocket and tugged out a condom and lube packet from his wallet.

“God, I love when a guy is prepared.” My body hummed with readiness, my skin so sensitized I could scream. Each brush of fabric as I pulled off my shirt cranked up my neediness.

However, Jacob walked to the fridge, grabbed a bowl, and popped it into the microwave.

I licked my lips and paused in the middle of unzipping my slacks. “Is that…”

“You said you were okay with creative uses of chocolate?” Jacob’s dark eyes were so damn sexy. I couldn’t believe how lucky I’d gotten. Sure, I might’ve been curious about some of the other guys at work, but none of them compared to Jacob. He was the whole package, and now that I unlocked more and more of the parts he kept reserved, I wanted everything.

“Hell yes.” I shunted down my pants, boxer briefs and all.

The microwave beeped, and he pulled out the bowl of liquid milk chocolate, the smell intoxicating. My mouth watered, a Pavlovian reflex after the gifts he’d left. I peeled off my socks and shoes and stood stark naked in Jacob’s kitchen. Yet I felt more comfortable than I’d expected for our first time together. Because it was him .

I was already half in love with his kindness, his care, his sweet nature. And getting to see this sexy, commanding side of him too had me careening the rest of the way.

“Thought I told you to bend over.” He approached with unhurried and sure steps that echoed on the tiles.

A shiver rolled down my spine, and I pressed my palms on the cool surface of the counter. I slowly slid forward, and Jacob’s long, low groan sent a gratifying rush through me.

“Holy fuck, Hen, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life.”

I swallowed hard. I’d be tempted not to believe him, but I’d kept all the notes he’d left. Jacob genuinely believed those words about me, and they meant more than he would ever know.

He wrapped his big hands around my hips and squeezed. “Your ass, ungh.”

My cheeks heated. His clothed body pressed against me, and his massive size, how he enveloped me with his frame, had my heart speeding up.

Then he stepped away, and I bit my lip to keep from begging. A second later, warm liquid dribbled down my back. The scent of chocolate wafted my way. His warm, wet tongue swept across the spot he’d drizzled the chocolate. A breathy moan left my lips. God, he was so hot.

Splayed out for his pleasure, stripped naked, and bent over his kitchen counter, I felt vulnerable, but I loved it. This was Jacob, and I trusted him. Handing over my heart and body was the easiest thing in the world when it came to him.

Another drip of warmth trickled down my ass cheek. A shiver ran through me. His mouth descended again, hot and spine-tingling as he licked the chocolate off. Another drop on my other ass cheek, and my cock thickened, growing ramrod straight. The need to have him bury his cock inside me turned into a consuming force, amplified by our flirtation throughout the workday, the multiple make-out sessions, and our loaded car ride.

He dripped more chocolate on my back, then licked it up. The slight tickle, the lush feel of his tongue on my skin, turned me on even more.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.” Jacob drizzled some over my ass cheek. His mouth descended on me again. My hole was bared, and my desperation amped up higher with every second.

“I need you,” I begged him.

“Well, I need one more taste first.” He placed the bowl of chocolate on the counter with a clink. Then he pried my cheeks apart and buried his face in my crack. The scratch of his beard on the sensitive skin mixed with his hot tongue lapping against my hole, and I keened out.

“Oh my god,” I gasped. He licked at me like I was as tasty as the chocolate, and he let out a low groan that vibrated against my hole, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. The heat of his mouth and the sinful swipe of his tongue sent me through the roof. I panted, my breaths sawing out of me.

He pulled away and squeezed my cheek. “Delicious.”

“How have you been depriving me of this for months?” I asked over my shoulder.

Jacob grinned, the wicked glitter of his eyes the sexiest damn thing. “Maybe if someone paid more attention to the cues I’d been giving.”

“Right, fine.” My cheeks heated. God, I’d been dense as fuck.

“Do you need me to open you up, baby?” he asked. My chest burst into butterflies at the endearment.

“Nah, slide right in.” I thrust my ass back in offering.

“Fuck, Hen. I’m so damn lucky.” The awe in his voice washed over me, plucking the chords of my heart.

“That’s me, babe.” I glanced back and met his gaze, and the softness there made me shiver. “I had a crush on you from day one. I just figured it was futile and buried it.”

“I thought you were hot as hell,” Jacob said. “But yeah, the second I was single again, you were the only one I had eyes for.”

I melted completely.

“Make me scream. Fuck me and make me yours.”

He chewed on his lower lip and squeezed my hips. “Hell yes.” He stepped away. Foil ripped, followed by the shick of his zipper. I hung my head, anticipating.

His fingertips circled my hole, smearing lube there, and then the tip of his cock nudged against my hole. I resisted the urge to thrust my ass back onto his length and instead let him take his time.

He began to push inside. As he split me open, the thickness burned a little, but I loved it. I kept my palms braced on the countertop as he thrust the whole way in, a bit longer and thicker than I’d anticipated. Mmmm, fuck yes. If I got to get screwed hard by him every day of the week, I’d die happy.

“Fuuuuck, Hen, you feel so damn good,” he moaned.

