Page 41 of Hyde and Seek

“Yeah. She was nervous about doing them. Her hands are solid and she never shakes, so I knew she could do it. It was our awkward and very personal bonding experience.”

He leaned down to lick around the barbell in my nipple.

“Please, I need more.”

His mouth closed around my nipple, his tongue and teeth working together to torture me. Stretching out on his side next to me, he trailed his long fingers down my stomach.

A shiver of anticipation ran through me.

Jake’s large hand covered me over my panties, his middle finger firmly tracing up. He released my nipple and sat up, taking his hand away from my aching pussy.

I whimpered at the loss, raising my hips to follow his hand.

He hooked his thumbs into the side of my panties and slid them down, kissing as he went. He positioned himself between my shaking legs.

I tried to close them a little, but his hands on my inner thighs pushed them further apart.

“Perfect, baby.” Jake moved his eyes to mine before returning them down. “Everything about you is perfect.”

This is why I’ll never settle. I deserve someone who thinks I’m perfect, not someone who tolerates me.

He bent low and licked slowly up, his groan vibrating through me. My hips moved unconsciously as my hands fisted in the sheets.

“Please. More.”

Ignoring my pleas, Jake added his thumb to my torment, rubbing my clit. When the tension had built to near unbearable levels, he went up on an elbow, pulling his mouth and thumb away.

My whimper of protest turned into a gasp when his finger began to enter me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, working in a second finger.

My body tightened, the discomfort of being so full turning to flat-out pain. I flinched and instinctively pulled back.

Before I knew what was happening, Jake abruptly sat up and moved away.

Far away.

He clenched his jaw, his whole body tight. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” I tried, and failed, to play clueless.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

I sat up, staring at the unconcealed anger, and what looked like disgust, on his face.

“Answer me!” he roared.

I jumped at his outburst. “Uhh, no,” I stammered, freaked out and confused.

“What have you done?”

“Not… much.”

Growing up the way I did, it was hard enough to sneak out for a backseat make out, much less anything more. Even if I’d had the chance, there weren’t many people I wanted to spend regular time with let alone naked time. Once I moved out, school and trying to get Piper’s Cakes off the ground took over my life.

Everything else just seemed like it could wait.

It wasn’t like I’d never had an orgasm. There was a reason my showerhead was so high-tech, and why I happily paid my steep water bill every month. Coffee might be my lifeline to get me through the day, but it wasn’t what woke me up in the morning.