Shut Out (10 page)

“Chemistry,” I gasp. “If Organic Chem was this fun, I'd be a scientist for sure.”

Jacob leans his forehead on mine, both of us panting. My body is hot and pulsing everywhere, but especially between my legs, where I'm aching with ferocious need.

“Hell yeah, we've got chemistry. But I don't think it's something you can put together in a lab.” He brushes his mouth over mine again. “There's no formula for this. This is fucking magic.”

My heart trips at that. I inhale a long, shaky breath and swallow.

I set a hand flat on his chest to hold him away from me, much as I want him to keep kissing me, to move his big body right over top of me and press me down into the couch cushions. The weight and heat of his body delight me and I crave more of it. And yet…“We need to slow down.”

He closes his eyes and looks pained. “Okay.”

Tension vibrates in him, his hot skin damp beneath his clothes, the enormous bulge behind his fly pressing into me. I know how hard this is for him, and it's hard for me too. This feeling…It's what makes people lose their minds and do stupid things. I don't want to be stupid. But damn, it's impossible to resist.

The weird thing is, I want to have sex. I want it so bad. This is the first time since…I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out the memory. I never thought I'd want to have sex again, but Jacob has made me want it, so much I'm desperate and shaky and aching for it.

This is a good thing.

I go still, as that thought enters my head and circles around. This is a very good thing. It's good to feel like this again, to want this so much. So why am I hesitating?

“I'm sorry,” I pant. “I'm just…this is…oh God.” I'm terrified of how much I'm feeling when I haven't felt anything like this for nearly a year.

“It's okay.” He strokes my hair off my face in a tender gesture that makes me want to jump him. “It's okay, Skylar. You know what? I want to make you feel good, but there are lots of ways we can do that.”

My skin burns, heat sliding up into my face. I'm intrigued. “Oh yeah?”

“
Oh
yeah.” He lifts one eyebrow. Screaming Jesus, he's sexy.

“What did you have in mind?”

His tongue drags across his bottom lip and his eyes are dark and heavy-lidded. “I have a confession.”

I blink. “What?”

“The night after I met you at that party and we made out…I went home and jacked off.”

My chest tightens and my belly warms. I smile at him and caress the nape of his neck with my fingertips. “Well, then, I'll confess too…I did the same.”

“Shit.” He gazes at me. Then he gives his head a small shake. “Whoa. Just imagining that almost made me come in my jeans.” The corners of his mouth deepen in that sexy smile of his. “Actually, I've done it more than just that night, thinking about you.” He touches my hair again. “I can get you off. With my fingers. Or with my mouth.”

“Oh.”

“Or we can watch each other do it.”

My head feels suddenly very light and spinny. “That is so hot.”

“I know. Christ.” A groan rumbles up from his throat. “I have a condom. But if you want to take things slow, we can do something else.” His face sobers. “You're in charge here, Skylar.”

My heart turns over in my chest. I can't breathe and my gaze is locked on him. My bottom lip trembles and I have to close my eyes. My breath comes in shallow bursts as I try to deal with the emotions swamping me.

“Hey. You okay?”

I nod and swallow through a tight throat. “Yes.” Then I open my eyes and meet his once more. He has no idea how important what he just said is to me. “I am.”

“Okay, then. Gonna get you out of your clothes. I'm gonna touch you everywhere and get you really hot.”

“I'm already hot.”

His lips quirk again. “Hotter. Because that'll make it even better. Then you're going to touch yourself and I'm going to watch.”

“Will you…” I have to swallow again. “Will you touch yourself too?”

“If you want.” He holds my gaze steadily. “I'm dying and I need to come so bad. But I can wait.”

“God, now.” I let out a groan. I want him to feel good too. “Please. You do it too. We can…” Air sticks in my throat. “We can watch each other.”

He sucks briefly on his bottom lip and casts a look at the front door. “Here?”

It's risky, but I'm pretty sure my housemates won't be home for a long while. “Yes.”

