Letting Go (3 page)

Jake flew off the couch as Sarah turned toward the door. He’d be damned if he would let her slip away after everything she had just told him. He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

“What do you mean by like?” he asked. He could feel the heat bloom on his face.

“Uh, well, I just…You are a great guy. You’ve worked hard to make this place successful. Not only that, but you are so great with everyone who comes in.” Sarah took a breath and closed her eyes. “You’re just so different from everyone.” When she opened he eyes, Jake could see the fire.

“Lot of people who aren’t too happy with my brand of different.” Jake laughed bitterly. “Actually, most are just afraid of me.”

Sarah placed her hand on his bicep and moved closer. His muscles twitched at the contact.

“You aren’t exactly easy to get to know.” She slid her hand across his chest to rest over his heart. “If you opened up, people would see what I see.”

Sarah’s hand trembled. He could be so complicated and standoffish, but there was so much good in him. She just wished everyone got to see that side.

When he looked up she saw for the first time a vulnerability that had never been there. This was a wounded man in more than one way.

Her heart slammed in her chest as she slowly snaked her hand up his chest and around his neck. She pushed herself up on tiptoe and leaned in. When her lips met his she savored the gentleness.

At first she was afraid he might push her away. The kiss lacked much of a response on his, end and when he put his hands on her shoulders, she readied herself for the letdown.

His fingers tightened. Suddenly she found herself crushed again the solid wall of his chest. His hungry kisses devoured her. When their tongues met, she groaned. He tasted like mint and alcohol, which only heighten her sense.

A gasp slipped out when she found herself being pressed against the door. She hadn’t even known they had been moving.

Roaming hands skimmed the sides of her breasts as they worked their way down. The overload caused her to break the kiss and lean hear head back against the door. Jake moved to worshiping her neck, nipping and placing open-mouthed kisses along the way.

Sarah pressed closer when Jake’s hands found their way to her ass. His hard length pressed against her stomach as his thigh slid between her legs and pressed against her aching mound. Testing the waters, she moved herself up and down on her tip toes against him. A low groan rumbled near her ear. The sound was exhilarating and made her want to cause it again.

She hiked her leg up but huffed in frustration. His height was just too much for her for her to complete the contact the way she would like. What she really wanted was to look at him the next time he groaned like that.

Unwinding her hands from his neck, she slipped them down his chest. It felt smooth and different than she had ever expected. The muscles under her palm twitched as she worked her way down. When she reached his nipples, she playfully tweaked them. He hissed. She noticed he had stopped his ministrations on her neck and watched her with a burning desire. This time, when she rose on her toes, she watched his face as it contorted into an almost pained look.

He leaned in for a burning kiss. She once again threw her arms around his neck. When his hands found the back of her thighs, they trembled with need. Jake broke the kiss.

“Wrap your legs around me.” His commanding nature and gentle touches were nearly her undoing.

Jake grabbed the backs of both thighs and lifted her up. Strong legs wrapped around his middle, her warm heat snug against his throbbing cock. Too long like this, and he would likely lose his himself.

Sweet little Sarah was now the one taking charge. She raked her teeth along his neck as her lower half squeezed in even tighter. They rocked into each other. His hands worked their way under her flimsy dress and gripped her bare ass. He groaned again as she hit her sweet spot and shuddered against him.

Pushing her hard against the door, he slid his hand out and her dress up so he could see where they met. The blue scrap of fabric barely covered anything. He moved her panties out of the way and touched the sensitive bud. Sara arched against the door. Her pert breasts shoved near his face. He leaned down and covered the clad pointed nipple with his mouth. A groan slipped out, sending a jolt to his already throbbing cock and nearly sent him over the edge.

He glided her down his body until her feet hit the floor. She turned to him, confusion and hurt written clearly.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Jake stepped back so he could open the door. He could see her hesitating. “Unless you want to call it a night.” He hitched an eyebrow up in challenge.

“No,” she said. “I want to be with you.”

Sarah put her hand into his.

