Too much blood pounded in my ears, it made thinking a chore. Jacob always had new surprises for me.
Kite itched his nose, watching us both. “Fuck, man. Next time, just tell me. I'd have come here to start stuff while you got it out of your system.”
“That's just it,” he said, a murmur I hardly heard. “I'm not sure that would have satisfied me. All the time in the world might not be enough.”
Licking my lips, I whispered, “Jacob.”
His eyes were a glacier, rolling over me with unstoppable pressure. He moved with a purpose, locking his lips on mine, but Jacob didn't stop there; he shoved me into a nearby booth, the large, curved cushion becoming my landing strip.
Everything was ringing in my skull. I felt detached, hot and cold warred within me. It was impossible to make a choice on how to feel.
Jacob... is he that obsessed with me?
I tried to think back, to find more proof. I became lost, pulled back by his hands on my hips, one squeezing my thigh.
“Wait,” I breathed out, muffled by his teeth.
Sitting up, he arched my throat and dove in to suck at my skin. Over my moan, he whispered, “No. I promised you I'd reward you for your patience. And have you ever been patient.”
So have you, I thought, shutting my eyes. So have you.
- Chapter 30 -
Kite
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I watched them both, digesting the situation.
Jacob had revealed something important to Marina, but she couldn't understand what it really meant. Not the way I did.
Jacob had been friends with me since we were just kids. I knew him, knew what it took for him to care about someone so much.
I wanted this to be a sign.
If Jacob was falling for Marina, the way I was falling for her... then maybe he finally believed in her. Could I be allowed to hope for that?
All I was sure of was that I believed in Marina. It was impossible not to.
Stepping forward, I knelt on the opposite side of Marina in the booth. Jacob was kissing her furiously, turning her lips redder than berries. She made a sound of pleasure, wriggling her hips. My view let me see the swell of her breasts, hard tips cutting through the fabric.
Reaching down, I adjusted my growing erection. My cock was thickening fast, reacting to the excitement of this astounding girl. We hadn't finished earlier today, and I was throbbing with a wanton need that had gone on for too many hours.
Marina looked up, spotting me. The centers of her coffee eyes dilated; she was losing herself already. “Come here,” she told me, stretching out in the giant booth.
That was an easy request to fill.
Inching closer, I knelt over her face. She shifted onto her side, fingers stroking the front of my obvious bulge. I hissed through my teeth, and she copied me, caught up in how she'd made me react.
Suddenly she was jostled. We both looked; Jacob had undone her jeans and was peeling them down her juicy thighs. In the harsh lights, her panties were a rosy peach.
“Keep going,” he said to me, not even glancing up. I didn't blame him, it was hard to look away from the shape of her sweet *.
Taking his cue, I grabbed her wrist and guided her hand back. My eyes fluttered, her palm jerking me through my jeans. “I need to get these off,” I groaned, popping the brass button.
She chuckled, then shuddered with a gasp. Jacob had spread her knees wide, crouching between to nuzzle her cunt.
Catching her by the cheeks, I turned her to me. My eyes burned, as heated as my lower belly. “Stay focused,” I demanded.
Licking her lips, Marina inhaled. One quick movement, and my jeans came down, cock bouncing into the air. The tip was shiny, precome already dripping. My balls were heavy with my delayed release.
Curling her fingers around my base, she stroked experimentally. “Holy hell,” I grunted. Leaning into her, I wrapped my fingers in her silky hair. Some of it tickled over my cock, tingles coursing over the back of my neck.
Marina worked with patient, determined pumps. Her fist closed on the swollen head, then rolled back down, over and over. Gazing down at her with sweltering desire, I tried to be calm—to hold back.
I fucking failed.
Catching her by those thick curls of hair, I forced her lips over my cock and groaned. I heard her mirror me, and then she choked, wriggling from something Jacob had done. I wasn't watching, my world existed here; the edge between pleasure and delirium.
Nothing but wet suction and a swirling tongue mattered.
Contorting, she put one elbow down for leverage. Her other hand swung, coaxing me forward by the middle of my back. I was eager to be guided, hammering my length down her throat as I hunched over her. My breathing was ragged, torn from me in great, heated waves.
Something bounced off my chest. Blinking, I stared down at the foil packet—a condom.