Shut Out (13 page)

Then I'm there, devouring those breasts, licking, nuzzling, sucking with greedy pulls. Electric need burns over my skin. My dick is on fire.

“You taste amazing,” I pant. “And you feel amazing. Your tits are fucking perfection.”

She huffs out a little laugh, but she's aroused too, her eyes drowsy, her lips parted and wet.

I slip one hand down between her thighs and cup her there, through her jeans. Damp heat meets my palm and I give a firm press to her mound, which makes her moan again. I love making her feel good.

She moves her arms and lies down flat, but still with her back arched, so I know her tits want more attention and I'm happy to oblige. I could live forever like this, I think, with my face buried between her breasts and my hand buried between her thighs. I rub her a little as I tug her nipples with my lips and her noises become more urgent.

“You're so fucking hot.” I nip at her again. “I need to bury my cock in this hot, wet pussy.”

She moans again.

I flick open the button of her jeans and then work the zipper down, which isn't easy with one hand, but her jeans are very low-rise and the zipper is short and it's easy to push them lower on her hips so I can get my hand inside. She feels so small and delicate, so warm and wet, pulsing against my palm. More heat washes down through my body.

“God
damn.
” I slide my other hand around behind her neck and hold her there as I feast on her mouth again, long openmouthed kisses. “So wet for me, baby. You need to be fucked.”

“Yes.” She whimpers again. “Yes, I do.”

I move beside her, laying hot kisses between her breasts, down her belly, and then above her panties. I ease her jeans down over her legs along with her bright striped socks, and when her legs are bare, I cup one foot and kiss the top of it, then kiss her calf. I look up at her face as I do so and her eyes are fastened on mine, hot and glowing. I hold her gaze as I kiss my way up to the inside of her knee.

Then I move up beside her again to kiss her mouth while my hand slips inside her panties, a tiny little hot pink thong held together with two strings. I kiss her over and over as I finger her pussy, so hot and slick, and she's whimpering and gasping into my mouth. I lower my head to her sweet nipples again to tug on them with lips and teeth until she's writhing, her hips lifting against my hand, her plump folds dripping.

I want to taste more of her.

I deliberately pull my hand out from her panties and lift it to my mouth, watching her face as she watches me suck her girl juices off my own fingers.

“Oh my God,” she breathes.

“Mmm. You taste so sweet, baby. I want to put my mouth on that hot pussy. Okay?”

Her nod is barely there—but it's there.

I shift to kneel above her. I kiss her again, her mouth, her cheek, her neck…her nipple, her belly. I lick from her navel down to the edge of her panties. Then I look up at her and reach for her hands and pull her so she's sitting. I curve my hands around the back of her neck, my thumbs caressing her jaw as I look into her eyes, nose to nose. Our lips touch. Our eyes close as I kiss her again, then she lies back down. I bend her legs and lift them straight up, and, holy Christ, her pussy is so pretty. Plump and pink and smooth.

With her knees at her chest, she holds on to one calf and I lean down to taste.

Fucking heaven.

I lick and nibble, slip a finger inside her tight passage, close my lips over her clit. She shudders and groans, and I smile. I lap up her taste, delicate and tangy and feminine. Then I move my head to kiss the inside of her thigh while I rub my fingertips over her clit.

Her soft, breathy sounds quicken. I glance up at her face. A flush climbs from her chest up her throat and into her face, and her lips part. “Jacob. Oh my God. Please.”

“Yeah. You want to come, beautiful girl?”

“Oh yeah…”

I move my mouth back to her clit and tease it with my tongue. Beautiful.

She cups her own breasts, then lifts her hands over her head, eyes closed, as I lick her to an amazing orgasm, her body quivering, her clit swelling against my tongue.

Damn, I need to get my clothes off and get inside her. I drag the condom out of my jeans pocket where I'd stuck it earlier—so hopeful—and then roll off the bed to strip. Skylar turns her head and watches me through hazy eyes, her lips quirked in a half smile.

I move over her when I'm naked. “Don't want this to be awkward, baby…but you're consenting…right?”

She smiles, and it's so luminous and beautiful it steals my breath. “Yes. I'm saying yes. In fact, I'm begging you. Please, Jacob…fuck me.”

My body is burning and trembling. The ache between my legs is unrelenting. I watch Jacob take his clothes off. He's so amazing. His body is muscled and hard and perfect, his chest smooth, his abdomen ridged. As his jeans loosen and lower on his lean hips, the V muscles that make me drool are revealed.

