Page 134 of Jaked

Through the smooth fabric, I felt the tantalizing touch of his finger as it brushed against that special spot, rubbing and coaxing until my knees felt like jelly, and I was slick with wanting him. I was grinding against him now, desperately ready and wanting more.

Unable to wait an instant longer, I moved to unbutton his pants. He stepped away, leaving me cold and hungry. I gave another whimper.

And then, almost before I knew what was happening, he plowed forward to throw me over his shoulder. A half-moan, half-giggle escaped my lips as he took long, powerful strides toward the armchair. 

As he moved, I felt his hand reach under the skirt, and then under my panties. His warm palm cupped my bare ass, petting and caressing as he moved us forward. It was almost too much – the thoughts of him, the feel of him against me, the sensation of my hair dangling over his back as we moved – I needed himnow, before I went absolutely insane.

When we reached the armchair, he lifted me over his shoulder and half-tossed, half-laid me, face-down, over the chair's wide, cushiony arm. I turned my head to look back at him and tried to take a mental picture, something I could pull out later when this night was long gone. Silhouetted against the city windows, he looked a lot more like a conquering warrior than a guy from my old neighborhood.

My feet, still in those heels, slid against the marble floor, as if looking to lend at least a little stability to my vulnerable position.

"Give it up," he said, "you're not going anywhere."

Like I'd want to.

He prowled closer, and I felt his hands at my hips, skimming the bunched-up fabric of that short black skirt. With one forceful motion, he shoved the skirt up completely above my waist and then yanked down my panties, leaving the thin fabric straining, taut against my thighs.

With one hand, I reached behind, looking to push the panties downward and kick them off.

Gently, he stopped my hand. "Don't move," he said. "I want to see you just like this."

Lost in the moment, I swear, I couldn't have argued with anything he wanted, so I didn't even try. When I heard the sounds of a zipper, and felt his erection tease against my opening, I let out a moan of need.

Using my heels as leverage, I moved my hips upward, hoping he'd give me what I so desperately wanted. Instead, I felt his fingers drifting up the inside of my thigh until they reached their intersection. I felt a fingertip move higher and give that hardened little knob a long circular stroke that soon had me squirming against him and panting for more. And more.

It was utterly maddening. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted his touch. Desperate for both, I moved my hips backward. When he pulled back, leaving me no more satisfied than I'd been just a moment earlier, I whimpered with longing.

How could he wait, when he knew I was dying for him?

Desperate for anything he was willing to give, I wriggled my hips forward and ground against his fingertips. Finally, when I thought I couldn't wait another instant, I felt his erection tease my opening once again. But this time, instead of pulling back, he surged forward, entering me with one powerful motion, claiming me, filling me, making me moan out his name.

That was nearly all it took. I peaked hard and fast, shuddering with pleasure as his fingers and pelvis drove me over the top and then some.

As if free from constraint, Jake moved to grip my hips with both hands. He drove into me, harder and faster, until he too reached that moment of sweet oblivion. I heard my own name mingled with the sounds of his pleasure, along with the sounds of my own.

When we fell together, loose-limbed onto the armchair in a hot, quivering heap, I half-wondered if I'd wake up next day and learn this was all a dream.

I sure as hell hoped not, because if thiswasreal, I definitely wanted to do this again.