Page 35 of Love Medley (Med Wreck Romance #1)

“You’re such a rebel,” I grin and drag Jake’s mouth back to mine. “I love how you go for what you want, no matter what,” I whisper in his ear, and he shivers.

I want to be that fearless too, one day.

Transitioning us from a seated position to lying down, Jake pulls me on top of him, my softness pressing against his hard length.

“This okay?” he murmurs in my ear as he rains searing kisses down my neck.

“Oh yes.” I’m panting from the delicious imprint of Jake on all parts of my body—I’m insatiable for his touch.

My hands slide down the front of his t-shirt, fingers tracing his hard, toned pecs, then his abs.

His muscles contract and twitch at my touch.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him even tighter against me.

His body immediately reacts with a shudder, and his hard cock nudges against me in exactly the right place.

I need this man inside of me, and this couch is just not cutting it.

“Take me to your bedroom,” I say. I’m shocked by my forwardness, but Jake has a way of breaking down all my barriers: I feel free to be myself around him.

Even more, I feel safer than I ever have before.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake playfully growls and picks me up.

Squealing with delight, I tighten my legs around his waist as he jogs me to his room and tosses me on the bed.

In a single movement, Jake pulls his T-shirt over his head. I examine every detail of his bare chest—just a whiff of hair, hard pecs, and flat planes of his stomach. Dark hair disappears into his jeans, a tantalizing hint of what lies below.

Slowly, I place one tentative hand on his chest; his warm skin under my fingertips rises and falls with his quickening breaths.

“Lucy,” Jake groans. “I can barely keep it together as it is.”

His gray gaze pins me with molten desire—I’m still in awe that he wants me so badly.

“I want to see you,” he croaks.

With his help, I peel out of my shirt. Jake lets out a ragged breath when he sees my matching lacy bra underneath.

“Lucy, may I touch you?” he asks.

Speechless, I nod. Jake reverently grazes gently over my curves with his hands, and then cups each of my breasts, resting their weight in his palms. Gasping, I feel my thighs tremble, and the wetness between my legs increases.

“You’re perfect,” he says, his hands continuously stroking, exploring. I’m shuddering from his ministrations—his touch is driving me completely wild. He moves my hair over one shoulder so he can kiss my neck, and I giggle as his scruff brushes my sensitive skin.

Pushing Jake backwards, I revel in how I make him react. He gazes at me like I’m a goddess that has come to reward him for good behavior. His clear desire for me is more of a turn-on than I ever thought possible.

As I sit astride him, I relish the sensation of his length between my thighs.

He’s burning hot, and he’s not close enough.

I rock back and forth, wanting to feel that friction again between us.

I’m pretty sure I could have an orgasm just like this, which is shocking to me.

I don’t climax easily, but yet just a few moments with Jake, I’m ready and wet.

“Stop, Lucy,” Jake begs. “I’m going to last only about five more seconds if you keep that up.”

I smile, feeling more confident than I ever have before. “Take off your pants,” I say, easing off of him, loving my role as a boss in bed.

Jake quickly obliges, unlatching his belt buckle and sliding his pants down, and I giggle at his eagerness.

He’s gorgeous. Narrow waist, navy boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination, the fabric adhering to his sculpted body.

“May I?” Jake asks, touching the button to my shorts, his pupils blown wide .

I nod, not able to breathe. He undoes the button and slides the shorts down my legs, taking his time, running his hands down my legs. I tremble at the contact.

“You’re stunning, Lucy,” Jake says admiringly. “Every inch of you.”

I love when he looks at me. When he talks to me. When he touches me.

He makes me feel secure, my pull-in-case-of-an-emergency backup. But at the same time, I’m untethered.

It’s a study of contradictions.

Sitting up, I guide Jake’s hands to the back of my bra. Jake unlatches it slowly, my nipples hardening further from the cold air rushing across them, or maybe it’s desire—I barely know right now. He groans when he sees them.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” Jake says. His eyes half-lidded with desire, he gently blows on one nipple.

A jolt of lust sears through my body. Before I know it, Jake’s mouth is on me, sucking on one nipple and simultaneously rubbing the other nipple with the callused pad of his thumb.

I’m exploding, going up in flames, gasping from all the sensations building in me.

His tongue swirls around the areola while his teeth nip at my sensitive flesh. And then he switches sides.

If I could internally combust, now would be the time.

“I need to touch you, Lucy,” Jake rasps. “Can I?”

“Yes,” I whisper, and his long, seeking fingers slide into my matching lacy underwear and brush against my clit.

Oh , this feels so good.

“You’re so wet.” Jake slips a finger inside me, while his thumb continues to circle my clit in a steady motion.

I shudder at how good it feels to have his finger inside of me. “More.”

Jake slides in a second finger, and I gasp from the added girth. He starts pumping both fingers in and out of me, and my hips rock in tandem with his rhythm, my body keening from sheer want.

“I need you inside of me so badly,” I pant as Jake continues his relentless pace. “Do you have a condom?”

“I don’t want to stop. You feel so good,” Jake growls, but then he slowly removes his fingers and watches my face as he slowly licks them, one at a time, like it is the most delicious thing he has ever tasted.

I could stare at this man forever and never get tired of him. My favorite porn ever.

Then Jake rolls over quickly to his bedside table and wrenches the drawer open with one hand, grabbing a foil packet.

“Wait,” I say, suddenly frantic for this to last. I’ve been wanting this for so long and finally it’s happening, and all I want to do is savor this moment.

