Together We Lie

Chapter Twenty Four

IfIthoughthe looked like a kid at Christmas before, this was nothing to how Jake looked now. Gripping the steering wheel, murmurs of fuck yes and Jesus slipped from his lips in hushed whispers as he took bends like a professional drag racer.

During a stretch of straight road with zero traffic, he seemed to remember I was here, glancing sideways with the most carefree look on his face. He reached his hand across and palmed my thigh, dragging his hand slowly up the inside of my leg.

I relaxed into my seat, enjoying my car from a different perspective; the glow of the interior dash lights, the feel of the leather under my legs, and the growl from the engine, all without having to focus on the task of driving.

Jake’s fingers dipped beneath the hem of my dress and brushed across my bare pussy. His breath hitched with a whispered curse, and he slammed on the brakes so quick I had to steady myself on the dash. The car skidded to a stop, straddling two lanes.

“Jake! What the fuck?” I cried, adrenaline pumping through my veins at the speed he stopped the car. I turned and peered out the back window, looking up the deserted road to the tire marks he’d painted on the asphalt. The road was eerily quiet with no other cars in sight, the long expanse of road lit up by the streetlights bathing the way like a racetrack and only the purr of the McLaren’s engine for noise.

“Stefany?” he questioned, his voice low and dangerous. He hadn’t moved and was staring straight ahead, keeping one hand tightly holding the steering wheel and the other cupping me under my dress. “You weren’t wearing any panties under this dress the whole night?”

“No.”

“Fuuuuck.”

He removed his hand in a blur and accelerated hard, causing the wheels to spin and the smell of burning rubber to penetrate through the car. I should have been pissed at him for grinding down the tread on my tires, but the rigidity of his jaw and the way the cords of muscles strained out from under his rolled-up shirtsleeves screamed this man only had so much resolve before he would be pulling over, dragging me onto his lap, and fucking me in my car.

Jesus, that thought sent tingles to my toes.

Jake drove us to his apartment in record time, navigating through the main roads and side streets with precision. He turned down a ramp to an underground parking lot and pulled up next to the black Lamborghini SUV I recognised instantly.

A red Ferrari, an Aston Martin Valhalla in marine blue, and a metallic green Lamborghini Sian FKP 37 were parked alongside the SUV, making my jaw hit the ground as I stepped out of my car and took in his collection.

“How did you get this?” I asked and skimmed my hand along the green supercar. “It’s a limited edition.”

Jake shrugged like it was no big deal that he managed to get his hands on one out of a fleet of fifteen cars sold in the US for a whopping two-point-six-four million dollars. I shook my head in disbelief at his supercar set.

“And you were nearly coming in your pants over my car,” I whispered, more to myself than to him.

“I’d rather come somewhere else,” he murmured, stepping behind me to wrap his arm around my waist, and dropped his hand to cup me over my dress as his tongue ran along the shell of my ear. He shifted his hand to lace his fingers with mine and tugged me away from the impressive display of expensive cars.

“I need to get you upstairs,” he growled, then pushed the button for the elevator doors to open immediately.

We were barely inside when he crushed me against the mirrored wall, crashing his lips onto mine. His hands tangled in my hair, and he wrapped the dark stands around his fist, tugging hard. My throat thickened, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from need and lust and so much want. Jake tugged again, pulling my head back as he took control of the kiss, swirling, sucking, and dancing with my tongue as he began working me into a frenzy instantly.

“Jake,” I moaned, as he tore away from me to pepper my jaw with kisses and grind his hips into mine, making my pulse quicken. The ding of the elevator door sounded, snapping us out of our lust-filled make-out session like two horny teenagers.

Taking my hand again, Jake led me into a dimly lit, open plan living room with huge floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the twinkling city lights below. I dropped my hand from his hold and walked to take in the view, drinking in the city that had been my home for my whole life. I might love the solitude of my little house with Alex, but I would never get over the beauty of this landscape.

