“Yes,” I admit.
“I like bad girls.” He captures a chunk of my hair and threads it around his finger. “Did you grow up around here?”
I shake my head. “I grew up in Westlynn. It’s a small town in New Hampshire. And I went to school there even after Dad got his job at Briar. My friends were there. My cousins.”
My boyfriend. I leave that part out. Bringing up Eric is never a good idea. I already know for a fact it kills the mood.
“I didn’t have the best judgment in high school,” I admit. “And Dad never let me forget it. It’s one of the reasons I moved out as soon as I could.” A million more questions flash in Jake’s eyes, so I change the subject before he can ask any of them. “Gloucester is a fishing town, isn’t it?”
“Yup.”
“Does your family own a boat?”
“My granddad does.” Jake carelessly plays with my hair. It seems a part of him always needs to be in motion, whether it’s toying with the ends of my hair, or stroking my knee with his knuckles. “My dad works in construction, but Pops worked on a boat his entire life. I work with him in the summers, actually.”
“Really? Doing what?”
“Clam diving.”
“Come on, Jake. Gross.”
“I’m serious!” He grins. “I dive for clams in the summer. Pops and I are a two-man dive operation. Clamming is a lucrative business, actually. I make enough money in one summer to pay my expenses for the whole year.”
My lips twitch wildly as I attempt not to laugh. “You’re a clam diver.”
“Yup.” He drags his tongue over his bottom lip in a lewd manner. “Turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know what it does to me, but I’m pretty sure turned on is not what I’m feeling right now.”
“Mmm-hmmm. Sure.”
“Do you get along with your granddad?”
“Oh yeah, he’s a tough old fucker. Love that guy.”
“And your dad?”
“Also a tough fucker. We get along, for the most part.” Jake’s hand snakes underneath my shirt again. “Anyway, how about we don’t talk about our parents anymore?”
His fingers are no longer cold. Now they’re warm and dry and feel like heaven skimming over my bare skin.
“Wanna make out?” He lifts a brow.
“Maybe.” My heart beats faster as I dip my head to kiss him. The moment we make contact, ribbons of heat uncurl inside me.
To me, a kiss is the most intimate act there is. More intimate than oral sex and penetration. Sure, it’s the simple act of mouths touching, tongues dancing. But a kiss, at its very core, is an emotional experience. Or at least it is for me. Anyone can give me an orgasm, but not everyone can touch my soul. One kiss can make me fall in love with someone. I know it, because it happened once before. And that’s why kissing scares me sometimes.
“I fucking love kissing you,” Jake whispers, and I wonder if he somehow read my mind.
His lips are hot against mine as he gently nudges me backward. I part my legs and he nestles his powerful body in the cradle of my thighs, kissing me over and over and over again.
Arousal builds in my belly. Throbs in my clit. I tear my mouth away and meet his lust-glazed eyes. “I didn’t get to play last time,” I tell him. “You got to have all the fun.”
His answering smile is smug. “You’re the only one who came. I’m pretty sure that means you had all the fun.”
“But I didn’t get to torture you.” I rise on one elbow and give his chest a firm shove, forcing him onto his back. Once he’s at my mercy, I inch up the hem of his T-shirt to expose the hard ridges of his abdomen.
My heart races as I stare down at him. His muscles are perfectly defined, and he’s got that drool-worthy man “V” that disappears into his waistband. I bring my lips to the center of his chest, and a shudder rolls through his broad frame. He tastes like citrusy soap and a hint of salt. It’s delicious. I lick my way up his chest, pulling his shirt up as I go, revealing more and more skin. I reach a nipple and give it a soft bite.
Jake groans.
“Quiet,” I whisper before flicking my tongue over the flat brown disc.
“Sorry. I forgot.”
I tease his other nipple, then kiss my way to the strong column of his throat. The material of his shirt is bunched up there, but I don’t remove the shirt because I’m still entirely aware that my dad is downstairs watching TV. I nuzzle his neck, my fingers stroking the stubble dotting his jaw.
He makes a husky sound of approval. I brush my lips over his, but the contact is fleeting. I’m busy admiring his gorgeous face.
