Page 5 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

FIVE

JAKE

S arah practically climbed me, like a rabid monkey searching for fruit at the top of a tree, the moment we were securely back in my room.

I thought the brief conversation with my mother would have cooled her jets, but since returning from her bathroom trip at the party, she’d been wound tight, salivating to get me alone.

Not that I was complaining.

It had been months since I’d seen even a glimmer of that attraction.

Harried kisses were disrupted only by the removing of clothes. They lay discarded like debris from our path of lust-fuelled destruction. She tasted like pineapple and mint as I scooped her against me, deepening our kiss, trying to slow the onslaught of her just enough to take a breath.

‘Fuck me, Jake,’ she begged against my lips as I stroked my hands down to the small of her back.

‘Not yet,’ I murmured, wanting to make sure she came first. If there was one thing I wasn’t, it was a selfish lover. I always took care of my girl first. ‘Patience, sweet girl.’

‘I don’t want to be sweet tonight,’ Sarah moaned as I pushed her back onto the bed and split her thighs wide. Her pussy glimmered in the lamplight. Soaked. I grinned at her readiness. Damn, I didn’t know what had gotten into her, but I liked it.

I placed a dozen soft kisses across her thighs, avoiding that one spot I know she wanted me the most.

‘Jake,’ her voice was a whine as she threaded her fingers into my hair, tugging me upward. So demanding. Giving in, I lay my tongue against her, sweeping her desire into my mouth. The sigh she gave had me twisting my tongue around her clit, hoping to elicit more.

Still, her hands pulled at me. My brow knitted as I glanced up at her. My pulse stuttered as I spotted something that looked a lot like irritation in her face. Not the need she’d so raptly stared at me with all night.

Maybe I was taking too long?

With gusto, I pressed my mouth back over her heat, licking and sucking as she writhed beneath me.

The onslaught of tongue soon had her gasping and juddering beneath me, her hands abandoning their pull at my hair.

She came with a quiet quake, her thighs gripping at my head as satisfaction swept through me.

Making her come never failed to please me.

Wiping my chin on the back of my hand, I moved up the bed, tipping her legs to the side and filling her from behind.

Sarah draped a leg over my thigh while pleasure rippled through me at the sensation of encasing myself in her hot, wet pussy.

There wasn’t a single better place in the world.

Yet, she just lay there, not fighting me, but not reacting either. Just there.

I slowed my strokes, fighting against the urge to sate myself inside her.

‘Sarah,’ I murmured, kissing her neck.

No reply. Had she fallen asleep?

‘Sarah?’ Sliding back on the bed, I tipped her body to me, watching as she turned her face away. ‘Shit, baby, are you crying?’

My heart all but fell out of my ass as I gathered her up in my arms, cuddling her to my chest.

‘Hey. Hey. Talk to me. What’s wrong? I thought you were horny? We can stop if you want?’ Each shake of her shoulders felt like a punch to the gut.

‘It’s fine,’ she said. ‘Don’t stop.’

‘I’m not going to shag you while you’re crying. What kind of guy do you think I am?’

‘Maybe I want you to,’ she whispered. ‘Maybe I want you to pin me down and take me. To not be as nice in the bedroom.’

My pulse crashed in my ears. She wanted what? For me to be rough? I wanted to protest that that wasn’t me, but seeing her so torn up about craving something so badly made me bite my tongue. My girl deserved the world. If she wanted me to take control, I could do that.

Hell, if she wanted the moon I’d build a fucking ladder.

I hoped.

‘Tell me what you want.’ I drew circles over her naked thigh with my thumb.

Sarah eyes widened, the hazel glistening as she focused on me. ‘You don’t mind?’

The hope in her voice broke me. How long had she been wanting that? And why had she held off telling me?

‘I want to be everything for you.’ Just another way to strive to be perfect. Another way I was failing.

‘Sometimes sex feels like a routine. Like we are just going through the motions. I want to feel like you can’t keep your hands off me. Like you’ll do anything to have me. Like you’re obsessed with taking me.’ Her words tumbled out in breathy whispers as I smoothed away her tears.

‘I’m so sorry, baby.’ The fact I was letting her down was like another weight added to the many others I tried to balance. Guilt gnawed at me as I desperately tried to figure out what she needed. I always wanted her. I adored her. I’d just gone down on her and made her come. Of course I wanted her.

Intertwining her fingers with mine, she led them to her throat, guiding me to press at the edges. Holding her eye contact, I watched as her pupils darkened.

‘You want me to choke you?’ I asked.

‘I want you to use me.’

The thought made my stomach turn. I didn’t want to use her. Sex was a couple sport, not something to please me.

‘Okay,’ I fumbled. Unsure of what to do. ‘Um, kneel up. Get on top of me.’

There was a twitch of something in her look. Annoyance? Disappointment? Nerves tingled up my spine as she let out a breath and moved to straddle me.

She slid over my cock, swallowing me back into her with an arch of her hips. God, I adored her being on top. Watching her take what she wanted.

Not tonight.

Tonight she needed me to take .

I placed my hand back on her throat, restricting her breath as much as I dared.

Which wasn’t a lot. Tackling a scrum of angry men on the field felt a lot less intimidating than letting down a paramour.

How could leading a team down the pitch feel less scary than the uncharted territory she was tossing at me?

Cringe settled in as I sat back against the headboard, loosely cradling her throat as she rode me. The expression on her face told me that I was already failing to meet expectations, but my mind drew a blank on what to do.

‘Do you want me to move?’ I asked. ‘Or for me to call you a bitch or something?’

I’d never toyed with the whole dominant thing. I was about as dominant as a slice of wet bread. But I ached to please Sarah. All I wanted was to see her smile.

‘Do whatever you want with me,’ she said, her fingers moving down her chest to pinch at her nipples. Hard . A blissful moan tumbled from her lips. When she dropped her hands, the pink nubs stood pebbled and firm, crowning her perfect tits.

God damn.

I tipped us over, getting a pleased murmur from her as I thrust more deeply inside her, scooping my hips.

‘You’re such a… a…’ Fuck. My mind lay empty as I scrambled to find some dirty words. ‘Such a tart.’

Sarah’s nose crinkled and another wave of panic washed over me. That look, the way the light left her eyes, felt like a loss on the final whistle.

‘Tell me what you want to hear me say?’ I sighed.

‘If I tell you, it ruins it.’ Sarah shut her eyes and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. ‘Just forget it, babe.’

I continued thrusting, closing my eyes and burying my face in Sarah’s neck, needing it to be over.

When I came it was laced with shame.

A spurt of pure disappointment.

We lay together for a long time afterward, silence coating us in a blanket of awkwardness.

Her breath settled into a sleep filled pattern long before mine.

I stared at the ceiling until I knew every pit in the painted surface, beating myself all the while for being a failure.

If I couldn’t make her happy in bed, what else was I failing at in our relationship?

I had to find a way to be the man she wanted me to be.

And there was only one man depraved enough to teach me.