Page 25 of Together We Burn
Pausing, I realised… “How did you know it was me?” Jake’s brows furrowed in confusion. “How did you know it was me on the stage? You were watching me,knowingwho I was.”
He smirked that sexynothing-can-get-past-mesmile before running his thumb across my bottom lip.
“I’d have to be a fool not to recognise this body. This full pouty lip”–his thumb swiped again–“this round ass”–the hand that had been in my hair dropped to cup an ass cheek–“it doesn’t matter what colour your hair is or what coloured contacts you change your beautiful blue eyes too, I’d recognise the fire that burns inside them anywhere.”
Urgh, now could I roll over and admit defeat? Swoony Jake was a Jake I never knew I needed.
Fucking asshole.
If you could drown in someone’s words, I’d be underwater, sinking to the bottom. Maybe if I wasn’t such a stubborn bitch, I’d let the past be the past and be with him. But he was a liar, and so was I. We both had too much to atone for, and I wasn’t going to make it easy.
Pushing myself down his body, I slid from the bed and sunk to the floor. Fumbling with his belt buckle, Jake sat up and circled my wrists. My eyes darted to his, pausing as I observed his gaze filled with a near-nuclear intensity. Slowly, he stood, brushing my hair from my face, cupping my cheeks in his hand.
“Stefany,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly, and that sound did funny things to my stomach. But it was that goddamn name, and the way it sounded coming from his full lips… it would be my death.
I paused, trying hard not to let those three syllables hold as much weight as they did, then continued to unloop his belt from the buckle. My heart thudded in my ears as I managed to unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down, despite the tremble in my hands.
The backs of my fingers brushed against his hard cock, and a moan lodged in the back of my throat. I fought the need to close my eyes and sink into the feeling of him, but feelings were for fools. And I wouldn’t lose this weird game of chicken we were playing, neither one of us blinking, neither one of us wanting to break eye contact and miss whatever was happening between us.
Jake’s eyes widened as I pulled his pants down to rest just below his ass, giving me room to reach into his boxers and freely touch him for the first time. I sucked my lower lip between my teeth as my fingers wrapped around the warm smoothness of his hard length, pulling him free from his boxers and pushing the waistband to sit under his balls.
I dropped my gaze from his and looked at his cock. His perfect cock I had been so eager to touch and taste for so long. His length jerked in the loose hold I had him in, waiting in anticipation for my next move. The head glistened with precum, the sight making my mouth water. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I leaned forward to run the tip of my tongue over the slit, finally tasting him.
We groaned together, Jake tangling his hand into my hair as I wrapped my lips around the crown of his massive cock. He was tangy yet slightly sweet, and I wanted more of his smooth-like-velvet skin that brushed against my tongue. But this was a game. It had always been a game, one where the rules were lies and deception.
“Do you know how long I've wanted this?” I asked, my words nothing but the truth because I’d wanted to return every touch, every shot of ecstasy he’d given me. “To touch you? To taste you? Then every time be denied…”
I ran my tongue up the underside of his dick, swirling it around the thick head and letting it linger on the sensitive ridge of skin that I knew he liked by the sharp tug against my scalp.
“Yes,baby,” he moaned. “Your mouth… It’s fucking perfect.”
I shifted my weight on my knees, sliding my hands up his legs. The muscles in his thighs pulsed under my palms as I continued to suck and lick him, his chest rising and falling in deep pants of breath.
Pulling off him, I sat back on my heels and smiled. “Now that I’ve got you here, like this, all I want to do is…”
I flicked him.
Once, hard, and right on the tip of his dick.
He stumbled back onto the bed, grunting as his hand flew to hold where I had just hit him.
“Son of a… mmm,” he groaned, bending slightly as he stuffed himself back into his boxers, and gripped the duvet.
I got to my feet and wiped my thumb over the corner of my mouth, a triumphant smirk caressing my lips. I took one step from the bed toward the door when Jake fisted my hair and dragged me back against him. The man’s reflexes were like a cat; fast, silent, and deadly.
My childhood fear of being grabbed by my hair was non-existent as Jake pulled me into his chest, his hand remaining on my head as the other bound tightly around my waist.
Pure, raw, carnal desire dripped from me as his lips brushed the shell of my ear.
“What the fuck, Stefany?” he growled. “You don’t treat something that brings you so much pleasure with immeasurable amounts of pain.”
“I hate you,” I hissed, and he chuckled in my ear. The vibrations of his chest rumbled down my back, going straight to my clit.
“So you keep saying. But your body doesn’t hate me when I make you come around my cock.” He slid his hand from my waist down to my stomach and between my legs, cupping me hard over my panties. “Or my tongue, or my fingers,” he said as he started to curl his fingers against the wet fabric.
“That won’t happen again,” I said, trying to sound strong, but the shake in my voice couldn’t hide how aroused I was. He laughed again, the sound so deep and husky that I felt like it covered me everywhere, causing every nerve-ending in my body to become alert.
“Baby, we both know you will be begging soon enough.” He let the seductive threat hang there, so sure of himself, as his fingers dipped beneath my panties. My head fell back against his chest and my eyes closed against my will. I whimpered as his lips ghosted up my neck.