“Fuck me.” I needed him to thrust inside me more than I needed my next breath.

He shifted back and forth in tiny strokes. Bliss fluttered through me, increasing as he drew back farther and thrust in harder. Jacob pushed all the way in again, this time nailing my prostate. Pleasure flared through me hard and fierce, and I didn’t restrain my long, low moan.

He picked up the pace, gliding with a precision that hit me in the perfect spot over and over again. The breath punched out of me, and the sensations grew stronger with each pass.

“Oh god.”

Sweat prickled on my palms, and I slid across the counter with each thrust inside me as he fucked me like a rag doll. His hot, thick length split me open, and my cock throbbed, my balls aching to empty. I was so damn close to detonation, and we’d just started, but this was Jacob. I’d been attracted to him for far too long, and the truth that we were dating settled in my gut. We could do this whenever we damn wanted.

And god, I’d be begging for him constantly.

He fucked me hard and fast. The power of his movements, the way his big body felt behind me vaulted me higher. He seemed to have a direct line on my prostate, and fuck, I wouldn’t last long with how he railed me into oblivion.

“You feel like silk, baby.” He continued to pump inside me. My breaths came out unsteadily, and my vision blurred as drops of sweat prickled my eyes.

I babbled, my words unintelligible as he fucked me so hard I soared. God, he was so big and sexy, and I loved the way he enveloped me, how his chest pressed against my back as he railed me against the counter. My lashes fluttered, and the hits of pleasure kept coming until I couldn’t process anything but the feeling of his body wrapped around mine, his cock buried deep inside me, and the desperate ache in my balls.

“Need…to…come,” I forced out, even though the words slurred.

“Thank fuck.,” he breathed out. “I do too. You feel too damn good.”

He pounded into me a little harder. My vision shook, and sweat plastered strands of hair to my forehead. Our skin was sticky as it collided, but every time he drove home, I relished the sting.

“God, Hen,” he moaned. “Fuck, I want to stay buried in you forever.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” His thick cock inside me, delivering that bliss twenty-four seven sounded divine.

He reached around me and wrapped his palm around my cock.

Oh, fuck. Game over.

A few strokes of the massive hand around my cock were all it took to unleash the tension coiling inside me.

My balls drew up, and I came hard. My release shot out of me with enough force to steal my breath away. I closed my eyes, riding out the flood of pleasure coursing through my veins hot and heavy.

Jacob fucked me through my orgasm, his thick length driving into me relentlessly. I succumbed to the sensations, to the feel of him thrusting into me as I floated in this space.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. A second later, he curled over my back, his chest pressed against it as his cock throbbed inside me.

We remained like that for moments, minutes, hours; who knew? Just him and me in the quiet of his kitchen, the only sound our ragged breaths.

I wanted to stay in this place as long as possible, with him surrounding me, inside me. Yet, he finally pushed up and slowly drew out. “Goddamn.”

I winced at the sting, even though I’d relish the fuck out of the feeling the rest of the day.

I braced myself on the countertop, knowing I’d need to move but not wanting to. My legs were jelly, and collapsing into a couch or bed would be the damn best, but that meant extricating myself from my current spot.

The sound of water echoed through the kitchen, and a second later, something warm and wet swept over my skin, down my back, my ass cheeks, and then my hole. A lump formed in my throat at the way Jacob took care of me without being asked. His sweetness was one of the things that had drawn me to him from the start, and that persisted after he’d fucked me like a beast.

I was so damn lucky.

“Fuck, that was better than I could’ve imagined.” Jacob pressed a kiss to my nape.

I turned around to face him, and his hands moved to my hips. God, I loved how tactile he was. I could get used to all this touching and manhandling. “And think, that’s just the start.”

He shook his head, a dopey grin on his lips. Damn, I wanted to kiss him. He cupped my cheek with his palm. “I can’t wait.”

I leaned in and claimed his lips in a soft kiss. Shivers racked my body at the delicate joy growing stronger and stronger. When I pulled away, he was beaming.

“Want to curl up on the couch and order delivery?” he asked, reaching to grab my hand. I let him direct me.

“God, you’re perfect,” I said. “That’s exactly what I want to do.”

“Then I want that cock in my mouth in the shower later,” he teased. Lust flowed through me anew.

“Only if I get to return the favor,” I said, my mouth watering. I hadn’t gotten to explore his body yet, and I couldn’t damn wait.

“It’s a deal.” He plunked onto the couch and tugged me right onto his lap.

He wrapped his arms around me like a blanket, his body furnace hot and his clothes still half on, even though he left his pants unzipped. Holy hell, this was turning me on something fierce.

“Keep me on your lap, and the shower might have to happen sooner than later.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He squeezed me a little tighter.

I relaxed against him, my heart thumping hard. God, he was so easy to fall for.

“Put on whatever you want,” he said. “I just want to hold you for a little while.”

The heat of him encasing me, the way he held me tight, was everything I could have dreamed of in a relationship. And it was Jacob, someone I already loved and trusted, which only made it more perfect. My insides soared.

“That sounds perfect.”