AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The sensation, as indulgent as it was, caused me to make a very un-sexy squawking noise in response.
Unphased, Jake didn’t let up, eliciting nonsensical sounds from me as he continued his delicious torture.
I was too close, too far gone to have any control at that point.
I shattered under him. A blinding white-hot energy coursed through me, rampant, raging and reeling. I felt depleted of oxygen, like my breath had been expelled from my body and there was nothing left of me but a reduced liquified version.
Here lies Lucy, COD: best orgasm of her life.
Jake found his own release moments later, my name a raspy roar and his breath hot against my skin. His hair was disheveled, more so than before. The smell of his shampoo drifted down to me, a heady mixture of sweat and musk.
“How…that was…you…” I trailed off, realizing I wasn’t making any sense. I simply grasped for any word that filtered into my head. Forming a sentence was too difficult in my hazy state.
Gently, he pulled away from me. I wasn’t prepared for the sudden loss. “Surely, making you speechless earned me an A+?” he queried, giving me a wolfish grin.
Rolling on my side and propping up on an elbow, I suppressed an eye roll. “Nobody likes a perfectionist; they’re obnoxious,” I lied, keeping my tone as convincing as possible.
Jake stood and padded to the bathroom. “So those little squeals and cries for more were your way of protesting how obnoxious I am?” he called.
My jaw fell open like an unhinged trap door. “I didn’t squeal!” I stuck my tongue out, though it was lost to the embossed wallpaper. When he reemerged, I threw the nearest pillow at him. Aggravatingly, he caught it with precision, the veins in his forearm popping from the movement, making me that much more attracted to him.
“You did.” He stood at the end of the bed looking smug. I pulled the sheet over me, tucking it under my arms. “It’s your throat,” he stated.
“My throat?” I was confused.
“Your sweet spot; the one that makes you squabble with pleasure. You squeal every time my mouth is there. I knew it that first night we kissed after the castle.”
Oh. Did I just walk around in a haze never picking up on people’s idiosyncrasies and nuances? Jake observed, he listened, he paid attention. Maybe that’s why he was such a good actor.
“You seem to not believe me.” Jake tilted his head as I focused on the light fixture behind his ear. “Because if you don’t,” he purred, kneeling on the end of the bed, making his way toward me, “I’m happy to prove it.”
Now it was a game. I could hold out and show him I was immune to his ministrations and erotic charm.
My eyes snapped to his. “Fine. You cantryand prove it, but there’s no guarant—” I muttered. Jake had closed the gap, his warm, wet lips making contact with my neck once again. “Ohh,” I moaned.Damn my body for betraying me!
But I kept the ‘squeal’ buried. Even if I did react that way, I could consciously hold out as long as I could, wringing enjoyment from this beautiful man, while making him work for it.
After all, there were worse ways to spend an afternoon.
I just shouldn’t allow myself to get used to it.
Chapter 23
Jake
Chicago
Our collective bodyheat woke me. Lucy was pressed against me, lying on her side, hugging my arm.
After I successfully proved her wrong, wringing several squeals from her (and another orgasm), we both collapsed and fell asleep. The combination of traveling and sex had done me in, and though it was only five in the afternoon, I had no plans beyond what we were currently doing.
I still had three days before I was expected back on the circuit. For the first time in a very long time, I settled into the notion that no plans were the best kind to have.
Lucy stirred beside me, her breathing shifting from steady and rhythmic to strong and alert.
“Hey,” I whispered.
She slowly opened one eye and then the next, peering at me with what I could only hope was contentment.