He leans down and presses a hard kiss to my mouth. Heat is racing through my veins and pooling low in my belly. With tender care, he sits me up and pulls my top over my head. He leaves my bra on while he peels my skinny jeans off me, which is a bit of a struggle because they're tight. The blaze in his eyes as he studies me makes my face heat even more, but his words reassure me.

“Damn, you're beautiful.” He runs a finger from the bow on my bra between my breasts down my abdomen to the bow at the top of my panties. “Sweet and sexy.” He bends his head and kisses my chest between my breasts, pausing to inhale as if he's breathing me in.

My body goes liquid and every nerve ending jumps.

He slips his hands beneath me to find the clasp of my bra. Then it's gone too and he makes a choked noise that sounds like awe. Pleasure pours through me and my nipples tighten.

“So beautiful.” With almost worshipful touches, he cups my aching breasts in his hands. This makes me melt even more, sweetness drizzling down through me. My breasts swell against his palms and he gently squeezes them, then once more lowers his head to nuzzle, kiss, and then, dear sweet Jesus, he takes a nipple into his mouth and tugs.

Sensation shoots to my core, my hips lift off the couch, and I give a soft cry. My head goes back and my eyes close as he sucks and licks and pets me there, but I want to see him and when I drag my eyes open and lift my head to watch, heat flames around me. He's so beautiful, his eyes closed, his long lashes resting on those high, sculpted cheekbones, his mouth closed around my nipple. His tongue licks over my sensitive flesh and he lays a string of small kisses across to my other nipple, where he closes his lips around it and sucks again.

I was hot for him before, but now I'm burning up, the ache behind my clit sharpening into exquisite need. I try to grind up against him and he lifts his head and gives me a wicked smile.

“You wanna come now, gorgeous?”

“Oh God, yes!”

He presses a kiss right between my breasts. “Knew I could make you even hotter.”

“You cocky ass.”

His smile is sin and sex, and then he licks his way down my abdomen until he's kneeling between my spread thighs. He hooks his fingers into my panties and slides them down my legs.

I'm burning up, sensation sizzling across my flesh as he regards me in this intimate position. I keep my thighs pressed primly together but still he studies the triangle of light brown hair where they join. Then he rises up onto his knees, reaches for the hem of his sweater, and lifts it up and over his head.

He's wearing two layers and they're both gone, tossed to the floor. My mouth falls open and I drink in the sight of his naked chest.

“Sweet Jesus on a Ferris wheel,” I whisper, which makes him choke on a laugh.

“What?”

I shake my head, staring at his body. This shouldn't be a surprise to me—I can see how fit he is even with his clothes on, and he's a high-level athlete, but having this ripped, naked body right there in front of me stuns me.

I reach out to touch, exploring with my eyes and my fingertips and palms—the ridges of muscle, the hot satiny skin, the small nipples. “Wow.”

His eyes darken and his sexy smile returns. “That sounds positive.”

“Oh yeah.”

He has to move off me to get rid of his jeans. He stands and takes his time with the button fly and then lowers them, almost like he's doing a striptease and deliberately tormenting me. It takes a lot of confidence to do that and he clearly has that in spades. When he's standing naked, I have to force myself to look at his cock.

My throat squeezes yet again. My skin burns everywhere, but even though I'm embarrassed and self-conscious and nervous, I want to see him. He's so beautiful.

He grasps himself in one hand and gives a stroke. Wow. He's not only big—um, almost scarily big—his cock is gorgeous too, with a beautifully shaped head and a prominent ridge down the underside. His balls are big and full, the hair surrounding his package thick and dark and masculine.

Now I want to touch him and taste him and I'm kind of regretting his decision that we'll just watch each other. I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip.

He notices that and he grins. “Baby. You like what you see?”

“Again, you're a cocky ass.” I smile. “But yes. I do.”

He—apparently clearer-minded than I am, or maybe he's more experienced at this—grabs a couple tissues from a nearby box and settles into the arm at the other end of the couch.

I don't know if I can stand it. It's so erotic watching him—naked, one foot planted into the couch, the other on the floor, thighs widespread. I think my heart is stopping. His thighs are massive…and hairy…and between them…I can't even breathe. I have never done anything like this.

