Page 2 of Jacob

“I told you. No talking,” Jacob scolds through his clenched jaw.

His buzz cut and matching beard length make him look more of a rebel than he really is.

My feet are glued to the floor.

I want to watch.

I shouldn’t. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s best friend.

But I’ve never realized how utterly drop-dead gorgeous he is before.

Tonight, I’m seeing him in a whole new light.

Warmth spreads between my thighs and my breathing becomes labored. I’m so turned on.

His gruff voice commands the girl currently being fucked into oblivion, “You are not to come. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” the faceless girl replies.

Holy shit!My fingers twitch at the hem of my short white sweater dress.

I want to touch myself.

Jacob lets out a low moan as he thrusts into her. “Skye,” he groans with his head slightly dipped.

I gasp at my name on his lips. My shock echoes around the otherwise silent corridor.

Jacob’s head snaps up, finding me standing in the doorway. He doesn’t react, his face fixed and expressionless.

“What was that?” the nameless girl breathlessly asks, her cheek still pressed firmly against the desk.

“Nothing,” Jacob lies with a devilish smirk. “Touch yourself.”

On his instruction, the girl underneath him lifts one of her hands from the desk and places it between her legs.

Unblinking, he keeps staring at me. “Do it for me.” Dripping with desire, his voice rumbles in his chest.

On autopilot, my hand glides along the sliver of skin between my black over-the-knee socks and the hem of my mid-thigh dress. Before I know what’s happening, I’ve pulled my dress around my waist and I am holding it in place, not caring that I’m flashing my G-string or that my hand is inside the now-soaked white lace.

I’m so wet. For him.

“Now make yourself come for me, Skye.” His emerald eyes turn darker, making me feel like I’m lost in a forest.

My fingertips dance across my swollen clit and I almost let out a moan. But I don’t. I don’t want the girl he’s screwing to know I am here. The only eyes I want on me are his.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me Skye,” the girl below him whines.

“I told you to be quiet.” His thrusts become brutal. “Show me.” He lowers his gaze to my pussy.

Without hesitation, I pull my panties to the side, giving him what he wants.

“Bare. Smooth,” he gasps. “So fucking beautiful.” He licks his bottom lip.

The girl below him huffs. “Jacob, what is with you tonight? You’re acting weird.” But she doesn’t stop him as he continues to fuck her.

I slide my finger between my pussy lips again and circle my clit. My chest heaves as a moan fights desperately to leave my chest. I rub harder, feeling my impending orgasm begin to take over my body.

“Do you need to come?” he growls.

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