Until Lexi

11

LEXI

Once Jake shuts and locks the door, all bets are off.

No, wait.

That was our clothes.

One minute we’re fully clothed. The next we’re not.

Here we stand, both completely bare, breathing heavily with our clothes scattered across the floor around us. I can’t even be sure who stripped who of every scrap of material covering our bodies. For all I know, the garments disappeared like magic.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think I’m drunk.

But I barely had a sip of the drink I ordered before Jake pulled me away like a man on a mission. I guess you could say he was. Not that I think he intended to make me come all over his hand in the dark parking lot of the bar, but I’m not complaining. I never thought exhibitionism was my thing—not sure it really is—but even knowing a few people saw what was going down, I have no regrets.

It was hot as hell.

But he was right. It wasn’t enough.

One orgasm from Jake could never be enough.

Even if it was explosive, and the best I’ve ever had.

I’ve tried telling myself that getting involved with Jake is a bad idea, but I’m done lying to myself. Jake has penetrated all my defenses, and now, with him standing in front of me in nothing but his tan, tatted skin… I’d have to be fucking brain dead to put a stop to this.

My gaze trails hungrily down his body.

Every inch of him is gorgeous fucking perfection.

His smooth, broad chest.

Flat, well-defined abs.

The trail of dark hair from his navel to his cock that has my mouth watering, desperate for a taste.

Jake wraps his hand around his thick, hard cock, stroking firmly from root to tip as he watches me, waiting for my reaction.

He wants a reaction? I’ll give him one.

I’m done wasting fucking time.

Rather than wait for Jake to make the next move, I advance on him, pressing my body firmly against his as I run my hands up his chest, looping one hand around the back of his neck. Pulling his head down to my level, I lick that fucking dimple in his chin that I love so much, then take his lips with mine.

Drawing out the kiss, I trace the tip of my tongue along the seam of his lips, coaxing them apart a little. Jake moans into my mouth as the kiss deepens, his surprise fading as his hands finally find their way to my body. His rough palms trail down my spine, separating at my lower back, settling firmly on my hips.

With our bodies pressed so tightly together, we can both feel our need for each other. His thick, hard cock rubbing against my lower belly. My pebbled nipples brushing against his chest. Jake may not be able to feel the wetness pooling between my thighs yet, but I do.

Wet. Warm. Wanting.

His grip on my hips tightens, making shivers race the length of my spine, but he makes no move to take control.

With that in mind, I move.

I take small steps forward, forcing Jake to move with me.

Without breaking our kiss, I lead him backwards until his legs bump against the end of the sectional in the living room, then I push him down onto it. Jake chuckles, releasing me instead of pulling me down with him. He plants his hands on the sofa behind him, propping himself up so he can watch what I do next.

For all his talk of making me give up control, he’s sure as hell not doing much to stop me from doing things my way.

Jake’s eyes darken, pupils widening as I drop to my knees in front of him on the hardwood floor. Sliding my palms up his thighs, I spread them apart to make room for my body in between. As I move forward and slowly lean in, Jake’s breaths get shorter, lips parting as he watches through hooded eyes.

Moving one hand from his thigh, I reach down between my own, gathering my juices on the tips of my fingers, moaning softly as my fingers brush over my clit. Bringing my hand to his erect cock, I wrap my fingers around it and stroke slowly, spreading my slickness over his entire length.

A low groan rumbles up from Jake’s throat as his gaze moves from my face to my hand, the fire in his eyes burning brighter, blazing with realization at what I’ve done. Stroking once more, I lean in, flicking my tongue over the tip, relishing the heady combination of his flavor and mine.

“Fuck, Lexi,” Jake curses under his breath.

I hum with satisfaction as his cock jerks in my hand.

Keeping my eyes locked on his face, I part my lips and lower my head, watching how his expression changes as his cock disappears into my mouth. There’s something so inherently sexy about the way a man reacts when you’ve got him at your mercy, when he can’t focus on anything but you and your touch.

And given this is Jake…

Watching his eyes close, as his head drops back and the muscles in his throat move as he swallows back the curses waiting to tumble out of his mouth has me so goddamn wet, I’m practically dripping onto the floor beneath me.

Most men enjoy watching their woman come.

They love seeing how she loses herself in bliss, knowing they’re the ones that made her feel good enough to fall to pieces. It’s an ego thing, an alpha thing.

The men may be onto something, because there’s something to be said about how hot a guy can be when he comes. I love watching a man fall apart and break down to the basest parts of himself because of me. But that’s not the best part.

No, I prefer this moment right here.

The moment it all begins.

That first taste of ecstasy.

Knowing I’m gonna give it to him.

Makes me feel like a fucking goddess.

Guess I’ve got a little alpha in me, too.

Looking up at him through my lashes, I swirl my tongue around his throbbing head before I suck him back into my mouth. I take his dick as far as I can, then a little farther until he hits the back of my throat.

He sucks his breath through his teeth, hissing as he brings his gaze back to mine. Still leaning back on one arm, he reaches out with the one to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, Lexi,” he whispers, sliding his hand around to cup the back of my head.

I wink and hollow out my cheeks.

Jake smirks as he weaves his fingers through my hair, grabbing a handful, and I gasp as he uses my tresses for leverage, pulling me off his cock.

“But I’ve got a different view in mind.”

Releasing his hold on my hair, he sits up in a flash and grabs me underneath my arms, pulling me up from the floor. I yelp as he lifts me above him, using the motion to flip my entire body around, positioning my pussy over his face.

Holy fucking shit!

I look over my shoulder, eyes wide, mouth open.