Page 38 of A Dark Fall

“How much you want me.”

Every hair on my body stands on end, my spine buzzing with need, my cheeks hot. He moves toward me again, taking something out of his pocket and placing it on the nightstand. He uses his knee to nudge open my legs and reaches out to tilt my head up to him.

“How much do you want me, Alex?” he asks quietly.

As I stare up at him, my chin level with the opening of his jeans, I realize I can’t think straight, let alone speak. I look away shyly, my eyes flitting to the nightstand to see what he took out of his pocket. The lamp illuminates the foil packet. Surely, he didn’t think ...?

I turn my head back to him, frowning slightly. “Did you come here expecting this?”

I stood him up. He was livid. And yet somehow, he still expected I’d fall into bed with him.That’s sexual arrogance to the nth degree.

He looks at the condom packet. “No, of course not. I’m just ... prepared.” He shrugs.

I honestly don’t know what to think of that. So, women throw themselves at him with that much frequency—and he complies with that much frequency—he carries condoms around with him. Perhaps the medical practitioner in me should be glad he’s safe and sensible with his sex life.

Oh, what does it matter either way? It’s too late for second thoughts. There is absolutely no way I’m not having him. Not now.

“Well, aren’t you a good little boy scout?” I say with a hint of sarcasm. He notices because his eyes darken.

“There’s not a lot that’s good about me, Alex. You should know that right now. I’m not one of yournice guys.” His voice is serious, and the sliver of doubt I had a moment ago magnifies.

But then he leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue slipping into my mouth to drown away all the doubts.

He pulls back and licks his lips. “So, I really fucking want you to take my trousers off now. But since this is your house and you’re the boss here, it’s totally up to you.”

I glance at the hardness straining his trousers. God, I want to see him—all of him. I want to touch him, taste him. Moving forward so I’m perched on the edge of the bed, I reach up to unzip his jeans, my eyes locked on his as I do. Then I put my hands on his hips and pull his boxers and jeans down together, a small gasp escaping as I’m faced with the full, glorious, naked sight of him. He’s almost fully erect, the end moist, and like the rest of him, he looks utterly edible. It dawns on me almost immediately that he’s rather large. Of course he is. His sexual arrogance makes total sense all of a sudden.

He steps out of his jeans and boxers and kicks them away. “Lie down, Alex,” he commands as I’m still dazed at the sight of him.

So, Jake gives orders in bed too? As I move to obey, I decide I don’t dislike it. From this angle, lying back on the bed, he looks even bigger. I’m not entirely sure he’ll fit inside me.

He seems to catch onto my thought direction, because he looks down at himself and then back up at me. “Pretty impressive, huh?” he says with a low chuckle.

Hilarious. He’s making a joke of his enormous cock.

“You could have someone’s eye out with that.” My tone is nervous as I smile back at him.

“Don’t worry, I promise to be gentle with you,” he says, playful, and then his hands are on my knickers. He has them down and off in one quick movement before he picks up my foot to kiss the inside in soft, sensual kisses with his open mouth. Then, without taking his eyes off mine, he drops to his knees, pushes open my legs, and lowers his head between my thighs. The feel of his mouth there is sudden, shocking, and wanton.

“Oh my god, Jake,” I moan, fisting the sheets as he licks at me hungrily, his lips and nose pressed flush against me. As he pushes his tongue inside and fucks me with it, I let out a loud gasp. He moans too—a raw, animalistic sound that vibrates where his mouth is.

Jake’s mouth is masterly as always as he withdraws his tongue and instead begins to suck and nibble, flicking his tongue expertly over the throbbing, magnetized spot. When I open my eyes and look down, he’s watching with a rapt expression, eyes darkened with lust.

He lifts his mouth away, and I whine from the loss of it.

“Fuck, I’ve thought a lot about how your cunt would taste in my mouth, Alex,” he hisses, and then his mouth is back on me.Good god.He thought about how mywhatwould taste? Did he actually say that word? I swallow, gasping for air as his mouth finds a perfect pace.

“Jake, please don’t stop ... I’m ... god ...”

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he asks, muffled against me.

I nod, reaching down to grip at his hair, pulling his head closer into me as I move against his mouth.

“That’s it. Come, Alex. Come for me. In my mouth, that’s it ... yes, baby ...” He groans low in his throat, and it’s enough. Jake pulls me through the orgasm, milking me with his mouth as rolls of exquisite, bone-softening pleasure course through me.

When it’s over, my legs trembling around his wide shoulders, I lean my head to look down at him. He’s sucking softly and loudly at the inside of my thigh, eyes heavy and hungry with desire. He places a kiss against my buzzing clitoris before moving up my body, his erection pressed hotly against my thigh.

I feel my wetness on his mouth as he kisses me lazily, masterful tongue stroking against my own. He circles my nipple with his thumb and finger until it’s hard and tender before pulling the fabric down and around it to expose it to the air. The cold air stings only for a moment before he moves his head lower and covers it with his mouth. Teeth scrape gently, tongue flicking softly, until it feels almost painful before he moves to repeat the process on the other.