Chapter Fourteen

Ellie

I like sex as much as the next red-blooded woman, but I’d always had a keen sense of my priorities. Sex was fun, but my future depended on my education and then afterward, my job. My high school boyfriend wasn’t experienced, so we were both searching around in the dark and we never went all the way. My first college boyfriend was a jerk. My mistake. The second tried hard, but it never quite worked out. And the third was just bad at it.

So all in all, my expectations were low, but I was willing to give it a shot. Jake turned me on like no one else had in a very long time. So I suppose I was primed and ready. How bad could he be?

It started out fun. I leaned over and teased him. Lips. Tongue. Even teeth. I nipped at his mouth and playfully nibbled his neck. When his penis jerked in hunger, I was filled with a sense of my own power.

And then at his urging, I continued to move on top of him. He teased my chin and then my neck with his tongue, then quickly found my breasts with his teeth.

That was one thing he did very well. He used his mouth in a way that I’d already found erotic as hell. Sucking, swirling, biting. He was dizzyingly good at it. And I was already breathless as my body grew wet and pliable above him.

But he wanted me to turn around, facing the penis that seemed so desperate for attention. I licked his belly, played with the dimple of his belly button, then moved my lips toward that straight arrow of a penis. It was literally weeping for my attention, and I took a single salty lick.

He bobbed in reaction, his hips thrusting toward me. But I was ready and pulled back just enough to keep out of his reach. I wanted to control how I tasted him, how deep I took him in, and exactly how much pleasure I would give him.

That was my plan.

But as I was still considering my options, he turned his attention to me. Most guys just dived in, giving everything they had, hoping eventually to hit the right spot. That’s what I was expecting. Enthusiasm, not precision.

But Jake was a very precise guy. He started with his hands, stroking up the inside of my thighs. His fingers were gentle, but I quickly realized he was bracing me, putting me in the exact position he wanted. His fingers touched everywhere, but in a pattern of approach, stroke, and slide back. The whole circle-in-and-out thing opened me up to him. I was being steadily spread wider and wider under his ministrations, and I really liked it.

It was a gentle, steady encouragement that distracted me from how I intended to make him crazy. Instead of testing his control, he was encouraging me to surrender mine. And I did, but only a little. I widened my legs. I let myself drop lower. I wanted to feel his tongue. I wanted more touch, more pressure, more everything.

When he didn’t deepen his touch, I dropped lower again.

Still the man took his time, patient in how he stroked me. Sure, his fingers pressed in a few times, but it wasn’t enough before he’d slide them back and spread me further. He gave a second push in, but this time, he pulled upward, across my clit, which had me arching at the zing of pure pleasure.

That’s what I wanted. So I moved lower down on him, simultaneously shifting my groin to where I wanted him. And to encourage him, I licked a long circle around his penis before sucking it into my mouth. The taste was salty, his girth impressive, and the sound he made when I did it—a low groan of appreciation—rumbled through my thighs. This was exactly what I liked. Making him nuts while I—

My thoughts cut off as he finally licked me. And true to form, it wasn’t a wide swath of let-me-get-it-all, but a specific probe straight to my clit. And just like his hands, he licked in, around, then back out.

Oh. My. God. It was like having exactly what I wanted, in a way I never knew I wanted. My body seized up in the shock of pleasure. I arched with my head thrown back. My lower teeth scraped along his erection, caught slightly on the head, and then tugged. I didn’t do it on purpose. But I felt his whole body tighten beneath me.

Then he thrust forward, and I was too dizzy with wanting to stop him. I took him in my mouth, barely remembering to suck. It was more of an automatic reaction.

Meanwhile, he was driving me crazy with that very specific tongue of his. In, around, and out. But not over my clit. He was taking his time to explore the other places. And he wasn’t venturing in quite enough. The swirl was opening me to deeper penetration, but then he’d move on when I wasn’t ready for him to leave.