Jake’s eyes flutter open. A dark, bottomless green. “You’re not kissing me anymore,” he mumbles. “Why aren’t you kissing me anymore?”
“Because I want to do something else. But I need you to remember to be quiet. Are you going to be quiet for me?”
His tongue darts out to moisten his top lip, then quickly swipes over the bottom one. “I’ll try.”
I undo his zipper.
Gaze burning with desire, he lifts his ass so I can ease his pants and boxers down. His thighs are rock-hard, and they don’t have much hair, only a light dusting. The perfect amount.
My mouth waters when his dick springs up. Oh, I like this.
I curl my fingers around his thick girth. He’s big and hard in my hand, the velvety heat of him bringing a rush of moisture between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, squirming to control the ache. It’s been a while since I actually ached to have someone inside me. I give him a slow, teasing stroke, and we both choke out a curse. I want nothing more than to rip off my clothes, sink down on this hard penis, and ride him until we’re both coming.
But that can wait. I lick my lips, and then lower my head to engulf him with my mouth.
21
Jake
Holy shit.
This blowjob is…
Brenna is…
Her mouth is…
Yeah, my brain stopped functioning a while ago.
My fingers are tangled in Brenna’s dark hair as her tongue glides along my shaft. She squeezes the base of my cock with her hand as she runs her tongue over the tip, tasting me, teasing me. I swallow a groan but can’t prevent a hoarse breath from slipping out.
She gazes up at me with big brown eyes.
“I’m being quiet,” I choke out. “Promise.”
She smiles and resumes her ministrations. She sucks on my tip, and I watch her lips, mesmerized, as they gobble me up. Her head dips down again, and suddenly my cock is nearly poking the back of her throat. I barely have time to register the incredible sensation when she eases off, her head swiftly moving back up, her hand working in perfect unison with her wicked mouth.
I can’t believe Brenna Jensen is blowing me.
Life is full of unexpected surprises. A few months ago, this girl was provoking me at a house party, swearing she’d never fall into bed with a Harvard man. And now here we are. In her bed, with her mouth on my cock and my fist in her hair.
Her lips are…
The suction is…
Dammit, my brain shorted out again.
Pleasure zips up my spine. I love seeing her delicate throat work when she swallows me on every downstroke. Her perfect ass is jutting in the air, and my hands are itching to cup it, squeeze it.
I tighten my fist in her long hair and tug her head up. “Twist around so I can lick you at the same time,” I rasp.
Pure arousal darkens her gaze. “That’s such a good idea,” she whispers.
She moves in a blur, wiggling out of her flannel pants and straddling my face. When my tongue comes out for a taste, she makes a strangled noise. A loud one.
“Quiet,” I taunt, before giving her clit a long, languid lick.
She retaliates by stuffing half my dick in her mouth, and it’s my turn to make noise again. “Oh my God,” I groan against her pussy. “We’re never going to get through this.”
Her soft laughter tickles my shaft, creating a vibration effect that travels through my body. My hips involuntarily jerk upward, pushing me to the back of her throat.
She yelps in surprise, and I quickly withdraw. “Sorry,” I murmur. “That wasn’t on purpose.”
“It’s okay, you just startled me.”
I return my attention to her sexy body, reaching up to squeeze her ass cheeks. This is fucking amazing. Her sweet flavor on my tongue, her mouth on my dick. It’s so, so good. I move my tongue slowly over her clit, hoping to tease her, to draw out her pleasure, but it isn’t long before she’s whimpering impatiently and grinding down on my face.
Greedy little thing. I chuckle at her eagerness, until she starts jacking me against her tongue, and the laughter dies. Red-hot pleasure buzzes up my spine. My balls tingle in warning, and I wrench my mouth from her pussy and mutter, “I don’t want to come until you do.”
“Then get me there,” she dares.
Challenge accepted. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.
She squirms in delight. “Oh, that’s good. Do that again.”
With my tongue tending to her clit, I bring my index finger into the mix and push it inside her. She’s so wet and so tight and I am so close to erupting in her mouth. It takes all the willpower in the world to hold off.
“Come on, babe,” I whisper. “Don’t make me come alone.”