Jake stood behind me, settling his hands on my hips as I leaned my back into his chest much too comfortably. My focus moved from the spectacular view of the city to the reflection in the window of the gorgeous man holding me like I belonged to him. Like I belonged here with him.

“This is beautiful,” I breathed as his lips met my neck again. He truly had a fascination with my neck, humming into my skin, and the vibrations from the sound and the scrape of stubble from his jaw tickled down my throat.

Spinning in his arms, I cupped his ruggedly handsome face in both hands. I reached up and placed a small kiss on his swollen lips and began tugging his tucked shirt out of his trousers, allowing him once again to deepen and take control of the kiss.

“Condom,” he said as I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his broad shoulders to let it fall onto the floor. I stood back from him to get a proper look at the ink that had always taunted me by either peeking out his collar or sleeve or had been shining through the material of his clothes.

It was amazing.

Across his wide shoulder and down his bicep stood a lion in a desolate land, looking into a lake. The reflection of a small cub was staring back at the lion with a cheeky smirk if you looked closely. It was detailed and elaborate and absolutely beautiful. The ink continued across his shoulder and down his pec, where high in the skyline, broken up several pine trees and dark angry-looking clouds, glowed a large moon with a bird of prey flying through it.

I traced my fingertips along the black and grey lines, scraping my nails over the outline of the cub, to the lion and continued upwards. His skin pebbled against my touch and a tremor cascaded down his back. He reached up and stilled my hand with his, holding it against the heat of his strong chest.

“Stefany,” he murmured, reaching up with his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I leaned into his touch.

His eyes were drinking me in, filled with such raw desire it made my mouth feel like I had swallowed wool. I bit my bottom lip as I remembered his last words before his ink distracted me.

“Oh, it’s okay, I’ve got an implant.” I absently ran my hand along my bicep, feeling the thin plastic device buried under my skin. “I’m also clean. I got checked recently.”

He grimaced. “I wasn’t really asking. I can’t fuck you bare.”

I froze, hyperaware of how that sounded, telling him he could just jump straight in without protection. Sensing my mood change, he pressed his lips to my forehead.

“I’m clean too, and I’d love nothing more than to fuck you without one, Stefany. But, it goes against my rules.”

His rules.

He had rules just like me, except he appeared to be better at sticking to his. I was ready and all too willing to break one of the most fundamental rules by letting this man inside me. A list of rules I had already broken by letting him kiss me, touch me.

Confliction coiled around the nerves that had built in my stomach as clarity and sensibility began to make an ugly appearance. I didn’t know what to do.

Okay, that was a lie. I knew what I should do, but I didn’t want to do that.

Jake took away any hesitation I had as he tucked his hands under my thighs and lifted me off my feet with a lust-filled moan, guiding my legs to wrap around his bare waist, and resumed our kiss from before.

His deft hands found the zipper of my dress and tugged it sharply down my back, drawing an elicit moan from my mouth as he started to peel the fabric from my skin.

Jake’s muscular arms kept me firmly around his waist, holding my ass in one hand as he helped me rid myself of the top half of my dress with the other. I shivered as the cool air of his apartment enveloped my skin when the dress pooled around my waist.

As well as no panties, I’d also forgone a bra, rendering me exposed in a way I hadn’t been in years to a man - more specifically, to a man I had no business getting naked with. But the way his arm banded up my spine and cupped the back of my head to bring my lips down to his, gently, made me shiver with anticipation.

All rules had been well and truly obliterated by the feel of his warm chest pressed against my skin. He was impossibly hard, all the while being incredibly soft beneath me. But it wasn’t enough, and I itched to get closer.

I could feel my nipples harden as he squeezed me almost painfully to him, pushing out any air left from my lungs and groaning into my lips like he felt the same raw need that I did. I lost all rational thoughts as his scent and the smell of his aftershave, which always seemed to make my mouth water, made me giddy.

Jake carried me to his bedroom, neither of us breaking our kiss until he tossed me down on the king-sized bed and quickly rid the rest of my dress down my thighs.

