Page 151 of Into the Dark
Jake nods, satisfied, and then reaches up to brush the dampness away from my eyes, frowning a little as he does. When he takes my head in both hands and kisses me hard, I grip hold of him tightly. Painfully, I’m sure.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says against my mouth.
“I love you,” I murmur, blinking my eyes open as I lick the addictive taste of him from my lips.
“Yeah, I know,” he says with a nod. “Now, can we please fucking eat? I’ve sweated it out over this hot stove all bloody day.”
I grin up at him and nod eagerly, ravenous all of a sudden. “We can eat.”
Though I’m yet to actually hear Jake play his guitar, I’m certain he must be good at it. Everything he does with his hands, he does with assuredness and skill: arousing touches, deep-tissue massages, cooking, driving…sustained violence.
I stop trying to contain my pleasured moans as he kneads the arch and ball of my right foot in deep, hypnotic circles. I wonder how quickly he’d learn Moonlight Sonata on the Steinway. He’s sitting slouched at the opposite end of the sofa, eyes fixed on the football highlights, which he thoughtfully turned down so I can “read my book in peace.” My head and heart aren’t really in it though. I have too much on my mind. I look over the book at him as I nibble my lip, trying to decide if now is the time to bring up his mother. While he’s relaxed. While I am.
Sensing my gaze, he turns his head to the side and smiles lazily at me. “Want me to turn it down more?” he asks.
“What? Oh, no, it’s not that.” I shake my head. “Just can’t concentrate.”
His eyes drop to the cover of the book. “Any good?”
“Mm-hmm, it’s fine. My head’s just not in it.”
“I am pretty distracting. I get it, baby.” He grins, skimming his fingers a little further up my leg to my calf. Tempting.
He does look distracting right now. He’s wearing a snug white T-shirt that shows off the thick muscles of his chest and arms, dark tattoos spilling down from the sleeves temptingly. On his lower half he’s wearing those loose cotton sweatpants I think I’m obsessed with. Especially when he wears them with nothing underneath. Which he’s doing now. I open my legs a little in invitation, and his eyes flash with heat. He curves his fingers under my knee and squeezes gently, sending a delicious little shiver up my spine. He grabs ahold of my foot and rubs it against the front of his pants where he’s semi-hard, groaning a little. After doing that for a few seconds, he lifts my foot and kisses it gently, then he sucks a toe into his mouth, tongue dancing between them. I’m not ticklish in my feet at all, but I am overly sensitive in certain places. This is one of them.
Jake moves his hand further up my thigh until he reaches the hem of my shorts, where he slips his fingers underneath them. Pure-white heat shoots though me, out from where his fingers start, to tease my underwear.
“Why don’t you read it to me?” he suggests, nodding at the book.
I don’t want to read the silly book now. I have no interest in the silly book now whatsoever.
“Um, I don’t think it’s your kind of thing.” I smile through a half-moan of pleasure. He’s so close… I certainly won’t be able to give the book any attention if he keeps doing this.
“Your voice is my kind of thing,” he says. “Read it.”
Smiling wide, I drop my head back onto the cushion and try to refocus on the words in front of me. They swim slightly as Jake places my leg behind him so my thighs are spread open and trapped by his body. Then he lowers his body over mine.
I read a little, and Jake makes a show of listening intently for a moment while tugging gently at my underwear. When he pulls it aside to expose my body to the air, I gasp around the words but keep reading. He’s still kissing a trail up my leg, and when his mouth reaches the apex of my thigh he flicks his tongue over me, causing the words to catch in my throat on a strangled little moan.
He lifts his eyes and smiles wickedly. “Keep reading,” he says, refocusing on the aching spot between my thighs. I try. I get a few more words out that I don’t even register, but then he’s pushing my leg out wider, splaying me wider, and blowing gently over the hot, needy space between my thighs. When he licks across my clitoris, a jolt of electricity shoots through me, the current zipping up through my chest before exiting my throat on a soft, pleasured moan.
“Jake…”
“Keep. Going,” he says firmly, a commanding look in his eye.
I feel a tremor of excitement rush through me. His sex games never cease to surprise me.
I’ve just begun to read the rest of the page when he lowers his head and kisses and sucks the top of my thigh. I have to stifle a little gasp of pleasure when I see him reach for the front of his sweatpants, pushing them down over the hard length so he can wrap a hand around himself. It’s so bloody hot watching him do that, watching that strong grip wrap around his thick arousal. Need and desire thrums in my blood, and I drop the book to the floor and slide my hands into his hair, tugging roughly.
He lifts his head to give me another smirk, and then he’s sitting up and pulling off his T-shirt as I shove my shorts down and off my legs. He kicks his sweats off and then dives back between them, pushing his tongue inside me as he spreads me open with both hands.
“Fucking hell, Alex, I could eat you out forever,” he says between moans. He drapes my leg over his shoulder and tilts his head sideways to fuck me deeper with his tongue, skimming the folds and drawing my clitoris between his lips before flicking his tongue wildly over it. When he inserts his finger too and fucks me with it, I feel something loosen inside. I pull at it hard and move my body up off the couch and into his hungry mouth, shameless. I need to come.
“God, Jake, please don’t stop. Please…” I beg.
He doesn’t stop. He grips my thighs harder, pushing them open wider and fucking me with his tongue even deeper. It’s bliss. The sight of him there, the feel of him, the hot swell of his body as he holds me down. His cock is hard and red, throbbing against his stomach, the end wet and shiny. My mouth waters with need.
The scream peels from my throat in the next instant—white, bone-softening pleasure rolling over me in great waves as he licks up my orgasm with his hot tongue. Release shudders through me, contentment too. Nothing else exists. Or matters. Nothing else is real. This is the only time I can fully forget everything. When he’s here. When we’re like this. Together.