He's looking at me seriously now too as if he completely understands. "I look forward to lots more silly moments with you, beautiful."
Then his mouth comes down on mine as he presses me harder against the wall. We kiss for long moments, Jake's tongue plundering my mouth as I moan and whimper, the taste of him dizzying, even though I'm mostly sober now.
He lifts me off my feet and I wrap my legs around him. I reach down and put my hand into his already torn pants, stroking him as best as I can with our bodies pressed so closely together. He lets out a low growl and I feel moisture trickle between my legs at the sound of it.
He takes one of his hands off my ass, pressing me harder against the wall as he reaches down and tears my thong right off of me. I take in a sharp breath at the surprise of it, and then moan as he fingers my opening.
"Always so wet for me," he chokes out. I lean my head back against the wall as he licks and kisses up my throat and it feels so amazing that I am writhing against him, moving my core against the huge erection I can feel pressed tightly against me.
When Jake leans his hips back, I whimper in protest.
"Take my cock out, Evie," he growls and I reach down, through the tear in his pants, into his boxers, doing as he says, springing him free.
He grips my ass tighter as he slams foreword, impaling me against the wall and I cry out as he fills and stretches me, my internal muscles tightening around his shaft. For several seconds, we just stare into each other's eyes, and the heat and intensity coming from his has me mesmerized.
He keeps looking straight at me as he slowly pulls back, almost withdrawing completely and then slamming back into me. Oh God that feels so good. My eyes close involuntarily and I moan deep, my lips parting. I hear Jake let out a guttural hiss.
That's when things get a little wild.
Jake crashes his mouth down on mine and begins thrusting into me, hard and deep, almost punishing, my back slamming against the wall. But I love every minute of it, feeling owned by this beautiful man, hammering into me, too far gone to be gentle.
He reaches down between us and presses his finger against my clit and I start panting and moaning into his mouth as an orgasm crashes and rolls through me.
He rips his mouth from mine as he growls, "Mine. Only mine. Only. Ever. Mine," still slamming into me, pounding me against the wall. His eyes close and his lips part as his orgasm builds and then he throws his head back, letting out a deep moan as I feel his hot seed jetting inside me.
He looks back at me lazily as he glides in and out slowly, drawing out the pleasure of his climax.
I blurt out, "You are so beautiful."
He smiles at me, his eyes warm as he lets me down to the floor. His arms must be killing him.
"You're the beautiful one."
I kiss him sweetly on the lips and then we adjust our clothing as he takes my hand and leads me to bed.
CHAPTER 21
On Saturday morning, surprisingly, I wake up feeling pretty good which I'm thankful for since my shift starts at ten a.m. I take a shower, which I needed badly as Jake and I had pretty much fallen into bed last night after the dancing and the wall activities. I smile at the memory. I blow my hair partially dry and put it in a loose braid that falls over my shoulder, light makeup and pull on my uniform. I kiss Jake goodbye and nuzzle into his neck as I lean over him to which he growls and says, "Don't tempt me. I'm three seconds away from making you very late for work." I giggle, and give him one more quick kiss on the cheek, leaving him in bed.
He arranged one of his company cars to pick me up at his building and it's waiting for me at the curb as I step outside. I don't mind the bus but I could get used to this. It takes less than ten minutes before I'm clocking in.
The day goes by quickly even though I'm tired from our late night and lots of physical exertion. Before we fell into bed last night, Jake and I had made plans for him to pick me up from work. But close to the end of my shift, my manager asks if I want to leave an hour early because of an over scheduling issue and I jump at it.
I text Jake but he doesn't text me back by the time I'm clocking out and so I change my clothes quickly and then ask one of the other girls leaving at the same time if she'd mind dropping me at his place.
She drops me in front of his building and I try calling him one more time but he doesn't answer so I call to someone entering to hold the door and go in behind them. I get on the penthouse elevator alone and since I remember the simple code Jake used to get to his floor, I punch that in. I hope he doesn't mind me coming over early, but why would he? What if he's not home? Darn, I guess I'll come downstairs and wait in the lobby and just keep calling him. There's probably a coffee shop somewhere close by.
The elevator opens and I notice that the door to his condo is open a little bit and I hear voices coming from inside. I frown a little and stop to the side of the door, unsure now if I should knock. I decide to anyway, but as I lift my hand, I hear a woman say, "You don't have to act like this. Let me make it better, honey." I freeze. What the hell?
Jake responds and his voice sounds clipped, angry, "Don't start this shit. I explained to you in San Diego the nature of our relationship and that is that there isn't one, okay?"
"You lie to yourself, Jake. You can't just make this go away. You can't just make me go away."
"The fuck I can't. Get out."
There's silence for a couple seconds and then I hear a rustling and Jake yells, "Get the fuck OUT!" and it sounds like the woman is sniffling.