Authors: Lily Evans
“You did?” I throw him a thunderstruck look.
“I was stupid.” His hand slides around my neck and he grips my nape. I moan aloud as his thumb rubs delicious circles just below my ear. “I was just a kid. I’ve gained a lot since then, but I’ve missed a lot too.” At my silence his lips turn up, his head comes down and he kisses me all sweet, gentle nibbles at first, then his arms tighten and his tongue pushes through my lips and plunders the heated depths of my mouth.
I want to fight. I want to push him away, but then I remember what I wrote on the slip of paper and I know that I really don’t want to do either. I want one last time with him. One last memory so that I know what I really lost and can move forward. Wrapping my arms around his neck I hold on. Pressing my breasts to his chest, I kiss him back with full-on tongue on tongue dueling and it takes my breath away. His hands make their way under my tank and into the back of my loose sweatpants gripping my ass. My own hands make their way into his hair gripping the back of his head. He presses into me. His fingers biting into the soft flesh of my bottom working at pushing me more tightly against him, but my knee is still bent against his stomach and he can’t tug me any closer.
He pulls away and his breathing now comes in small bursts, his eyes flashing hot. “I’m not an idiot anymore.” He moves his arms, one under my shoulder blades and one under my knees and stands which is awesome. He makes me feel delicate and feminine with one lift of his powerful thighs and back.
He kisses me on the lips and looks in my eyes. “I’m
gonna fuck you now.” His lips move over mine again. “Then we’re gonna talk. You’re gonna tell me why you just happened to be at the track when I was.”
“Jake,” I start.
“First we fuck, then we talk.” He looks at me calmly.
“Jake,” I try again.
“Georgia, stop fuckin’ talking and kiss me again already.”
I take a deep breath. “Jake…”
His eyes flash dangerously and I press my lips tightly together to keep from blurting out any more, but it doesn’t stop my mind from going ninety miles an hour. Eight years. Eight fuckin’ years have gone by and I still feel as if we are back in high school. Eight years of dating a bunch of losers and replacements and stand-ins and after one second of being in front of him every bit of the good comes rushing back and all of the bad fades to nothingness.
“And quit thinking.” His arms go around me and he holds me tight.
I let my breath go.
His face dips to mine. “And tell me where your room is,
darlin’.” I smile at him and his whole face lights up with excitement.
“Second door on the right.”
He carries me the rest of the way down the hall and lowers me down his body until my feet hit the floor. Tugging up my tank, I raise my arms to give him access. When nothing else immediately happens, I glance up at him noticing his eyes glued to my breasts.
I chuckle, snapping my fingers in front of his face three times before he shakes his head as if coming out of a trance. I lean down a little and point to my face. “I’m up here.”
“Oh, I know where you’re at, darlin’,” he replies on a chuckle. “I’m just mesmerized by your beauty.”
“Your mesmerized by my tits,” I say with a chuckle.
“That too.” His lips curl up in a sexy grin.
I blink at him. “Shut up.” I slap him playfully across his shoulder.
“’kay.” He doesn’t argue which kind of freaks me out; he just lifts me by my waist and tosses me onto the mattress.
As I’m bouncing across the bed, sliding over my Tiffany blue comforter, that’s what I call it, Tiffany blue, I think, he’s mesmerized by my beauty, well I’m mesmerized by the play of his muscles as he reaches over his shoulders grasping handfuls of his T-shirt to pull it over his head dropping it on the floor, the bunch of his abs as he unbuckles his belt, the shadowing of his six-pack when he sucks in his stomach and undoes his button and lowers the zipper on his tan cargo pants revealing the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.
He bends over and unties his dark brown boots and toes them off along with his socks and lowers his cargos and boxers down his legs. The buckle of his belt jingles as his pants slide down and I nearly faint at the sight of his big cock falling heavy in front of his body primed and ready for some action.
“
OhmyGod,”
I mutter under my breath, my eyes bugging out. “Wow, I don’t remember that.” Wow is right. It’s so much more than I remember. Sooo… much more.
He laughs. “If you remember it was dark and we were in the backseat of my ‘
stang.”
“Oh my God.” I bust out laughing, covering my eyes with one forearm while my other hand presses into my stomach. “Did you just call that piece of crap car you were driving in high school a ‘
stang? Like it was cool or something?” I take a deep breath and swipe at the tears running down my temple into my hair and turn on my side propping myself up on my elbow. “It was a rust bucket with wheels.”
“I will have you know that was a cool car.” His lips twitch and I stare at him again.
“God, you are still so full of shit.” I grin, roll over, flop back on my back. Studying his body, I forget whatever the hell we were talking about.
His eyes narrow on me as I quickly become quiet. “Fuck,
then
talk,” he reminds.
I nod, no arguing, my tongue flicks out and his eyes go dark and he stalks, actually stalks toward the bed like I’m prey or something and grasps the elastic bottoms on my sweet pants tugging until they slide down my legs and fall to the ground. He pushes my legs wide and climbs up on the mattress crawling until his hands are on either side of my breasts.
My eyes lose focus as he bends his elbows, cups the globes of my breasts and flicks his tongue over one of my engorged nipples and I moan. My back arches and my heels dig into my thick memory foam mattress. His mouth latches onto my nipple, his brows raise and he looks into my eyes. “Now would be the time you tell me you gotta problem, Georgia, or it’s on.”
I shake my head. Vigorously. “No problem,” I barely manage to say before his mouth sucks my nipple deep and my entire body erupts in zings of pleasure.
“You’re good.”
I feel his lips turn up in a smile at the same time his teeth bite down and his hand rips my black silk panties from my hips.
“Hey, I liked those.” I feel his tongue swirl and I moan loudly forgetting about the panties.
