Page 10 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

TEN

SARAH

J ake pinned me to the bed, his hips arching in the most toe-curling manner between my thighs.

The minute Drew had left, I’d practically dragged Jake back to the bedroom to show him my appreciation. Lord only knew what had possessed him to take charge like that, but it set me aflame.

‘Fuck. Sarah.’ Jake groaned as I wrapped my legs around him and matched his strokes. Only a scrap of lace separated us, and I wanted him to yank it aside and fill me until I screamed.

Waiting didn’t increase his urgency; he looked over at his phone on the bedside table instead.

‘Fuck me,’ I whined, scooping my hips until the head of his cock grazed my clit. A full-body tremble stole over me at the sensation. ‘Please? I need you.’

Where had his spark gone? The dominant flare that had made hope surge in my chest at dinner. He’d held me in his thrall for five perfect minutes until we were alone again.

I pulled my underwear aside.

I slid him inside me.

I used my heels to force him deeper.

And Jake fucked me. Half with me, half of his attention with his fucking phone. Each glance away stripped heat from me like water on fire.

‘Stay with me,’ I begged, pulling his mouth to mine to focus him back on me.

‘I’m here,’ he murmured against my lips, his gaze snapping back to mine as his hips pushed more forcefully to mine, spreading my legs wider with each lust-filled thrust. ‘Don’t worry, my dirty girl, I’m here.’

A remnant of that dominance returned as he pushed his fingers deep into my hair and tugged, exposing my throat to his mouth. Enough to set my nerves on edge with hope.

‘God,’ I moaned as his teeth and tongue tormented my neck, biting and licking until I writhed beneath him.

‘You’re mine,’ he growled, a sudden need to claim me washing over him and making his every movement harsher. More delicious.

‘Yours.’

One of his hands released my hair and moved around, gripping my chin.

‘Say it again,’ Jake demanded while landing a series of relentless thrusts inside me, stretching me almost painfully.

‘I’m yours. All yours.’

‘Do you want my cum, Sarah? Do you want me to fill you up?’ Jake’s voice shook with need, making my thighs clench tight.

‘Yes, mark me as yours.’

‘Touch yourself,’ he demanded as he lost himself in a series of bone-crushing strokes.

I obeyed, finding myself between my sweat-coated stomach and the valley below his abs.

My fingers circled my swollen clit in a flurry, desperate to meet his impending orgasm.

I buried my face in his salty throat, breathing in that manly musk that I so adored.

Threads of pleasure rolled from deep within me, each ragged thrust of his hips bringing another wave rushing through me.

‘I’m so close,’ I whimpered.

Jake didn’t answer as I’d hoped. No filthy command, no growled praise. Just silence where I craved heat. Quickening his pace, his muscles tensed.

Still, I toppled over the edge, coming but without the sordid edge in which I had downstairs. Jake soon followed, groaning as he filled me with hot cum, his moans muffled in the pillow beside me.

In the stillness of after, the doubts crept in. Insidious little voices telling me he was faking, that he was performing sweetness instead of burning with me.

Wrapping my arms around his expansive back, I traced my adoration into his smooth, muscled skin.

‘I love you,’ I whispered against his throat.

Jake came back to himself slowly, pulling us over so we lay on our sides against one another, his cock still pulsating within me.

I focused on his blond eyelashes, losing myself in the sea-blue beyond them. Placing my hand against his chest, I counted the thrum of his heartbeat.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked, his fingers scooping my hair from my cheek and tucking it behind my ear. ‘What I did downstairs, I should have asked first.’

‘I liked it,’ I admitted, lowering my gaze to his throat, where I watched a vein throb with the beat of his calming heart.

‘I thought you hated him?’ Jake’s fingers traced my jaw before tipping my chin up to force me to look at him.

‘I do.’

‘Then why did you come so hard when he watched?’ Confusion laced his words, but I didn’t detect any judgement in his voice.

‘Sometimes that makes it hotter. I don’t know why. I know it’s weird.’

‘I just want to understand, so I can do better,’ Jake said before dropping a kiss at the edge of my lips.

Swallowing, I kept going, my voice trembling as I delved into the desires I’d kept hidden for so long.

‘You taking control and demanding I give myself to you no matter who’s watching was what turned me on.

Not asking made me wetter than begging ever could.

I can’t explain it, but it just does something to me that makes me feral. ’

Jake’s gaze dipped to my lips before coming back to my eyes, his fingers closing tenderly over my throat with just enough pressure to make me sigh.

‘So you want more?’ he asked.

‘Yes. If you do.’

‘I want to make you happy.’ His words were sweet. Which was exactly the opposite of what I wanted.

As sleep dragged him under, I lay awake, squeezing around him, imagining a thousand filthy, brutal things I’d never dare ask for. And knowing, aching , that I never would.