When he pulled back again, this time taking a full step, she growled. “I wasn’t done yet. You never let me finish.”
He smiled at her and pulled her up so he could take her mouth with his own. “I’m not as young as I used to be. I want to come inside you, Maya. I’ll come in your mouth another time.”
She met his gaze. “That’s what you said last time. And yet I still had you.”
He studied her face before nodding. “That may be, but last time we had to stop because of things out of our control. This time? This time we aren’t stopping. And the next time? Yeah, we’re getting a next time.”
Maya stayed silent and watched the emotions play on his face. This wasn’t the last time, wasn’t a game. This was something more than best friends hooking up, and yet if she thought about that, she’d break. So for now, it was best friends finding one another.
Not just for a night.
It wouldn’t be.
It couldn’t be.
When Jake pulled her shirt over her head, she let him do it slowly, let him watch her. He wanted to be in control so bad, she could feel it, and for once, she thought she could let him have that. Maybe not fully, but enough that she could just feel.
He undid the clasp on her bra, and she pulled on the cups, letting the fabric fall to the floor to the side of them. He quickly undid her pants, and she helped him pull them off. Since she didn’t want to be the only naked one in the room, she tugged on the bottom of his shirt, and he let her pull it over his head. Then he shucked his pants across the room and pushed at her chest gently.
She let out a small laugh as her ass hit the bed, that quickly became a squeak, then a groan as he lifted her legs so they rested on his shoulders, yanked her ass to the edge of the bed, and licked her cunt.
She gripped the bed with one hand and tangled her fingers of the other into his hair. He ate like he was starving, like he was a fucking oral master. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, but she knew despite their joking, Jake Gallagher was the King of Oral.
He sucked her lower lips into his mouth before letting them go with a pop. Then he licked around her clit, teasing, before sucking the whole damn thing into his mouth and flicking his tongue over her. She shuddered, her body bowing, so freaking close to the edge.
When he speared her with two fingers, she came on a gasp. Her pussy clenched around him as she came, but he didn’t stop pumping those two fingers in and out of her. Instead, he sped up, keeping his mouth on her clit as he continued to suck. The action let her rise again, and this time when she crashed, her nipples ached something fierce and she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
“Jake,” she gasped. “I…I can’t breathe.”
He lifted his head, his mouth wet from her juices. “Did I pass your test?”
She growled again and reached for him. The damn man refused to budge. Instead, he put his wet fingers to her lips, and she opened for him. The taste of herself on his fingers almost made her come again, and from the look on his face, the damn man knew it.
“Suck them, baby, suck them like you were sucking my cock.” He growled, his mouth still wet. It wasn’t fair that he was so freaking hot.
She pulled back and let his fingers slide out of her mouth. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I won’t be responsible for what I do.”
He grinned again before pulling away. “I need a condom. One sec.” He practically ran to the nightstand, his very impressive cock bouncing against his belly as he did so.
“You’re looking mighty fine, Gallagher. I need that cock in me. Okay?”
He smiled wide as he walked back to the edge of the bed, rolling the condom over himself as he did. Very, very talented was her Jake.
She went to push herself up farther on the bed, but he gripped her knees. “What, Gallagher?”
“I want you like this,” he said, then took her by the ankles and grinned. “Legs on my shoulders while I’m fucking you.” He slowly slid into her and she gasped, her body shaking. “Fucking perfection.”
When he was seated fully, tears sprang to her eyes. This was Jake. This wasn’t some guy she was seeing, not a dude she’d taken for the night to scratch an itch. This was the man who knew her inside and out. Who brought over pistachio gelato during the first two days of her period because he knew it was the only thing she could keep down because of the pain. Jake was the one who had consoled her after her ex dumped her, and who held her hair back after she’d had too much tequila. He was friends with her family, hung out with them even if she wasn’t in the vicinity. He helped her brothers and sisters figure out their love lives if they needed him.
He was her everything.
And he was inside her, his body still, and his eyes on hers.
No wonder she let the first tear fall.
“Maya?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
She couldn’t ruin this with her emotions, but she couldn’t hide them either. Not with Jake. Never with Jake. The only time he hadn’t known what she was feeling was when he’d been hiding himself, and this wasn’t one of those times.