The simple gesture speared him right to the heart and he nearly threw himself at her once again. Her gentle tugging forced him move.

The upstairs apartment was modest but clean. This shouldn’t have surprised Sarah since Jake was never one for a mess downstairs, but in her mind all men were slobs. At least, all the men she had known.

Although he had said she should make herself at home, she wasn’t exactly sure how to do that. When he went to take a shower, she thought her heart would finally go back to normal. Instead she roamed the apartment a nervous wreck. She threw her purse on the grey over stuffed L-shaped couch and turned to look at the elaborate TV system. Sarah smirked. Apparently somebody liked his TV. She roamed the living room aimlessly, picking up pictures on nearly every surface. Anticipating his return was almost as intense as being with him.

It wasn’t until she spotted a picture of Jake and Luc, over the mantel of the fireplace, that she could focus on something else. There were several men in the photo. All were smiling despite the camo attire, a parched and arid mountainous landscape behind them.

Sarah nearly dropped the photo when Jake spoke from behind her.

“Some really great men from my unit.”

She spun around with the photo still in hand. Her breath caught.

Once again he was naked from the waist up. Little droplets of water dripped from his hair. Unlike his usual black slacks or black jeans, Jake wore a more relaxed fit that hung low on his hips.

Sarah licked her lips as she thought about tracing the line of hair that led into those pants.

Her eyes sprung back to his and were captivated by the hunger she saw.

“Last chance,” he said. Jake moved forward in a predatory way. “I get ahold of you, I’m gonna strip you down and lick every piece of flesh I come across.”

Sarah shuddered at the image. Looking him in the eye, she took a bold step forward.

Jake rushed forward and swept her into his arms. Several quick strides and they were in the bedroom. He dropped her on the four post bed. She squealed. When he didn’t join her, she looked up only to catch him staring at her.

“What’s wrong?” She went to cross her arms over her middle only to have them pushed back again.

Gently, Jake took the photo she was still holding and placed the frame on the bedside table. He knelt beside her on the bed and started to gingerly undo the buttons to the flimsy dress. Slowly the fabric fell away, revealing the naked flesh beneath.

Jake lay next to her and reveled in the satin-like feel of her skin. Her bra was made of the same sheer blue fabric as her panties. The hard pebbles beneath marked her ample breasts. He could see how affected she was by the quick rise and fall of those beautiful breasts.

After flicking the latch on the front of the bra, her breasts sprang forward. Jake ran his hand slowly down the valley. Just barely touching the fleshy sides. Then he slowly traced around the areola, causing the surface to pucker further.

Sarah could feel the moisture leaking out and soaking her panties.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” She could feel his hot breath brush across her breasts and looked over at him.

“Touch me.”

He pounced. Sucking and tugging at her tender flesh. She lifted her hips off the bed. He clamped down on her nipple and began flicking his tongue back and forth. Her fingers threaded through his still damp hair as she tugged him closer to her. When he leaned over to give the same treatment to the other breast, his fingers probed her slick heat.

Jake pushed the damp panties to the side and slid his finger along her delicate lips. The smooth bare skin nearly did him in as he explored her. He ran his finger back and forth along the seam of her slick folds. He pulled back from her breasts to watch as he stroked her pussy.

He worked up and down but never slipping into the wanting depth. Each time his finger met with more sweet honey. Sarah grabbed his arm, digging her nails in as she pumped her hips up and down. Her other hand pinched and rolled her nipple. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

She groaned in frustration and tried to slam her hips onto his hand in such a way that he would finally be forced inside. Each time he anticipated this and moved slightly. The pressure below was maddening, and if something didn’t happen soon she was going to scream.

Just as quickly as she thought it, he was gone. Her foggy state clouded what she was hearing until she heard his pants hit the floor. She leaned up on her elbows so she could admire him and all his glory. He had turned his back and was digging through the drawer next to the bed. She noticed a few more vibrant tattoos scattered on his back that she was dying to trace with her tongue. Then she came to the most perfect ass she had ever seen. The dimpled lines of perfection were just begging for two hands to be planted on them as he pounded into her.

