Page 97 of Into the Dark
I arrive at the top of the stairs agitated but aroused. “Jake, you realize you can’t use sex as a distraction every single time, don’t you? That sometimes talking is necessary. And this is certainly one of those—”
I feel his arms grab my shoulders and spin me around to face him, his mouth on mine immediately, rough and urgent. His tongue and teeth scrape across my lips, biting and sucking, before he releases me and practically throws me back onto the bed. Then he’s on top of me, pressing his erection into the front of my body and low, needy noises into my throat and neck. His hands slide under my dress up to the waistband of my panties, which he pulls down roughly.
“I want you, baby,” he growls against my mouth. “All the fucking time.”
I feel the knot of agitation loosen, my resistance melting away to nothing. His facial hair scrapes across my hot skin as he lowers his mouth to nibble and suck the tops of my breasts, tugging at the neckline of my dress with his teeth.
“I want you too, but god, Jake, we need to talk about this… We need to…” It’s a weak protest. I’m always so weak with him. He’s strength; I’m weakness. Always.
He lifts his head and captures the protest between his lips, sucking it from my tongue. With his knee he nudges open my thighs, and then his finger is sliding inside me. I’m wet, and so the glide is smooth as I gasp out loud, my body opening for him, peeling apart. His need is loud and hard, and the joy I get from knowing how much he wants me overcomes everything else. It’s in the sound of his breath and the heat of his body and the thickness of his erection.
He shifts his body down mine and settles himself between my open thighs, and then he’s kissing and biting tenderly on the flesh on the insides of them. Soft kitten licks and gentle bites, his finger fucking me slowly at the same time. I feel his breath hot against where I want him, and I slide my hands into his hair and pull hard.
“Jake…” I moan, another weak protest, and I twist and writhe my body against his.
Without warning, he removes his finger from inside me and lifts his head up. There’s a different look in his eyes now. Soft and warm. He smiles at me tenderly. “Do you know what it felt like watching you with him today? Listening to you talk to him, seeing you look after him?” He shakes his head and presses his mouth gently against my thigh again, a kiss so soft I barely feel it. “You were perfect. I knew you’d be perfect with him.”
I feel a surge of emotion spring up from my chest to my eyes.
I smile down at him. “He was perfect. I was terrified he was going to hate me. I’m relieved he didn’t.”
“Told you he wouldn’t.” He smiles wider. “He talked about you all the way home. Wouldn’t shut up about you.”
“He did?” I smile.
“Yeah. Think I’ve got some competition.”
“Well, he is VERY cute…” I muse. “Like his father,” I add.
“I am not fucking cute.”
“Sometimes you are. When you’re sleeping you get this little pout, and it’s kind of adorable.”
He pretends to look annoyed. “You tell anyone that and we’re gonna have words.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “You’ve nothing to worry about, I promise. Caleb is a little young for me.”
“He’ll be fucking gutted.”
When he starts kissing my thigh again it’s soft, featherlike kisses that tickle the skin. But soon, they’re rougher and harder, each one placed higher each time. When he flicks his tongue across me there my back arches up off the bed, a bone-deep tremor of want rippling through me. He fixes his eyes on me and begins to suck hard before using his fingers to spread me open wider and sliding his tongue deep inside.
“Oh…”
“Good, baby?” he asks, voice rough against me.
“Yes…so good.”
He licks his lips deliberately. “You taste out of this fucking world, Alex Marlowe.”
I tremble. “Jake…I do really think we need to talk about Susan…I just think that if—”
His expression changes instantly, and he sits up. With a quick yank on my hips, he flips me over onto my stomach and presses me into the mattress. I feel his mouth on the back of my neck near my ear as he lies over me. “Shh, baby. No talking…” he growls softly. “I wanna hear those pretty noises you make when I fuck you.” He nudges my legs open wider. “That’s it, spread your legs for me.” There’s the sensation of him shifting up and off and then his fingers tracing the heated space between my legs, and then he’s sliding inside. It’s quick and shocking, and I know he can’t be wearing a condom, but in that moment I don’t particularly care.
Damage is done, you mean?
I moan into the sheets of his bed, gripping them tight as my mind focuses on the feel of him stretching my body from the inside. He’s hard and thick and so warm, and for some seconds he doesn’t move, just letting me feel the quiet throb of his arousal. He strokes the top of my spine tenderly then moves my hair gently off my neck to place soft kisses at the spot behind my ear. His voice is a low whisper against my skin.
“This is my favorite place in the world, you know that? Inside you.” He very shallowly thrusts his hips into me, and the sensation licks up my spine, reverberating through my entire body.