“I’ll buy ya some more, darlin’,” he soothes. “’Cause that’s not the last time that’s gonna happen.” His hand continues its journey across my hip bone and delves between my legs. “Fuck you weren’t kidding. No fuckin’ problem. Wet as fuck.”
“Ooh, getting all tough guy on me now,” I tease rolling my eyes in an exaggerated manner.
His eyes change, grow darker, serious. “I’ve always been a tough guy; you just haven’t been around to see it.”
My head shoots up and I glare at him. “And whose fault is that?” I retort, my voice definitely sounding
pissy.
His smile dims briefly and the light in his eyes changes to something even more serious as I see his jaw working. Leaning down he places his hands on the side of my face and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Let’s not fight.” His eyes warm, full of something deep, something I’m afraid to name. “Past is past.” He wat
ches me, his gaze hot, hooded.
“Is it?” I blurt, unable to help the worry that tinges my voice.
“Yeah, darlin’, it is.” One side of his mouth goes up in a grin. “So are you ready for a fuck fest?”
My mouth falls open and
flaps up and down like I’m a damn trout hooked. “Fuck fest?” I don’t even know if I say it loud enough for him to hear. I don’t know if I like Jake’s grin. It’s saying something that I know is going to make me fighting mad.
“I’ve known every step you’ve taken over the past eight years, Georgia.” He kisses me. “So yeah, I know about the fuck fest.”
“I’m going to kill them,” I mutter under my breath.
“Go easy on ‘
em, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my mouth. “If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be here now.” His eyes roam over my face. “And I like where I’m at.”
I start to breathe heavily almost hyperventilating with the information he’s relaying and what I need to process. He’s been following my moves for the past eight years? “Why?”
“Because no one has been able to make me feel the way you did.” His voice turned low, tender, sweet. “And I wanted that back.”
His words so sweet I can’t speak.
He slides down my body. His lips hovering just above my skin and the soft tip of his tongue glides down the center of my torso and I melt, relaxing into the mattress. I heat from the inside out as his hands slide down my sides. My belly begins quivering when his tongue circles my navel in slow leisurely strokes and thrusts in and out, tingles skitter straight to my clit and my body melts.
Sounds I’ve never heard before begin squeaking from my mouth as his tongue starts drawing a line smack dab down the center of my belly and his open mouth covers my pussy.
My hips tilt up of their own accord. “Oh God, Jake!” I groan in disbelief at how fabulous his mouth feels. God he knows how to do this like a master. His mouth moves on me, lapping, sucking, licking and it feels so good.
He clutches my hips, his mouth suctions, pulling my clit deep and his tongue spears into my weeping opening at the same time. I swear to God that my eyes cross more and more as my pussy gets wetter and wetter. That’s never happened to me before. I gasp, pant,
suck in breaths as if they’re my last. His hands settle on either side of my pussy and he spreads my lips apart gaining better access to my throbbing wetness. His tongue flicks against my clit roughly, sending my hips twisting wildly.
“Jake. Jake. Jake.”
My head thrashes back and forth and I still for a split second as he thrusts two fingers deep inside. I feel like a woman possessed, bucking and jerking against his mouth as he eats me in deep dragging bites and licks. I wrap my legs around his shoulders for traction and he grunts against my red-hot flesh. Suddenly he grabs my swollen clit between his lips and sucks and I scream. Loudly. Definitely possessed. I can’t move. Nothing. My legs fall wide open and I don’t even blush. His left cheek presses against the inside of my right thigh and his stubble rubs deliciously against my sensitive skin as he breathes deep.
“Oh-my-fucking-God!”
My breasts jiggle as I gulp in deep breaths
. “Oh-my-fucking-God!”
I don’t even realize how enticing the jiggling globes are to him.
“Oh-my-fucking-God!”
I repeat over and over.
He pushes himself up and sits back on his heels. He swipes his hand across his glistening mouth in an erotic move that has my body fluttering again. “You can say that again.”
I draw in a breath.
“Oh-my-fucking-God!”
I giggle unable to control my shaking.
Jake starts shaking with laughter. “That’s just the appetizer.”
I try to push up on my elbows and fail, flopping back against the mattress. “I don’t know if I can handle any more.”
“That’s okay,
darlin’.” He moves back up my body. “I’m not afraid of a little hard work.” He captures my lips in a hot, tongue dueling kiss again and I liquefy. I feel his grin against my lips. “That’s right, baby, just lay back and let me take care of it ‘cause I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”
And I have no doubt he will.
He pushes back and stands. Bending over to dig around in the pockets of his cargo pants, he removes a foil wrapper and lays it on the bed next to my head. My eyes follow his movements as if I’m going to have a test on them later. I feel the mattress move as he climbs back up and lays his palm against my jaw, turning my head in order for me to look at him straight.
“Fuck, then talk.”
I nod looking up at him.
“Now, I’m
gonna blow your mind, darlin’.” He leans down and kisses me hard. “Not braggin’, just the truth.”
I nod again.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years. So I can’t help but blow your mind.”
I nod and my head keeps bobbing. I can’t seem to stop its movement.
He gets real close. His eyes like tractor beams. “But you gotta know, you’re gonna blow my mind too.”
I let out a breath.
He watches me for a heartbeat and I watch him as he leans down, my eyes cross and he becomes more than one Jake which could be a really fucking good fantasy. Pressing me deep into the mattress, his deliciously heavy body on top of mine makes me shiver.
“Why do you have to be so fucking hot?”
He gives me a sexy grin, or at least I imagine it to be a sexy grin because he is so close he’s blurry. “Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?”
I shrug and he kisses me. His lips are hard and soft at the same time; his tongue firmly slides sensually against the seam of my lips before working its way inside. I can’t stop myself even if I tried. I moan into his mouth and open wide allowing him to take, take, and take some more.