Undercover Attraction, page 5
His face was cast in shadows, the only light the small night light she kept at the end of the hall, but she could see his eyes. They glowed with arousal. She sucked in a breath before his mouth descended onto hers, stealing her thoughts, igniting an electrical storm throughout her body. Her gift bag and keys fell to the floor, forgotten for the moment.
Jacob’s hands molded her ass through her tight skirt. He lifted her to him, and sighed happily when her thighs wrapped around him of their own accord.
She was heaven.
He pressed her backwards against the door, anchoring her to him, rubbing his erection against her, hating the thick barrier of his jeans between them.
She sucked his tongue into her mouth, held it still with her lips as her tongue swirled around his.
Jacob groaned, almost falling to his knees at the onslaught. He pulled away, looking into her face, flushed with passion and a good bit of alcohol.
“Bedroom,” he grunted, burying his face in her neck, attempting to take a deep breath to still his spiking libido.
“Second door on the right.”
He turned down the hall, his hands cupping her luscious ass, trying to walk with her core rubbing his hard-on with every step. He could feel her heat through his jeans, burning him, enticing him, begging him to fill her. It was torture.
The bedroom door was open, and he carried her through, praying he wouldn’t lose control before he even got her naked.
He gently lowered her to the bed, following her down for a kiss. Flames ignited between them as their tongues danced together.
Jenna could swear that she was melting in his embrace, his body molded to hers, hard planes pressed against softer ones.
His kiss shattered the remainder of her nervousness, giving her a new sense of awareness. And she wanted more.
Her hands slid against Jacob’s sides, then down, to the edge of his tight shirt. She yanked it over his head, reluctant to break their kiss, but dying to have his skin against her own.
She gasped when she saw his bare chest again. Nothing but the most perfect abs could adorn such a man. He looked so much stronger, bigger, and well, masculine in her bed than he did on stage.
And he burned. His eyes were so dark she could feel them against her flesh as his gaze moved over her.
Her hands began to move over him, caressing his chest, brushing his flat nipples, and Jacob sucked in a lungful of air. It did him no good; he could feel himself getting even harder each time her soft fingers slid against the waistband of his jeans. He knew he was close to his limit, that he would have to recite the alphabet or nursery rhymes in his head to keep himself from spilling like a schoolboy.
He unsnapped the tiny hooks holding her top in place, cursing when it took forever to part the material.
Then he saw the bra again.
His breath stopped. It barely covered her full breasts. Made of sheer black lace, it conformed to her curves, teasing him with the view of barely hidden nipples.
He couldn’t resist burying his face between those plump curves. He inhaled slowly, committing her unique smell to memory. She reminded him of autumn. The clean fresh air signaling a change in the atmosphere, of crisp leaves crunching underneath his boots, and his favorite, the ever-changing colors of the earth.
Jenna could feel his breath panting against the valley of her breasts, his short hair brushing the insides of her breasts, hardening her nipples even more. She moaned when she felt his tongue trace the tiny bow, teasing her, making her want more of his mouth.
Jacob followed the lacy edge of the cups, tasting her, nibbling her full flesh gently, feeling her intake of air with every labored breath she took. He lifted his head slightly, his mouth hovering slightly above her taut nipples, his eyes watching her as she struggled for breath.
She was drowning. Waves of burning desire washed over her, carrying her away on a tide of sensual longing so great she wanted to tear him apart. She wanted him naked, filling her, sating the hunger within her, extinguishing the fires that burned her so brightly.
“Hurry,” she moaned when he just kept looking at her, and he smiled.
“Oh no. I plan to take my time with you, sweetheart. There’s no rushing this.” His breath teased her nipple, and he slowly lowered his mouth to the rigid peak.
His tongue slowly swirled around the aching point, then his teeth scraped against it through the lace. He heard her sigh of pleasure as he closed his mouth over her breast, his other hand coming up to tweak the other nipple.
He could taste her through the lace, her skin softer than the silky fabric. He moved to give the other breast the same attention, gently biting the rigid crest, feeling her arc off the bed each time he did it.
She lifted herself up, reaching behind her to unclasp the hooks holding the bra on, dropping back to the bed once it released. Her breasts sprang free, and Jacob wasted no time tasting her flesh.
He pulled the scrap of fabric from her, his breath catching at the sight of her offering. He descended upon her, his mouth covering a peak, making her squirm with each scrape of his teeth, each lap of his rough tongue.
Jenna still wanted more. She couldn’t wait much longer before she combusted. Her hands pulled him up for a kiss, tongues fighting in a heated embrace. She slid one hand down his hard abs, to the clasp of his jeans, trying to release the stubborn button. His hand stopped her, pulling her arms above her head, holding both there while he dominated the kiss, taking her passion, stealing her breath.
“Don’t move your arms,” he mumbled against her mouth, felt her slight nod of agreement. Kissing her again, he overpowered her, making her submit to him, making her take only what he offered, and he knew she liked it, that it made her even hotter. She had wanted dominance, or she wouldn’t have chosen him.