Jake’s eyes ran appreciatively down the length of my body, his throat bobbing on a swallow as he took me in. I pressed my legs into the mattress, fighting the urge to draw them to my chest to hide from his piercing blue stare. My arms, however, could not be stopped as they landed on my stomach, suddenly embarrassed by how much I’d eaten at the restaurant.

“Don’t cover yourself up to me,” Jake said, his dark eyes narrowing in on my palms splayed across my stomach.

His fingers flexed by his sides, as if he was fighting the urge to touch me. His eyes flicked back to mine in silent warning if I didn’t comply with his request. I nodded and found my hands dropping to the mattress and instead fisted the sheets.

I gazed at the ropes of veins bulging along Jake’s forearms, along his pectorals and his perfectly round nipples – urgh, even his nipples are perfect – and to smooth bumps of his stomach muscles. I caught his eyes perusing my body the way mine had done to his, and he wetted his lips, taking in my sun-kissed skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Stefany,” he whispered as he moved closer to the bed, resting a knee near my foot. His abdominals flexed as he removed his belt and tossed it to the ground. He brought his other knee to the bed, towering over me briefly, before lowering himself to cover me completely, arms on either side of my head as they supported his weight.

“I’m going to ruin you for all other men. You will never want anyone else inside you but me, and after tonight, you will know who you belong to.”

The words didn’t register as he kissed me with such ferocity that all my senses were blocked. No sight or sound registered, and my eyes flickered shut as his tongue pushed between my lips, swirling and tasting every inch of me. I couldn’t be sure if a moan slipped out of my mouth as my insides slowly turned to mush and I lost myself to the intense pleasure Jake was providing.

Jake moved to my jaw, tracing lines across it with his lips, and then moved down to my throat, leaving soft kisses on the column of my neck. My skin ignited and tingled with the anticipation of finally being touched by this man.

The scent of coconut filled my nose as the ends of his thick, dark hair tickled my chin as he travelled down my chest.

His lips brushed over my breasts, his stubble scraping along my skin as his tongue darted out to lick over a nipple so quickly, I hissed at the loss of contact that had sent an electrical impulse travelling through my core and straight to my clit.

He stuck his tongue in my belly button, causing me to squirm as his hands ghosted down my sides and I released a laugh at the foreign sensation. I could feel him chuckle into my skin as he continued his journey down my body.

He was so close to my centre and my pussy throbbed almost painfully inside and out at the thought of his mouth reaching there. I had been on the precipice ever since he teased me during the company picnic and his reaction to discovering I wasn’t wearing panties tonight had me in need of a release. I was a panting mess, and he hadn’t even touched me where I wanted him most.

Sliding from the bed, Jake’s large hands wrapped around my hips and tugged to bring me to the edge of the mattress. My breath hitched, and I propped myself onto my elbows, looking into his dark eyes from where he knelt on the floor. He looked hungrily back at me like he was trying to control himself. But I didn’t want him to. I wanted all of him, that primitive side that flickered behind his eyes and wanted so desperately to come out to play.

He slid a hand down my shin, moving each foot to bend at the knee and rest on the bed, wide enough for him to fit his shoulders in between my legs. I was splayed wide to him, completely stripped and ready for him. And this time, no one could interrupt us.

“You are so wet for me, and I’ve barely begun to touch you,” he said, holding on to my ankles. I tried to close my knees, but he growled, “Don’t you fucking dare. I want to see all of this pretty pink pussy.”

His mouth crashed down on me without so much as a warning. No flirtatious grazes against my thigh, no teasing warmth against my skin, just his hot wet tongue that licked one smooth line up my centre as I cried out and collapsed back, clutching at the duvet. He said he wanted me to know who I belonged to, and with every caress and every swirl of his tongue against my clit, I knew.

I belonged to Jacob Weston.

I arched my back off the bed as he sucked my clit into his mouth, adrenaline and oxytocin coursing through my body.

