Page 90 of Just My Type
‘You’re so beautiful, Jen,’ Jake says, leaning over the arm of his chair and cupping my cheek, turning my head to face him. Under the dark night sky, his face is lit only by the lights of the Seattle skyline and the moon hanging above. His eyes focused on me and me alone, he runs his thumb along my lower lip then brings our mouths together. The touch of his lips to mine is electric, the kiss going from soft to hungry in the space of a breath. He teases my mouth open, and I obey immediately, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine until we’re both gasping for air, our bodies leaning over the arms of our chairs in a desperate need to get closer.”
Hannah’s voice is low and rich as she reads the words she wrote. The words I know she agonized over. Worried over. Labored over. They are such beautiful words and suddenly, I’m the one with a desperate need to get closer. As Hannah keeps reading, I reach over, trailing a single finger along the bottom of her shorts, down her thigh, circling around her knee. When she stumbles a little over her words, I grin wickedly, deciding exactly how I’m going to make this worth her while.
“Breaking the kiss, Jake slides off his chair and kneels in front of me, his eyes locked with mine, and what I see in them has a curl of lust snakingdown my spine, my breath catching as he leans in and presses a line of kisses down my neck.”
As Hannah keeps reading, I lean in and kiss the spot below her ear, trailing my lips down her neck, grazing my teeth over the smooth column, smiling against her skin when she sucks in a breath.
“What are you doing?”
“Just keep reading,” I murmur, flicking my tongue over her pulse point, loving the way she gasps.
“‘So sweet,’ Jake murmurs, trailing his lips over my collarbone, his hand tugging my T-shirt aside to give him more space to work. ‘So smooth. So perfect.’ Jake’s tongue dips down and runs along the top edge of my bra, and I gasp at the sensation, my hands coming up to cup the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair.”
Sitting up on my knees, I push Hannah’s hair behind her back, tugging her T-shirt down over her shoulder. I lick along her collarbone and then lower, until I meet the top edge of her bra, snaking my tongue under the lace.
“Okay, seriously, what are you doing?” she half demands, half moans when my tongue traces her skin. “You wanted me to read this scene to you so badly, but I can’t read it when you’re doing…” She breaks off, and this time it’s a gasp that falls from her mouth when I tug her T-shirt down farther, flicking her nipple with my tongue. “That,” she manages.
I lift my head, cupping her cheek and kissing her, hard and deep, my tongue diving into her mouth to slick against hers. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly when I break the kiss, her eyes wide as she stares at me, trying to figure out what my deal is.
This is going to be so much fun.
And hot. So, so hot.
I wink at her. “Couldn’t let old Jake there get one up on me. Here’s the deal, Han. Turns out I can’t listen to my wife’s sexy ashell voice read this spicy scene without needing to get my hands all over her. So, I’m adding a new item to your fantasy list, and honestly, you’re a writer so this one really should have been there all along. You read; I touch. It’s really that simple.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You really think I can read a spicy scene while you do…whatever it is you’re doing?”
I shrug, enjoying the hell out of this even as my cock throbs in my shorts at the thought of what we’re about to do. I’ve read her spicy scenes before. Many, many times. I know what’s in them. “You will if you want me to make you feel good. And Hannah.” I grasp her chin and hold her head steady, her eyes on mine. “I am going to make you feel so, so good.”
Her cheeks flush, green eyes shining in the moonlight, and I’m so obsessed with it. With her. “Fine,” she mumbles.
I flash her a grin, feeling a glow of victory. “Good girl. Now, tell me a story, Han.”
Hannah takes a deep breath, her eyes falling back to her phone.
“Grasping the bottom of my shirt, Jake pulls it over my head and tosses it aside, his hands snaking around my back to unclasp my bra, throwing it blindly in the direction of my shirt. There are two kinds of men in this world—lingerie men and men for whom underwear just gets in the way, and Jake is solidly the latter.
Dipping his head, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, rolling the other one between his fingers. The sensation is a lightening bolt to my clit, and I throw my head back, moaning up at the sky.”
Hannah glances up at me almost expectantly, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing.
Looks like someone likes our little game.
Curling my fingers in the bottom of her T-shirt, I tug it off, rescuing her phone at the last minute so it doesn’t go flying as I toss the T-shirt away. Handing her phone back to her, I press a kiss to her shoulder and reach around, unsnapping her bra. Thesecond it slides down her arms, I dive down, latching onto her nipple and sucking hard, pinching her other nipple between my fingers as she whimpers.
As my friend Jake lavishes his attention on Jen, I do the same. Hannah holds her phone to the side to make room for me as I lick her nipple, tracing the hard peak with my tongue until Hannah is squirming on the blanket, her voice breathy as she keeps reading.
“Jake trails his mouth lower, his fingers grazing my ribs as he kisses down my torso, leaving no skin untouched. I’m on fire, every single nerve ending sparking as he dips lower, licking along the waistband of my shorts.
‘I need to taste you,’ he rasps, lifting his head to look at me, finger tracing the skin over my shorts, dipping below my waistband, making my stomach muscles quiver with need.
‘Please,’ I practically whimper, arousal pooling in my core at the thought of his mouth on me.
‘My wife begs so pretty,’ he says, his hands pulling up the armrests of the beach chair, letting it recline back until I’m laying almost flat.”
“Fuck yes,” I murmur, trailing my tongue down the valley between Hannah’s breasts, tasting the sweetness of her skin, watching the way she glows in the moonlight. The most beautiful girl in the world. “I can’t wait to taste you again, Gorgeous.”
I sit back on my knees, wrapping a hand around Hannah’s neck and laying the other on her chest, pushing her back gently until she’s lying flat on the blanket, her phone gripped in one hand, looking up at me with lust-drenched eyes. I nod at the phone. “Don’t stop, baby. Let me hear that pretty voice.”