He pulled away from her again, releasing her hands, sliding down her body, once again biting on her nipples, eliciting a breathy moan from her throat. He went lower, kissing the underside of her breasts, feeling her shudder against his face as he continued down.
His teeth scraped against her lower belly, just above her waistband, and a bolt of lightning shot straight to her clit. She was already wet, had been since the club, and she knew whatever he did to her was well worth the torture he was putting her through.
She felt his tongue swirl into the dip of her belly-button and her eyes crossed. His hands were on the top button of her skirt but all she could think was please hurry.
But he didn’t. Each button was loosened with infinite slowness, spiking her need. He continued kissing her belly, using teeth and tongue to tease her while he worked at her skirt.
Finally, the last button came undone, and he almost laughed at the subtle ‘Lucky You’ printed on the inside flap as he thought, I know.
He slid it from her hips, baring one inch at a time to his heated gaze. His cock jumped when he saw the black thong that matched the bra.
Sawdust gathered in his mouth, made swallowing impossible as he gazed upon the center of her being. The sheer, almost-nonexistent fabric hid nothing from him. Her flesh was as smooth as he could imagine, free of curls, and dewy from her desire.
Nothing had ever looked so perfect to him.
Jenna watched him as he lowered his head, her breath stuck in her throat, her legs opening with his gentle persuasion. She felt his breath on her first, caressing against her most feminine parts, creating a flood of moisture within her core.
Then his tongue touched her clit, the nub pulsing as the knot of nerves begged for his touch. She screamed hoarsely as he flicked his tongue back and forth, creating sweet friction as her thong was rubbed against her.
He nudged her legs wider, wanting access to every inch of her delectable flesh, and he felt the first quiver heralding her oncoming orgasm. He pulled up on the waistband of her thong, watching as the material slipped between her moist folds, separating her to his view.
The fabric bunched around her clit, causing even more friction against it as she writhed, feeling her orgasm coming closer and closer.
His tongue swiped against her, a warm, erotic caress from her entrance to above her clit. He sucked her into his mouth, teeth gently nibbling the pulsing bud, as she felt her climax rush over her.
She shattered against him, with his mouth doing the most pleasant things, his tongue caressing each nibble he gave, her mouth opening on a silent scream of pleasure. Her hips lifted from the bed, so powerful was her orgasm, before she collapsed, panting to draw in air to fill her furiously beating chest.
He gave her one last lick, promising more, and climbed up her body, pressing himself to her, letting her feel how hot and hard he was for her.
And Jenna wanted more.
She pulled his head down for another scorching kiss, rolling so she was on top of him.
“My turn, now,” she mumbled against his lips, smiling when she heard his groan of approval. She grabbed his hands, which were currently planted on either cheek of her ass, and pulled them up, above his head, just as he had done hers.
Jacob flicked a tongue out to tease her nipple when her breasts came directly above his head as she directed his hands up. Of course he had no intentions of leaving them there for long, but followed her instructions for the moment.
She gasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiffened tip. Then she remembered her goal, and pulled herself from him, sliding down his body, flicking her wet tongue out to tease his collarbone as she passed.
He let her have her way despite the fact that he knew she was going to kill him with the heat of her desire. Her hot tongue circled his nipples, biting until he groaned, but she continued further down, licking his hard abs, tracing the muscles of his flat stomach.
Her hands deftly stripped him of his pants, pulling them off quickly. His engorged cock sprang free, and he almost smiled when her mouth dropped open in pure admiration. He was even larger than he had been in the club.
“Oh, my, Grams, what a big man you are,” she whispered, a smile on her face. She wrapped one hand around him, amazed that her fingers couldn’t meet.
Jacob almost exploded when she touched him. “The better to please you with, my dear,” he choked out as she started to move her hands up and down his length.
He watched her lick her lips as she slowly lowered her head. Her hot mouth closed over the tip, fulfilling the promise of earlier, and the air was sucked from his lungs. She slid her tongue underneath, to the ridge of nerves, making his fists clench, and he knew in only a few moments he would be done.
Her mouth was doing wonderful things, tracing the thick vein and swirling around the head. With every lick, he could feel ropes of tension being pulled from the top of his head to his cock. She sucked him hard, gently squeezing and rolling his balls in one hand while pumping him at the base with the other.
And her mouth… God! With every push down of her hand, she followed it with her lips, taking him deep, sliding him to her throat before retreating again.
Jenna liked the taste of him. Purely male, masculine and slightly salty. She let her nails gently tease his sack, scratching slightly, until he arced off the bed, then slid her mouth lower to swirl her tongue around the heavy weight.
She almost smiled when his breath rushed out of him on a groan. Her tongue traced the seam, as she thought to herself that she liked a man like this one much better. Shaved and neat, so she could reach everything she wanted to play with. When she had him writhing in agony, she moved to his cock again, sliding down as far as she could take him, and humming.
His hands fell down to her head, tangling in her hair, urging her on, or stopping her, she didn’t know. But she didn’t want to stop, so she went on, allowing her teeth to gently graze him as she slid back up.
And that was it. She felt herself being lifted, as Jacob pulled her from his cock, up his body until she rested on top of his hard body, his rigid dick pressed against her thigh. He pressed her head down, taking her mouth passionately, claiming her.