“Fuck,” I moaned, throwing an arm over my face and biting down to stifle my wails. Jake circled my clit again and his fingers crept under my ass, kneading into the flesh of my ass cheeks as I squirmed and writhed on the bed.

He licked another hard, hot band through my middle before sticking his tongue deep into my pussy, my hand flying to his hair and clutching the strands tight to hold him between my thighs as he fucked me with his tongue.

“Oh God, oh God,” I repeated over and over, unable to say more as my chest heaved in time with my audible gasps. Time and space no longer existed when he added a finger, followed by a second, and curled them both inside me.

“Jake,” I cried, pushing my head further into the mattress and pushing my hips up as the unmistakable tingles of an orgasm swirled in my stomach.

He laughed without taking his mouth off me, the sound reverberating through me and adding extra vibrations which made my toes curl and my fist tighten in his hair. My hips were moving of their own volition, rocking and rotating as my body took over completely.

“Fuck, Jake,” I panted, licking my lips and tasting saltiness from the physical exertion I was having very little participation in. I was desperate to touch him, to taste him, to have him inside me, but I was so close to coming. So damn close that I couldn’t make myself stop him.

“That’s it. Louder, Stefany,” he groaned into my thigh at the feeling of my muscles tightening in response to what he was doing. “Scream my name while I make you come with my tongue.”

He put his mouth back on me, and I was done. His dirty words and final suck of my clit pushed me over the edge. I screamed and moaned incoherent words, and maybe his name at some point, as my whole body shook with an orgasm that could have made me blackout.

Jake’s head reappeared from the bottom of the bed with a smug look of satisfaction. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up my body so we were face to face. He leaned down and kissed me hard, and I could taste myself on his lips. My breath was still coming in small gulps as I tried to slow down my heart rate. My hair clung to my forehead and there was a light sheen of perspiration down my chest.

I reached down his stomach, feeling each ridge of muscle and a sprinkle of hair as I moved toward his waistband. I flicked the button and slid the fly down, but before I could reach inside, he caught my wrist and pushed it above my head.

I frowned and looked into his deep blue eyes. They were a mixture of arousal, want, and… conflict? What did he have to be conflicted about? It was obvious he wanted me; I could feel the proof of it pressed against my legs, so why wouldn’t he let me touch him?

“I want to repay the favour,” I whispered, leaning up to pepper his stubbled jaw with kisses and trying to dislodge my arm from his grip. He shook his head.

“It’s okay,” he said, nuzzling into my neck and nipping at the sensitive skin between my ear and shoulder with his teeth. “I just want to be inside you.”

He leaned over and opened the top drawer of his bedside table to pull out a strip of condoms and tore one off, tossing the others toward the headboard. In one practised move, his trousers were on the floor, the foil package off and he had rolled the condom down his hard dick, which was already beaded with precum.

I wasn’t well-versed in the male anatomy, only choosing a select few as past lovers, but I could already tell he was much bigger than the guys I’d been with in the past. And after years of not having sex, his monster of a cock was going to destroy me.

I bit my lip nervously and forced myself to drag my eyes away from where he was sitting, with his hand moving up and down his cock in smooth, lazy strokes.

My gaze moved up his chiselled chest to meet his hooded eyes, which were sparkling with amusement and arousal as he observed my reaction to him. He dropped his hand and leaned forward to touch his lips against mine.

“It’s been a while,” I managed to squeak as he pulled away from our kiss, and he chuckled softly, almost soothingly.

But the heat of embarrassment still coated my skin at the admission. I could kill his man with my bare hands, but admitting I hadn’t had sex in ages was one of the hardest things I’d done. I felt like a virgin on prom night. Not that I’d gone to my prom, so I could only guess that’s how I felt.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispered, caressing a hand through my hair to push back the strands stuck to my face. I swallowed hard and nodded. “I’ll take care of you.”

