I didn’t ask. I knew exactly what I wanted. What I wanted to taste. My hands moved between her legs, spreading her slick folds wide. My tongue slid between her petals, slow at first.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
I grinned. God, she tasted sweet. I dipped his tongue against her again, my hands prying her thighs. I began lapping at the bud, relentless with thirst for her. With each moan and rock of her hips my cock few more solid.
“Olivia,” I breathed between her thighs.
She whimpered. “You do want me.” Her head rolled to the side.
“Let me show you. I want you more than you know.” I eased one of her legs over my shoulder so her hips tilted forward.
My tongue plunged against her entrance. I worked in and out, wickedly flicking over her throbbing nub before dipping into her sweet spot.
I felt her began to quiver around me. I pressed my palm to her stomach, pinning her to the wall while my tongue continued to lick and tease her.
“Ohh,” she moaned. “It’s so much. I can’t…I can’t…” Her words said one thing, while her hands pressed my mouth deeper between her legs. She rocked rhythmically against my tongue.
“Feel it. Feel what I can do to you.” I sucked hard against her, and the vibrations quickened. My tongue dipped deep, loving the feel of her clenching against me. Her hands flattened against the barn wall, and her hips thrust forward into my face.
I growled low, letting it rumble between her legs while I lapped against the sweet sugar she gave him. If she could come like that with my tongue, I could only imagine what she would do with me buried deep inside her. I growled again, knowing I was going to find out.
Her quivering quieted as she began to open her eyes. I kissed along her stomach, inching my way to standing.
I looked at her beautiful face.
“I want you even more than that,” I whispered.
“More?” she asked. “There’s more?”
Her fingers reached for the hem of my shirt, dragging it over my chest.
My mouth crushed against her. Her lips parted as I kissed her hard. I felt her nipples pebble against my chest as the friction between us heated.
I jerked her leg to my hip, wrapping it around my waist. My cock was hard, straining against my jeans. Her eyes flashed. I looked at our surroundings. Sawdust. Nails. The barn wall. I could do better than this.
“You want this?” I kissed the base of her throat, sliding my hand between her legs. She was so wet and ready.
She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
I picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and marched up the stairs. I was finally getting what I wanted.
13
Olivia
His lips were on mine and then suddenly I was looking at everything upside down. Jake climbed the stairs, kicked open his bedroom door, and then laid me on the bed. His eyes were on fire, brimming with lust and hunger.
My core melted from the inside out. I had never seen blue eyes blaze like that before.
Jake unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans to the floor.
My mouth dropped when I saw him. The moonlight streamed through the window, landing on his wide pulsing cock. I whimpered, wondering if I would be able to handle it. It was thick, long, and perfect.
On the walk from the house to the barn, I had convinced myself this was it. I would throw myself on him and blame the wine. I’d tell him I had a bottle, when really I had stopped before the second glass. It was a full-proof plan. But now I was naked. And he was naked. But holy shit he was huge. More than I could have ever imagined.
He climbed on the bed, crawling toward me. His chest was broad. His shoulders like boulders bracing his frame above me. I reached toward his skin, desperate to trace the hard ridges on his abs where muscle met more muscle.
I had pictured him a hundred times in my dreams. How he would look in my bed. How his mouth feel against my breast. How he would sound in the dark. But nothing prepared me for this.