“Condom,” he muttered against her mouth, “pants pocket.”
She leaned over, trapping him against the junction of her thighs as she felt for the pants on the floor, then held them up so he could dig out protection from his wallet. She took it from him and slid down again, opening the package and claiming the little slick covering inside. She couldn’t resist sliding her hand against his length again, and he bucked up, pressing himself more fully into her hand. Heaven.
“Hurry,” he said, unable to wait any longer, then clenched his teeth against coming as he felt her push the condom onto his straining cock.
When she was back atop him, he rolled, trapping her beneath him. He pressed against the entrance to her core, barely breathing as her heat rolled over his tip, searing him even through the condom.
Jenna squirmed when he didn’t push into her. She began to reach down, about to touch him, but he trapped her hands, pulling them up again and holding them over her head with one of his.
“Now,” she whispered, and he grinned.
“Haven’t you ever heard that the best desserts are even better when savored?” He rocked against her a bit, letting her feel his cock barely pressing against her tight warmth.
“Savor later, main course, now.”
He laughed, and gave her what she wanted, pressing slowly inside, then retreating before more than an inch or two had filled her.
“More” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing her heels into his ass to urge him on.
He pressed in a fraction, then pulled back. “How much more?”
Her mouth opened on a sigh, then closed as she glared at him, unsated desire in her eyes. “All of it,” she moaned, “give me everything.”
He did. He leaned down to kiss her, leaving her breathless, then surged into her, filling her as she silently screamed into his mouth. Then he began to move, slowly teasing them both, until he felt the first stirrings of her oncoming orgasm.
Jenna’s hands clenched in his, her nails biting into the side of his hand, as she felt herself climbing higher to the peak of climax, and she knew he felt it too. Each thrust began to come faster and faster, each rubbing of delicate nerves pushing her further up the crest.
He released her hands in favor of pressing her clit, sending little quakes to her core with every roll of his skilled fingers. Her hands fell to his back, her nails like small daggers against his flushed skin, urging him on.
Her legs tightened around his hips, and he bent his head to capture a rosy nipple, suckling it hard, holding it with his teeth, as he heard her moan. Then she tightened around his cock, and he pumped into her furiously, feeling her muscles clench around him. She shattered, her back bowing off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her.
Every spasm of her slick tunnel sent lightning shooting through him, down to his toes. His control was at its end, and he plunged into her, bumping her womb, urging her to orgasm again along with him.
She tightened even further, her muscles going taut throughout her body, her nails gripping him for dear life, and he lost that last hold he had over himself. Her body gave him everything, and he gave back, pushing one last time into her as he felt himself explode within her grasping warmth.
He collapsed next to her, nuzzling her neck, slowly regaining his breath, trying to string together coherent thoughts.
“That was amazing.” She took the words right out of his mouth.
“Mmm,” Jacob muttered, his hand lazily tracing circles on her breast. He had much more to show her, convinced he could do even better than amazing the next round. Maybe speechless.
Jenna dragged in a deep breath, and turned to look at him.
He really was gorgeous. Especially like this, heavily sated, his eyes drowsy, and his lips full from kissing on her. She couldn’t resist kissing him again, and gasped when she felt him stirring against her.
“Maybe we should take a shower. I may combust if I don’t have a break after that one.”
“Fine by me.” He was a bit astonished that he was ready to go again so soon, but a shower sounded really good to his sweaty body also.
They both climbed out of the bed, Jenna heading for her dresser to gather clothes, Jacob going to the bathroom in her bedroom first to dispose of the condom. He came out a second later, then bent to pick up his duffel bag where he left it.
Jenna ogled his tight behind every step of the way. Men rarely had great butts, but his was absolutely wonderful. Not one of those ‘lower backs where an ass should be’, nor was he suffering a case of no-ass-at-all. Nope, he was a runner, or just really lucky, and had the perfect ass to fill out any pair of pants.
He returned with his bag, and she had an even better view. Oh, yes, no one could ever deny he was a man. That large appendage that had given her so much pleasure earlier was standing for more attention. And she loved the fact that he was shaven. No fuzz covered his heavy sac, only smooth skin waiting for her tongue.
She was brought to her senses when he chuckled, and realized he had been standing in her doorway, letting her look her fill. Granted, she didn’t get to appreciate many naked men, but she was slightly embarrassed he had caught her staring.
Jacob watched as her cheeks flushed pink. “I’m glad you like the view,” he said, laughing as she brightened even more.
She turned from her dresser, holding underwear, -luckily, the two year old Victoria’s Secret goodies still fit- and a black silk nightgown that came to mid-thigh.
They both headed to the shower, Jacob letting Jenna adjust the water how she liked it, and climbed in, thankful that it was a comfortable size to fit two people. She adjusted the stream of water to hit them both, and then turned the hot knob until the water was steaming around them. Just the way he liked it.
She turned towards him, giving him a great view of her breasts as she reached up for the body wash and a pink poofy loofah. He watched her lather it, then turn a purely evil smile on him.
“Turn around so I can wash your back.”
