Page 41 of Revere
He smirks, and my gaze moves to the ruler again, seeing just how many inches he just dragged over my tongue, and my eyes widen. I’m not the only one who was imagining something else.
“You wouldn’t—” I clear my throat. “You can’t be that… size.”
My cheeks are red-hot, and a hand flies to my throat as I consider taking him in my mouth. With the length of the ruler, I’d have to swallow him down my throat. I’ve never so much as put my lips on a man’s body, much less taken one like that. Maybe he’s right, and I’m not ready.
But my core is on fire, and I want to be.
Jacob reaches for my hand on my throat, slowly peeling it away and replacing it with his. He wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes just enough to make my head swim. His green eyes drop as he moves his mouth to my ear, skating the ruler lower with his other hand.
“Once again, I think you underestimate yourself.” The ruler grazes the inside of my thigh. “But if you’ve reconsidered what we’re doing, and you want me to stop?—”
“No.” It’s embarrassing how quickly I say it.
My hand flies to his wrist before he can release my neck. Because I don’t want him to let me go. I don’t want this to end.
He chuckles. “Don’t worry. We’ll work up to that.”
His breath tickles my neck as the ruler moves between my legs, and I’m on the verge of losing my mind as he taps it at my core. Even with my jeans in the way, I feel the steady tap of the wood on my clit.
“Jacob.” My eyes seal shut, and I tip my head back as he continues to press the ruler between my legs.
A steady tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Each one builds me up, making me desperate for more. But it’s all he offers. A slow, torturous intensity that has me climbing.
“Let go, Patience,” he whispers, brushing his lips over the side of my neck as he grips my throat tighter.
But he doesn’t kiss me. Doesn’t touch me between the legs with anything more than the ruler. Until I’m grabbing his wrist so hard, I must be leaving marks on his skin with my nails. My body shakes.
He pulls back to look me in the eyes until we are merely a breath away.
“Let go. You can trust me.”
Trust.
I can’t.
But I do. And that has me shaking more than anything else. I know better than to trust anyone but myself, but I trust Jacobenough to let go. To relax in his grip. To know that if I just ease up, he will take me where I need.
And with a final tap of the ruler, my mouth opens, and I unravel. I shake and shatter. I’m nothing but paint melting over canvas as Jacob watches me like I’m a work of art, unbecoming everything I’ve held firm to just for him. My orgasm hits, and he doesn’t stop tapping until my body is a shaking mess. Only then does he drop the ruler on the desk and release my throat, cupping my jaw instead.
“Good girl.”
14
JUDGMENT
JACOB
“This is worsethan the basement at Sigma House.” Kole shoves open the steel door, and I step through it.
“LA’s a big city.” I unbutton my cuff and start rolling up my sleeve. “Never a shortage of trash that needs to be taken out.”
He nods, scanning the room until he sets his sights on the unconscious man dangling from meat hooks in the center. “And I thought Dec had a reputation for torture.”
