His hands cupped my face, tilting my head slightly as he deepened the kiss, his lips molding against mine in slow, sensual strokes. His fingers curled into my hair, his grip tightening just slightly like he didn’t want
Gods. let me go.
Jake kissed like he had all the time in the world. Like this moment-this kiss-was something to savor. Something to etch into his memory.
And I let him.
There was no urgency. No roughness.
Just warmth
Just a slow, consuming pull that made me forget every reason I had to hold back.
I let my hands drift up, fingers threading through the dark strands of his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. He groaned softly against my lips, his body pressing closer, his warmth seeping into me, making my head spin.
The way he sighed into my mouth. The way his body pressed against mine. The way his fingers traced the line of my jaw, down the slope of my neck, before settling on my waist, pulling me closer.
He shifted, guiding me with him until my back met the soft blanket beneath us.
The large window opposite us was cracked open, letting in the cool night air, the curtains swaying slightly.
It felt too intimate. Too dangerously perfect.
But I didn’t stop him.
Not when he hovered over me, his lips trailing slow, reverent kisses along my jaw.
Not when his hand slid beneath the hem of my dress-Kester’s dress-pushing it up, gathering the fabric at my hips, and exposing my thighs to the cool air.
Not when his fingers traced slow, lazy circles around the sensitive skin there, exploring with a tenderness that made my chest tighten and sent shivers dancing up my spine.
But the moment his touch drifted higher-toward the place no one but ‘him’ had ever touched-my body tensed.
“Jake.” My voice came out breathless, shaky.
His hand stilled immediately. He lifted his head, eyes searching mine. “Too much”
I swallowed hard, nodding “I can’t. Not tonight.”
Jake exhaled, his fingers retreating as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. “Okay.”
Just like that?
No frustration? No disappointment?
Just pure understanding?
And that? That almost made my chest ache more than if he had been upset.
I suddenly felt the need to make it up to him. To do something that would make him happy. I wasn’t blind to the evidence of his arousal pressing hard against his sweatpants. It made me feel even more guilty.
“I can… Help you with that if you want,” I said in a soft tone, gesturing at his hardness. A blush crept up his cheek, and he quickly looked away.
“You don’t have to, Mine. I’ll be fine.” He said, always too modest, as usual.
“I insist,” I said, standing up from the blanket and guiding him to stand before me while I knelt, slowly pulling down his sweatpants.
The cool air from the half-open window slapped my face, making me feel strengthened and refreshed as whatever heat Jake had aroused in me dissipated. My gaze darted outside the window, and a sudden chill spread across my skin, almost as if I was being watched by someone. But there was no one there.
I brushed it off.
My fingers grazed the skin of his moderately sized dick, and he sucked in a deep breath. He stiffened slightly, his hands twitching at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. His eyes darted away, his throat working as he swallowed hard.
He was shy.
“Never been touched before?” I asked him in a teasing tone.
“I have… Just not by a woman I am madly in love with,” He replied, and his response spurred me further.
It was almost endearing to see how different he was from Kester.
I twirled my tongue around the tip of his dick, which was already dripping with precum.
“Ah.” He moaned as his hip stiffened.
I stroked him gently, dragging my fingers along his length, relishing the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch… I sucked. Slowly. Passionately. Intentionally. I enjoyed every bit of his innocent reaction. I liked the fact that I could unravel him and make him shake the way he was.
I glanced up at him, drinking in the sight of him above me his dark hair falling into his face, his lips parted, his eyes hooded with total surrender.
He looked beautiful like this.
Vulnerable.
His head tipped back as I sucked harder and faster, taking his whole length deep inside my throat. It wasn’t so difficult as he wasn’t as big as Kester.
A low, shaky moan escaped him, his hips jerking ever so slightly into my hand before he caught himself, his fingers gripping the hem of his shirt like he needed something to hold on to.
I smirked. “You can touch me, you know.”
Jake shook his head quickly, his jaw clenched. “I-If I do, Imight-“He cut himself off, his cheeks flushing darker.
I felt a sudden wave of something warm curl in my stomach. He respected me.
I dragged my hands up his thighs, feeling the taut muscles beneath my fingers, savoring the way he shuddered at my touch. His hips jerked slightly, and he sucked in a sharp breath like he was struggling to hold himself back
“Fuck, Mine,” he breathed in a strained voice. His fingers twitched at his sides, his self-control crumbling You’re Gods, you’re perfect.”
I hummed in response, the vibration pulling another deep moan from his lips… I flicked my gaze up to watch him fall apart, to see the way his lips parted and his brows furrowed in pleasure-
But something else caught my eye.
The window.
My body locked.
My stomach turned to ice.
I blinked rapidly, willing for the image before me to disappear, but it didn’t
Someone was standing by the window. And it was none other than my worst nightmare.
Kester:
He was standing motionless outside the window, his face half-cast in a shadow, his presence nearly blending into the night. But I saw him.
Oh, gods, I saw him.
His eyes-dead, hollow, colder than I had ever seen them-fixed on me, on what I was doing
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