Suddenly, I needed him to be aggressive. I wanted full penetration, wide stimulation, and, and…I didn’t know what. Just everything. Now. And at full speed.

My thighs gave way, and I dropped all my weight down on him. But he was prepared, and his hands gripped and supported my thighs. Which meant suddenly, though I was in the dominant position, he was the one in complete control. I couldn’t have moved off him if my life depended on it. It was his hands, his tongue, his mouth that decided how I would feel, what I would get, and where he would give it to me.

Maddening and wonderful.

I barely remembered to pay attention to him. My hands fumbled where I gripped him, my fingers barely brushed his balls, and my mouth was giving him the random treatment I’d thought I’d get from him. I just held on and did the best I could, considering I was going crazy with the pleasure he was giving me.

He didn’t seem to mind. I could feel the pulse and jerk of his penis and tasted his salty desire. But most of all, I felt his tongue on me. The wetness, the steady stroke, and my open need for penetration.

And then he stepped it up a notch. I didn’t think there was anything more he could do to make this any better…until he changed up his rhythm. In and out, deep, a long stroke up to my clit, and then he sucked. It was that last part that did it, that kicked this experience from amazing into terrifying.

Because I went wild.

I didn’t understand how he managed it. How anyone could do it. But he kept me hovering on the edge of exploding without kicking me over. And the longer I was poised on the precipice, the more desperate I was to topple over. More. Deeper. Harder. Anything. Please God, let me finish!

I went insane, completely out of control. I tried to grind myself down on him, but he kept me at a distance. And the more I fought for what I wanted, the slower he got. He sucked once, then blew cool air on my overheated flesh. I didn’t want cool. I wanted pressure.

But no, he held me off. Then he surprised me by pushing hard with his thumb. It went deep inside, though not deep enough. I clenched greedily at it, but couldn’t hold it. I jerked, trying to escape his restraint. I was so wild, I would have ground myself down on his nose if I thought it would get me off.

And then suddenly, a tiny part of my brain stepped back and realized what I was doing…and I was appalled. I was like a wild animal on top of him, insane and clearly desperate. I would do anything—beg, plead, barter, whatever I could think of—if only it would get me to completion.

But I didn’t have the breath to speak. I offered only a guttural growl when he eased off, a whimper when he touched too lightly…and a cry of delight when he sucked just where I wanted.

More. Please more.

I sobbed out his name, raining kisses on his penis, hoping that it would get me what I wanted. And then I sucked him hard. As hard as I could, hoping that he would catch the clue.

His hips bucked and his breath made harsh, short puffs against my thighs. But he did not give me what I wanted.

And then suddenly, he did.

He let me drop down onto his lips. He started me with a swirl. And then he sucked. Hard, fast pulses. Harder. Faster. Then so quick that my whole body felt like it shot into orbit.

I exploded with a scream. And he held me there while I writhed like a madwoman on top of him. And then while I was still pulsing, still gasping, he flipped me over.

I barely noticed the reverse angle except that I was suddenly surrounded in softness. Then there was lots of movement and abruptly, my legs were spread wide. I heard a growl as something tore. A condom wrapper, I think, but I barely cared. I was still soaring.

Then he lifted my hips, and I felt his heat. A split second’s recognition—no more—and then…

I was impaled.

Gloriously, wonderfully penetrated.

Yes!

Where I thought I was still floating, his penetration grounded me. It gave me a focus as my body abruptly gripped him. Not just my sex, but my legs, my hands, and my mind. Everything was centered on him. Take me. Have me. Drill me. Fuck me.

Every dirty analogy, every filthy word burst through my thoughts. And rather than shocking me, it ratcheted my body to higher pleasure. Every part of me was an animal wanting to be taken in the most primal way. I wanted him inside me so deep that he never left.

He was mine.

Harder. Deeper.

“Yes.”

He was saying that word, I suddenly realized. Repeating it with every thrust.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

And then he came. He slammed forward and ground against me while I screamed in animalistic glory.

Mine!