He kissed me again before moving his knees to part my legs, leaning one hand next to my head and holding his cock in the other. I whimpered when he dragged the head of it up and down my pussy, teasing my entrance with the tip, my body craving him regardless of my unwelcome nerves. Biting my bottom lip, I inhaled a breath, tensing as he slowly pushed the head of his dick into me.

“Relax, Stefany,” he whispered into my neck, dragging his lips over my skin as he pushed in all the way, stretching me and filling me up with a slight pinch. A delicious pinch that I knew I would never get enough of. He paused, his hips meeting mine, and silently questioned if I was okay.

I gave him a small smile just as he slowly circled his hips, completely seated deep inside me, and then pulled out slightly. My breath hitched, and a whimper left my lips, urging him to move more.

“It’s like your pussy was made for me, Stefany. I’m going to come sooner than I want to.”

I tried to laugh, but it quickly transitioned into a throaty groan as his head fell into the crook of my neck, bringing our bodies flush, brushing that sweet spot deep within me that made my eyes close.

I could tell his were shut tight, buried in my shoulder in the anguish of barely moving. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass, pushing my hips up and begging him to do something.

“Well, you did promise me multiple orgasms. Just fuck me, Jake,” I whispered, and that was the go-ahead he needed. He started to thrust, small and shallow at first, to let me adjust. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into the skin and leaving little half-moon marks.

He started to get into his rhythm, moving his thick cock in and out in long and deep movements as my pussy gripped him like it never wanted to let go. His grunts were primal, laced with cursing and dirty promises of everything he wanted to do to my body.

Slowing his pace, he pushed back on his elbow and looked into my eyes. It was unnerving and extremely intimate to look at someone when they were so many wonderful inches deep inside you. Who fucking knew how big Jake was; all I did know was he felt amazing, and he needed to fuck me. Hard.

“Harder, Jake,” I moaned and closed my eyes, unable to keep his stare as I tentatively thrust my hips up under him. He growled and moved my legs to hold them against his chest as his thrusts grew stronger and his grip tightened around my shins. I struggled to breathe with the new angle, allowing him to move to a depth inside me I didn’t think was possible.

Just as I was becoming accustomed to this new position he dropped my legs on either side of him to lean down and suck my neck as his rhythm increased, his cock pumping in and out, his hips moving harder and faster as he fucked me to the point I screamed out in pleasure.

He flipped us, keeping us joined, so I was on top and in control of setting the pace.

From here, everything was heightened. I placed my hand on Jake’s glistening chest and the other behind me on his thigh for support as I started to rock. Jake’s hand gripped my hips to help slide me up and down his hard dick, each downward thrust eliciting a gasp until eventually I threw my head back in ecstasy with my long hair flowing down my back. I felt full in a way I’d never had before.

Jake released a hand from my waist and brought it to my breast, squeezing and massaging it before pinching my nipple between his thumb and finger. The pain-pleasure mixture had me panting as small beads of sweat rolled down my collarbone.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Stefany,” Jake rasped from below me, moving his hips to meet my thrusts in tandem. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your tight pussy when you come. Come for me, Stefany.”

I moaned and closed my eyes, not wanting this to end. My fingers gripped his leg so tight that they throbbed, and I would have been surprised if he wasn’t bruised.

“Let go, Stefany,” he growled. “I want to feel your beautiful body come undone. Give in and come.”

I wanted to tell him to shut up, that no one does that on demand, but I was too far gone, and with one final thrust, I let out a strangled cry as I came, over and over, my limbs turning to jelly at the intense pleasure running through my veins. Jake sat up to pull me tight to his body, and with a roar, he found his release, pulsing into the condom buried inside me.

“Jesus, fuck,” I managed to whisper, leaning my sweaty forehead against his. His body bounced as he laughed, laying us down and keeping me on his chest as he started to soften.

“That was unbelievable,” he breathed as he pulled out and rolled off the bed to discard the used condom in the bathroom. He returned to the bed and slid in beside me, tangling me in his arms and the cool bed sheets.