“Do it,” he said, like a command. “So no one hears you but me.”
No way was she going to do this. She could not, would not, dry hump him to orgasm outside on a beach. But she was doing it anyway, riding him with her clothes on, craving more of his sweet dirty talk. “Tell me how much you want me to come,” she said, her voice sounding like it belonged to someone else as she talked to him in ways she’d never spoken to a lover before.
“So. Fucking. Much,” he said, his strong arms looped around her, his hard length pressing between her legs, his sexy growl in her ear. “I love the way you look when you lose control. How your lips part,” he said, narrating her own path to orgasm as her lips fell open. “How your breathing turns fast,” he continued, and her breaths came quickly. “How you rock against me wildly, your hips going crazy.”
“Oh God,” she said, gasping as she chased her own orgasm, racing after it, like a comet, grabbing its tail and holding on for dear life as it flew. She started to shout his name, and in a second his palm was on her mouth, so she screamed into the silence of his hand as she came undone on him in a wild frenzy of silence and heat.
She would not be deterred tonight. As soon as they reached Happy Turtle where his car was parked, she dropped her hand to his shorts, cupping his erection.
“I have to tell you something,” she began, stroking him through his clothes.
He moaned. “Is this truth or dare?”
“Truth. And it’s this. That ratio just got compressed.”
“Is that so?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
“That is so. Because tonight we’re going to be two-to-one.” She moved in close and whispered in his ear. “I want my turn. I want you.”
“Steph,” he said in a low warning.
“Jake. Resistance is futile.”
“Does it feel like I’m resisting?”
“No. It feels like you’re dying for me to wrap my lips around you,” she said, unzipping his shorts in a flash.
He grabbed her hand, stopping her. “In the car?”
“In the car?” she repeated, imitating his deep voice. “Yes, like you did to me yesterday. Think of it as my evening the score.”
“But I’ve given you two orgasms,” he said playfully, but then he stopped talking when she sneaked her hand into his boxer briefs. She bit her lip as she felt him for the first time. Holy hard-on. Holy size. Jake was packing some serious inches. She’d sensed it from rubbing up against the full length of him, but now with her bare hands wrapped around him, she had the confirmation. She ran her hand up and down him, hot and heavy to the touch. Fireworks ignited in her, setting off a new round of sparks all over her body just from this—from the moment of contact.
“Lower your seat,” she said, and he obliged, dropping the driver’s seat to a fully reclined position.
“Take your shorts off,” she continued, thrilled to give him orders.
With his big hands, he pushed his shorts down to his knees, and she licked her lips as she admired the view for the first time. It was fantastic.
“Anything else you need me to do?” he asked wryly.
She shook her head, wrapped her hand tightly around the base, and met his eyes. “No. Just enjoy yourself,” she said, and lowered her mouth to his hard-on, flicking her tongue against the head.
He drew a sharp breath, and a sexy moan landed on her ears. That was her cue to continue, so she wrapped her lips around him, so damn eager to give back at last. She drew more of him into her mouth, savoring the moans and groans he made. He was not a quiet man, and that was music to her ears.
“Ah, just like that, and use your hand, too,” he murmured as he threaded his fingers into her hair.
She followed his directions, loving that he gave them, because she wanted this to be as good for him as he’d been to her.
“Harder, Steph. Do it harder,” he said, clasping his hand around her skull and moving her mouth up and down. “Take me deeper,” he said in a throaty rumble, then whispered, all hot and husky, “please.”
Her mouth was divine. She was an angel of mercy, and the friction was heavenly. His fingers curled around her skull, her golden blonde hair spilling over his hand as he guided her. Red-hot flames sparked in his bloodstream, and pleasure crackled through his bones as she sucked him deep. Her lips tightened around his shaft, and her tongue worked miracles, flicking and licking as she took him to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, your lips look so fucking good on me,” he said on a groan. She raised her eyebrows sexily.
With one hand, he let go of his grip to sweep her hair to the side, giving him the perfect view. The sight of her mouth stretched wide, her cherry-red lips tight around his dick sent heat tearing through his body. Electricity sparked in his bones as he filled her warm mouth. Her hand wrapped tighter, and the tension in him coiled, rising higher and faster.
He could barely take it anymore. The sight of her mouth sucking him like that, her hand fisting the base, and her hair a wild tumble, drove him crazy. With barely a thread of control left, he thrust up into her, fucking her mouth.
He was going to come any second.
Words failed him. He was reduced to moans uttered in a ragged voice, desperate for release.
His own climax crashed into him, and he gripped her hair and groaned her name as he came hard.
He shuddered from the aftershocks. Seconds later, he pulled her off him and planted a kiss on her lips. “You rock my world,” he said to her, and trust or no trust, it was all too true.