Jake immediately stills. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay,” I smile. “I want to see you first.” I want him to know how much I appreciate every inch of him—and show him just how excited he makes me.

“Damn, Lucy. I swear, I’m going to come just hearing your voice. ”

I tug down his boxer briefs, which are already damp from pre-cum, and he springs free. His cock is large, veined, and beautiful, a deep dusky pink.

I’ve never enjoyed giving blow jobs—the gagging sensation is off-putting and so is the mess at the end. But I’m starting to realize that maybe it wasn’t the act itself, but the person I was doing with it.

With Weston, it was always about control. Not mine, obviously.

But with Jake, he’s the escape I didn’t know I needed. Before I know it, my lips are on the head of his glistening cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Jake exclaims, his eyes rolling back in his head as my lips slowly slide down, tasting the saltiness of his tip.

I’m so turned on that I’m dripping, and everything Jake says and does just makes me even more aroused.

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock as my right hand slides up and down his shaft.

The feel of his warm, pulsing skin mixed with the wetness of my saliva on my hand ignites me in a way that I was not expecting.

I want to keep going until he explodes in my mouth.

“Oh. MY. GOD.” Jake says, and he’s shaking. “Stop, Lucy, stop.”

It’s so hard to stop because his openness and vulnerability is such a turn-on. Even though it takes all my self-control, I release him.

Jake tears open the packet and rolls the condom onto his rigid cock. Then he eases me gently on my back .

I’m trembling with want. His tip is easing open my folds, and the sensation of the head of his cock at my entrance is almost too much to bear. He’s poised, waiting, as if worried that I’ll reject him.

“Please,” I say. “I need you, Jake.”

With a guttural groan, Jake eases himself inside; as he enters me, every nerve is screaming for release. “Jesus, Lucy. You feel perfect. Oh my God.”

Inch by delicious inch, Jake slides deeper. “Are you okay?” he asks me, breathless.

I love that Jake’s checking in with me, even though I’m sure he’s barely holding onto his control. He’s not the only one.

“Yes,” I say, tugging him closer, desperate for him to fill me. “More.”

Jake pulls back slightly before pushing even further with the second thrust. I let out a long groan–this feels so good, I never want it to end.

I pull him towards my body until he’s so deep inside me that his hips are flush against mine. And we lie there, breathless, overcome by how good it feels.

We stare into each other’s eyes, motionless, as if we are scared that by even breathing, the magic of the moment will dissipate.

But then he begins to move.

Oh . I’ve never felt anything like this before.

I’m mostly subdued when I have sex, and orgasms are tough for me. Usually it takes quite a bit of foreplay to get me there, so often in the past, I’ve faked a climax because I’m impatient for it to be over .

But this. This is so different. I’m definitely going to orgasm. I’ve felt it building from the moment Jake first kissed me on the couch. Or maybe since he first shook my hand in the ER so many weeks ago.

And with Jake, I never want it to end.

Each thrust of his hips into my deepest recesses sends me higher. His hand reaches down and flicks my clit back and forth; he’s also discovered that with more shallow thrusts, he’s found my G-spot.

“Ohhhhhh!!!” I moan. I’m loud, but I hardly care. I’ve broken out of the mold that others have set for me. All that’s left is just pure feeling and desire with no restrictions or guidelines.

I’m able to just be .

“Will you come for me, baby?” Jake asks, never slowing his pace. “I want you to come for me.”

“Yes, yes, I’m gonna come.” The unfurling sensation is starting deep in my belly; the journey has been just as good as the final explosion is going to be.

Jake watches me closely, as if each moan, each gasp gets him closer to his own climax. I sense that my pleasure is as important as his own. With each nudge of his cock against my G-spot and each slide of his nimble fingers over my sensitive nub of skin, I’m cresting—higher, higher, higher.

And then…

Suddenly I’m crashing, wave after wave of shuddering release. I hear Jake shout as he pounds harder and harder into me, capturing the last bits of my orgasm as he reaches his own release.

He shudders five, six times until he collapses on top of me .

After a few moments while we catch our breath, Jake gasps, “HOLY. FUCK.”

I laugh. We’re still connected, and I love that. I hold him closer as my body shakes against his. “That pretty much sums it up.”

Jake rolls away, disposes of the condom, then wraps me back up in an embrace. I cuddle in closer to him, soaking in his heat.

“When I invited you over, I swear I wasn’t expecting this,” Jake says.

“I wasn’t either,” I admit. “But I don’t regret it at all.”

His fingers are drifting up and down my spine, and it feels so good. I never want to move.

“I know you haven’t had great experiences with guys, and I never want to take advantage of that. But I admit I have a hard time saying no to you.”

I sigh contentedly. “You didn’t take advantage. I wanted this. I wanted you . And you checked in with me every step of the way.”

Jake lifts his head up and gazes at me seriously. “You can always say no to me,” he says. “It will never be a problem. I want you to feel safe and in control. Always.”

Him saying those words out loud—it’s everything. I feel tears welling up, even though I’m happy, not sad. “Thank you, Jake. That means so much to me. But you don’t need to worry—I’ve always felt safe with you.”

Jake folds me into his arms again, and I lie there for a moment, loving the sensation of peace flooding through me.

I’m in awe of how each interaction with Jake doesn’t falter—it just builds on the foundation we already have in place.

Obviously the sex was…everything, but honestly, it was only an expression of where we already were.

That’s why it meant so much more.

After another beat I say, “So. Are you hungry?”

Jake laughs, a muffled sound against my hair. “Thought you’d never ask.”