My gaze tracks up from his junk, over those ripped abs and pecs, to his thickly muscled shoulders and then his face. His smile is slight but hot as he studies me too. “Open your legs, beautiful.”

Another tight swallow. My tongue comes out again to wet my lips and I slowly part my thighs. My hand slips between them helplessly. I need to touch myself so bad.

Jacob's hand is stroking up and down over his shaft in slow, firm movements. Heat coils tight and low inside me. First I press my hand over my pussy, pulsing against my palm. Then I let my fingers slip deeper and they find wet. So much wet.

This is super hot, but God, I want to touch him. My fingers tingle with the need to feel the soft skin of his inner thighs, to weigh the fullness of his balls and measure the girth of his cock.

“That's it.” He gives himself another pull but watches me with hooded eyes. “Touch yourself. Are you wet, baby?”

“So wet.” I dip deeper with my middle finger, then circle it over my clit. “You made me so wet.”

“Good. Because you made me this hard.”

I bite my lip, watching him, mesmerized. I'm so close, this is going to be over like a firecracker. I don't want it to be over that fast, so I stop.

Jacob reaches down with his other hand to cup his balls.

I moan. “That's so hot.”

“Fuck yeah. Look at that pretty pussy, all pink and wet.”

Oh my God, I'm dying here.

“Next time I'm going to taste you,” he promises, his voice low and gruff. “I'm going to lick you until you come.”

I make another strangled-sounding noise and resume my self-pleasuring.

“And then I want to fuck that sweet, hot little pussy.”

I whimper.

“Do you want my cock inside you, gorgeous girl?”

I can't even speak. He's both embarrassing me and turning me on. I've never been with a guy like him, who's talking through this and making this whole make-out/masturbation session so scorching hot I'm not sure I'll survive it.

“Tell me,” he goes on. “Do you want me inside you?”

My cried-out “Yes” is strangled by my orgasm as the tension coiling inside me spirals up so fast and hard, sensation explodes inside me and shimmers out to my fingertips and toes.

“Oh yeah, that's beautiful.” He grunts and the couch is moving as his hand jerks faster on his shaft. I'm limp and languid but I want to see him come too, so I roll my head and force open my eyes. His head is back, his jaw tight as he jacks himself. His hand moves fast, up and over the head, then down again, and then he lets out a long groan. His hand slows and semen lands on his ridged belly in one long pulse after another. With a last slow movement, he squeezes his cock and then releases it. It's still big and beautiful.

Jacob opens his eyes and meets mine. Sparks arc between us. My eyes are glued to his magnificence.

“I can't believe we did that,” I whisper.

His lips lift into a lazy smile. “I believe it.” He glances ruefully at the mess on his stomach and grabs the tissues to clean himself up. He stands and looks around for somewhere to deposit them.

I wave a hand. “Bathroom's over there.”

He walks naked across the room and disappears briefly, completely unself-conscious. While he's gone, I reach for my panties and pull them on, and I have my bra in my hands when he returns. He bends to scoop up his jeans, muscles in his thighs flexing, steps into boxers and then the jeans, then sits beside me on the couch, bare-chested. “You are so sexy.”

I feel a blush heat my cheeks and he grins and touches his fingers to my face.

“And sweet,” he adds. “You're blushing.”

He helps me put my bra on. I sit forward and he sweeps my hair forward over my shoulder so he can fasten it. Then he brushes a kiss over my bare shoulder.

My heart is doing weird things, skipping beats and fluttering.

With impressive strength he lifts me onto his lap. I set one hand on his shoulder as he continues to play with my hair, which I love. “I guess I should go so we can both get some sleep,” he says with a lack of enthusiasm that pleases me and strangely reassures me. “You have to get up early.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“I really need to get some reading done.” I assume he's going to another party.

“Me too. Spending every evening in your training kicked my homework ass. So…we can do that together.”

“Really?”

His hand slides down through my hair, making my skin tingle everywhere. “Yeah, why not?”