A flush crept through Sarah, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. When he turned she nearly swallowed her tongue. She couldn’t figure out how he fit that into his pants, let alone wonder how that was going to fit into her. It wasn’t the length but the width that made her heart race. The man was seriously beefy all over.

The drawer being slammed shut brought her out of the daze.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

“What?” Sarah sat up and reached out to him. He slid on top of her and rested his forehead against hers.

A big sigh swept across her face.

“It has been a long time.”

“That’s okay,” Sarah said. She reached up to rub her palm against his cheek.

“No,” he said. Jake turned to kiss her palm. “What I mean is that I wasn’t prepared for this.” Jake chuckled. “But then who could be? You took things by storm today.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes.

“Not that I’m complaining.” His hand once again made its way down the front of her body. When it reached her moist heat, he didn’t stop this time and sunk his finger inside.

Sarah moaned and bucked up on the bed. She could feel the explosion of her orgasm just seconds away. He slowly worked his finger in and out of her, gently rubbing the nub.

“But that’s okay. There are still other things we can do.” She barely heard him as he slipped down her body. Her eyes flew open when he withdrew his finger and tugged down her panties.

His words were starting to register in her mind.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to—”

All thought was cut off when he thrust his tongue in her. Sarah’s body arched up as her orgasm crashed into her. As her muscles began to slow the flutter, she realized he was still lapping away. The crude noises he was making only heated her further. She had never had someone lick her. It wasn’t outside her imagination, but the actual experience was far more pleasurable than she could have ever guessed.

Jake gave a few more swipes and then moved up her body again. He was desperate to sink into her but knew it wasn’t wise to risk her getting pregnant. Hell, he didn’t even know if she wanted to see him on a more permanent basis, let alone have a kid with him. A sigh of frustration slipped out as he made his way up the bed.

Sarah lay contentedly on his pillows when he flopped down next to her.

“That was amazing,” she said. “I never—” she paused.

Jake rolled over to look at her.

“Never?” His brow furrowed with frustration for her.

“Nope. No one cared enough to.” She closed her eyes. “If I’m being honest, I’ve never even had an orgasm I didn’t create myself.” Jake could see the embarrassment color her face.

“Oh, baby, don’t say that.” Jake groaned and could feel himself getting even harder.

Sarah shifted to her side and looked at Jake. A small smile crept on her face.

“Which part? That I haven’t had an orgasm with a man or that I like to touch myself?”

Jake broke out in a sweat when he felt her small hand grasp him. Sure and steady strokes caused him to bite hard on his lip.

“Do you like thinking about me touching myself?” she whispered in his ear. He groaned again when she licked and bit his earlobe.

“Oh, Sarah. You don’t fight fair.”

“You’re right,” she said. The hand on his cock stilled as she slipped down his body. Jake tried to catch her as she moved away but she playfully batted his hands. It wasn’t until he felt her hot tongue trace the length of him that he knew he was in trouble.

Sarah licked Jake as she tried to figure out how she would fit him into her mouth. When she swirled her tongue along the base, he shifted and tried again to make her stop. She knew he had some strange notion that as long as she was satisfied, he would be.

Open-mouthed, she slid up the length of him making sure he was nice and wet. When she reached the head, she swiped across the slit where salty droplets had formed. Planted between his legs, she looked up at him and pushed the head into her mouth.

Jake watched as her mouth filled with his cock and nearly came undone. Being in her mouth was both heaven and hell, and if he had to do it much longer he would lose his mind.

Sarah slid her mouth down as much as she could. Her jaw ached from his size. Her other hand worked the base as she slid up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. She could see beads of sweat slide down his neck and pulled off him with a loud pop.

Panting, she could see he tried to hold on and keep from finding release. Sarah slid up his body. She felt him go ridged. When her bare heat met the length of him, his wild eyes shot to hers.