Page 20 of Worthy Now
“Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight,” he says through gritted teeth, pressing a hand between my shoulder blades to push my upper body into the mattress. Then, he grips my hips and delivers a series of deep, punishing strokes that threaten to destroy my sanity. I don’t think I have it in me to come again, but he proves me wrong when he reaches around and pinches my tender button, applying just the right amount of pressure. I’ve never climaxed more than once during sex before, and not everyone I’ve been with has even managed to give me that much. But Jake really seems to have honed his skills over the years, and I can’t even muster up the energy to be mad about it. My mouth falls open on a gasp when he slaps my ass before he bucks into me so hard my knees lift off the mattress. He grunts, folding himself over my back, hot breath tickling the side of my face.
“I’m so fucking close. Give me one more, baby.” He nips my earlobe and simultaneously pinches my nipples hard. I pour a silent scream into the pillow and come apart in a quivering, heart-stopping climax that leaves me utterly depleted. Jake releases an animalistic sound, cock twitching violently as he pumps into me over and over again. His hips stutter once…twice…and his whole body goes still before he collapses to the side, taking me with him. We lay in atangled heap, my sweat-slickened back to his front as we catch our breath and take a second to wrap our heads around what the hell just happened.
“That was unbelievably hot. I almost stroked out when you came that last time and all but strangled my dick,” he says, blunt as ever and not an ounce of embarrassment to be found. “Damn, woman, you have some serious strength in those muscles.”
“I do a lot of Kegels. My mother always told me it might come in handy someday.”
“Your mother is a wise woman.” Jake presses a soft kiss to the side of my head and rolls off the bed. How he’s able to move so soon, I can’t comprehend.
“I’m fucking famished. Do you want some food?” The fact that we’ve just consumed the most delicious dinner less than two hours ago crosses my mind, but this type of exertion calls for a double dose of carbs.
“I could eat,” I admit in a sleepy rumble. “But if you expect me to get up and eat it downstairs, you’ll be waiting a long time. I think you broke me.”
Jake laughs, a deep, rich sound that warms me from the inside out. I crack an eye open just in time to get an eyeful of his delectable backside as he walks into the bathroom to clean up.
When he returns, he offers me a warm washcloth, and I take care of business while he slips on a fresh pair of underwear. Gazing down at me with an adoring smile, he says, “I’ll see what I can scrounge up and get us some water. Don’t fall asleep. I’m not done with you yet. I want to hear more of those sexy little sounds you make just before you come all over my dick.” Winking at me and looking mighty proud of himself, he struts out of the room and walks that fine ass down the hall. There’s a dreamy smile on my lips as I bury my face into the pillow and inhale deeply. Enveloped by his familiar scent, I don’t fight it when my eyes grow heavy, well aware that I’m disobeying orders but already looking forward to his special brand of punishment.
Twelve
Tessa
“Are you seriously eating Lucky Charms for breakfast?” My expression doesn’t hide my disdain when I join Jake in the kitchen the following morning. He takes his eyes off his newspaper long enough to acknowledge my presence before he goes back to devouring his sugary treat to a symphony of obnoxious slurping noises. When I don’t stop staring, he arches a single brow and wipes a rivulet of milk off his chin with the back of his hand.
“What?” he snaps around a mouthful of colorful marshmallows. “It’s delicious.”
“It’s disgusting, and I hope you know you’re poisoningyourself.”
“I’d take offense, but I know you’ve never been a morning person. Let’s just blame the unnecessary insults on lack of sleep, shall we? I know last night was taxing for you,” he tags on with a cocky grin that earns him an eye roll. Seeing as he woke me from one of the best sleeps I’ve had in years, coaxing me back to the land of the living with the promise of food and further debauchery, it really is his fault I’m extra grouchy this morning. A girl needs her beauty sleep. “You’re welcome to have a bowl.” He jerks his chin at the cereal box. “A little sugar might sweeten you up and help rid you of that poor attitude.” He seems extra chipper, which is a bit of a surprise, considering he’s never been a morning person himself. It’s amazing what a little roll in the hay can do. Even though you can hardly call our four-hour sexathon a mere roll in the hay. Jake’s insatiable, and his stamina is rather impressive.
“Thanks for the offer, but I plan to live past the age of thirty-five,” I tell him as I rummage through his kitchen cabinets in search of something that won’t give me a toothache. “You got any coffee?” I ask, facing him with a huff when I come up empty.
Jake snorts at my ridiculous query and waves a hand toward the coffee bar that holds a Keurig, a well-stocked pod holder, and a fancy-looking milk frother. I decide on a cappuccino and examine the contents of his fridge while I wait for my hot beverage. Snatching up a couple of strawberry yogurts to go with the quick oats Idiscover in the back of his pantry, I get busy slicing up a banana for added sweetness and join Jake at the table. He peeks at me over the rim of his paper, an amused smile playing around his full lips before he goes back to reading his article.
“What’s funny?” I ask, closing my eyes in bliss when the combined flavors of my favorite fruit explode on my tongue. I take my time licking every morsel off my spoon before I meet his hooded eyes.
“Are you trying to seduce me? Because it’s working.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m simply enjoying my nutritious breakfast,” I say as I run the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip to catch a dollop of yogurt. Jake’s expression darkens and he leans in, newspaper forgotten. His nostrils flare and he inhales a long breath, like he can smell my growing arousal.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to give these lips something else to wrap around,” he threatens when I once again treat my silverware to a thorough cleaning. Jake’s eyes are laser-focused on my mouth when he says, “I’m so hard right now I could pound nails with my dick.”
I gape at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious? We just finished a round in the shower, like, thirty minutes ago.”
“So?”
“So? I need food, Jake. Rest. My poor vagina needs time to recuperate. Are you trying to kill me?”
“I can think of worse ways to go,” he states, reaching out to run the back of his fingers over my cheek and down the side of my throat in a way that causes a full-body shiver to go through me. What is it about this man that makes me act like a sex-starved nymphomaniac? One smoldering look and the barest whisper of a touch, and I’m ready to go off like the Fourth of July. Sex with Jake has always been good. But we were a couple of inexperienced children back in the day. There’s no comparison. The man is a literal wizard in the sack now.
“What about that paperwork youhaveto get done?” I ask in a last-ditch effort to give my nether regions a break.
“It’s Saturday. I don’t mind procrastinating a little to ensure my woman starts her day off on the right foot. Stop pretending you don’t want my tongue in your pussy before I fuck you so hard we both explode.” My spoon hits the tabletop with a loud clatter. Who am I kidding? I want everything he so selflessly offers and more.
“Well then. Who am I to deny you?”
Jake’s whole face lights up as his eyes follow me across the room.
“Tessa.” I stop mid-stride and throw him a questioning look over my shoulder. He stands at the breakfast bar, a commanding expression on his face while he gives the counter a pat.
