Page 49 of Puck Love
“I know, right? Grab the guac for me, will ya? We’re not feeding the damn seagulls.”
I headed for the kitchen and dumped the dirty dishes onto the counter, only slightly bummed that I’d missed Jake’sopenmouthed sputtering. Hey, I hadn’t set out to aggravate him on purpose. Well…not all the time, but I’d admit that sparring with him gave me a rush like nothing else.
Look at me now. Blood zipped through my veins, pounding in my ears and making my dick pulse in my shorts. I adjusted my semi as I turned to Jake and whipped my T-shirt over my head.
He caught my tee one-handed and set the bowl of guac on the island. “Keep your clothes on, Trinsky. We have to talk about this—establish boundaries?—”
“And safe words. I call Cheerios.”
Jake heaved a put-upon sigh. “Number one, there will be no reason for a safe word. I’m not signing up for anything kinky.”
“Oh, I can change your mind. I could paddle your ass or tie you up.”
“Not happening. Number two, could you please be serious?”
“Nope. Serious only works if you’re trying to make a sexy move on your partner. Since you’re a sure thing, I don’t have to woo you, tell you that you’re so hot or whatever the fuck. We can get to the good stuff.Bam! You know what I mean?”
He scratched his temple. “Uh, yeah. That’s true, but no going too fast and if one of us is uncomfortable with anything, we stop, no questions asked.”
“I’m gonna have questions.”
“You’ll have to hold them.”
“Hmph. What if my questions are important?” I countered. “Neither of us has done anything we’re thinking of doing with a man. If it’s too much or too little, I won’t know unless you speak up.”
“Okay, that’s fair,” he conceded.
“Good. I have a question.” I raised my hand like an eager first grader. “Are you planning on wearing that suit all afternoon?”
Jake slid his suit jacket off his broad shoulders and draped it over a barstool before unbuttoning his oxford shirt. He pulledthe fabric open, exposing his smooth, toned chest. His abs rippled as he curled his fingers around his belt buckle, and I was practically salivating as his hand drifted to his zipper
Filthy thoughts of my cum spurting on his chest blindsided me and made me weak in the knees. If I’d had any last-second doubts, they were gone now.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
“This way,” I grunted and headed for the stairs.
My bedroom was huge. It literally took up most of the third floor and had a super-high ceiling. It also boasted incredible ocean views, visible from the ginormous California king bed. This room had more “me” in it than the rest of the house. I didn’t care about the ugly granite kitchen counters, but I couldn’t wake up to gold-leaf wallpaper or the statue of Aphrodite that the former owners had left behind. My mom had bought a navy duvet for me and hung a bunch of framed beach photos on the white walls. It was minimalist and soothing.
But I still hadn’t gotten around to?—
“Oh, my God. There’s a mirror on your ceiling.”
I closed the blinds with a remote and glanced up as if mildly surprised. “What do you know?”
Jake burst out laughing. “No. No way. I can’t look at myself doing…sex things.”
“Close your eyes,” I suggested, folding the duvet aside and climbing to the center of the mattress. I slipped my fingers under the elastic band of my shorts, hoping we were still thinking the same debauched thoughts. “Have you changed your mind? It’s okay, you know. We don’t have to do anything. There’s no pressure here and no reason to?—”
Whatever mumbo jumbo I’d been spouting was cut short by his rough kiss.
Jake slanted his mouth on mine, grabbing my jaw and thrusting his tongue inside. And damn it, this was better than I’d remembered. Rabid kisses and greedy tugs at hair and clothing were punctuated with heavy breathing and frustrated groans. I wanted him under me, on top of me, any way he’d let me get close.
He pulled away to unzip his trousers, letting them fall to his feet as he peeled off his shirt. Then he kicked the fabric aside, along with his shoes and socks, and joined me on the bed. No hesitation.
We rolled from one end of the mattress to the other, sucking, kissing, licking, and nibbling in a frenzy. Pillows flew, and I was pretty sure we knocked over a water bottle and the book I’d started reading last night. We could tear the room apart for all I cared. I was all about the sweet grind of Jake’s erection.