Talk Later–1
The movie ends, and everyone sighs in relief.
Like the pent up sexual tension is just too much for any of us to take. Aiden presses a flutter of kisses on my neck and I melt into the couch, but Jake’s hands wrap around my arm and I’m pulled to my feet.
Flustered, I blink. The heat in my cheeks makes me feel so hot and when Jake’s fingers unbutton the shirt, I blow out a breath of relief. He pushes the shirt down my arms until it falls to my feet.
I’m naked, skin breaking out into goosebumps. Jake watches me, pressing a soft kiss to my hip. “Kiss them goodnight.”
He stands and walks to the kitchen, leaving me with Zaid and Aiden. Aiden comes up to me first, his hands cupping my face before his lips press to mine. His tongue delves into me, his hands at my waist, then my hips, then my ass.
He pulls away, breathing heavy, his eyes are dark, lips pursed. “I’m still angry.”
My chest aches.
“Hurt.”
“I’m sorry.”
He tucks my hair behind my ears. “We can talk tomorrow.”
I nod, and he kisses me on the forehead before walking away. Zaid’s hand splays on my lower back, and he turns me toward him; other hand fisting the back of my neck as he
kisses me.
He thrusts his hips against mine, and I moan when I feel his erection between my legs. “I’m gonna have to take a cold shower, love,” he whispers.
I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Think of me?”
His nostrils flare. “Always.”
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4:00 pm
Talk Later–1
His eyes shift from mine, looking over my shoulder. I see a flash of anger cross his eyes and I know Jake has walked back into the room.
“Goodnight, love.” He rubs his hands down my arms as he pulls them from his neck.
“Goodnight,” I whisper, thrown off by the expression in his eyes.
I turn to face Jake, his eyes taking me in. He devours me with his gaze, nostrils flaring and jaw clenching. I chew on my lip, using every last bit of my courage to not cover myself with my hands.
With a shaky breath, I whisper. “Jake, I’m so sorry.”
His eyes lift from my legs to my eyes.
“I really didn’t-”
“We can talk about it later,” is all he says. He makes his way around the couch and sits in front of me. I swallow, suddenly nervous.
My eyes are glued to his face, but I see his hands move. I hear the sound of his zipper and belt buckle opening.
“Kneel.”
I do. Right in front of him. Between his legs. I say nothing as he grabs the back of my head. He watches me, eyes hooded, and I keep my eyes on him even as he softly rubs the head of his cock along the seam of my lips. My mouth waters, the plug in my ass suddenly making me feel full.
He smells divine. Masculine and clean. I feel myself turn wet, but I keep my expression
neutral.
Jake licks his lips. “Open your mouth.”
I do. Everything he says, I do.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
“Don’t touch yourself.”
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Talk Later–1
“Don’t move.”
“I move you.”
The anticipation in me builds up, and my mouth continues to water. It’s been too long since I’ve had him in my mouth. He answers my desires, pressing his cock between my
lips.
I breathe, opening my mouth wider.
He moans, continuing to push in. I’m holding on by a thread, swallowing to stop the sudden need to gag.
“Fuck, baby.”
I watch him, keeping my eyes on his hooded ones. He loosens his hand on my hair for a second before tightening it and then pulls out, thrusting back in. I moan, and he feels the vibration throwing his head back.
I see his throat move. He’s trying to regain his control, but I know that is impossible when he lowers his head and I see that crazy hunger in his eyes.
He grunts, holding the back of my head with both hands.
It’s the only indication I get before he thrusts into me relentlessly. He uses his hips and moves my head at the same time. It stings, my breath leaving me and tears streaming down my face.
It burns, but it burns so good.
I’m dripping onto the floor from how wet I am and my fingers twitch on my thighs. I can’t
touch myself.
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