I've seen him before, but it still mesmerizes me. He drops his jeans and peels off socks, standing in a pair of Batman boxer shorts. I want to tease him about those, but I'm burning up.

Then the boxers are off too, and his thick erection is in his hand as he climbs back onto the bed. He parts my thighs and kneels there and that's when he asks me.

My chest swells with gratitude that he's taking the time to say that, even though I just want him to do it. Now.

“Please, Jacob…fuck me.”

I can't believe I'm asking for this, but I want it so bad. I want
him
so bad.

He nods and reaches for the condom package he tossed onto the bed a moment ago. I watch him roll it on, excitement making my breathing shallow. I want to touch him there. I want to touch him everywhere. I want him to kiss me again and fill me up.

He's big and strong, shoulders wide, hips narrow as he kneels between my thighs. He smoothes his hands down the insides of my legs, studying me with a look of awe on his face that undoes me. I reach for him, gripping his big thighs as he fists his cock and runs the head up and down through my folds. A little whimper escapes me. I'm still so sensitive there from the stupendous orgasm he just gave me.

“You ready, baby?” He lifts his gaze to my face and I try to smile and nod.

He pushes inside me and, oh God, he's big. I feel a sharp pinch but then it eases as he pulls out again. When he pushes back in, it's better. “Gonna go slow,” he promises me, watching where we're joined. “You're tight, baby. So fucking tight.” He groans like he's in pain. “But hot and wet.”

I tilt my hips to take him deeper. “Yes. That's it. Feels so good, Jacob.”

He nods. “Yeah.”

He's all the way in now and he goes still, pressed against me, filling me with exquisite pressure. He props himself above me on straight arms and stares into my eyes. “Just…need…a minute.” Perspiration dots his forehead and upper lip, and his high cheekbones are flushed. I love that he's so aroused…for me. I caress his strong thighs, studying his body, every muscle defined, even his jaw. So beautiful.

“Do it,” I urge him, tilting my pelvis even more. “Please.”

“Aw yeah.” He holds my legs and starts to move, sliding in and out of me. Every stroke leaves a glow of light and heat that spreads through my body. Sensations wind up inside me, tighter and tighter. I want to watch him but my eyes are so heavy and I need to come again so badly…

I slip my hand down to find my clit. Jacob groans and I rub in small circles…My God, with him inside me touching nerve endings so deep and sensitive, it's almost more than I can bear. Hot sweetness throbs through me, building up and up.

Jacob asks, “Are you coming again, baby?” But before he even gets the words out, my body is contracting hard, flames licking over me, bright and blazing and beautiful. I can't stop the cries that spill from my lips as the ecstasy goes on and on.

“Holy hell, I can feel you coming on my dick. That's hot…oh Christ.”

As my arm falls limply to my side, he stretches out over me and buries his face in the side of my neck. I grab his big biceps and hold on, then his shoulders, one hand going to his head, the other to his muscular ass. He rocks against me, fucking me hard, his breathing harsh in my ear. Then he comes, and our heads turn so our mouths meet and cling together, kissing and kissing as he pulses inside me over and over.

His weight is warm and wonderful on me. My heart is pattering in a crazy rhythm. I hold on to him. I never want to let go.

Wow.

Tears sting the corners of my eyes. It was so beautiful and amazing and better than I ever would have imagined, except a while back I couldn't even imagine having sex again, and gratitude and relief mingle with overwhelming sexual satisfaction. My arms tighten even more on him as I try to stop the tears from falling because, hell, I don't want him to think I'm sad. Because I'm not.

Eventually he rolls to his side, bringing me with him, still joined. He strokes hair off my face and my damp eyes flutter open. “Skylar.” He touches his lips to mine. “That was amazing.”

“I thought so too.” I try to sound casual but we both chuckle.

He pets my shoulder, my arm, my hip, studying my face, which is almost unbearably intimate. This is crazy.

He makes a quick trip to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, riskily naked. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the idea and I guess he's used to walking around naked in front of other people. I picture the dressing room at one of his games, all those hot, muscled guys naked, strolling around, showering together…My pussy gives a happy little quiver and I feel my cheeks heat.

“Why are you all red?” Jacob slides back into bed with me. “Is that your post-orgasm flush?”

“Um, sure.”

I'm not sure how he'd take my little fantasy if I shared it with him. Maybe I'll save that for later…maybe.

He snuggles me in against him, which is more wonderful, pulling the covers up over us.

“That went kinda fast,” he murmurs in my ear. “Damn, baby, you get me so wound up.”

“Me too.” I give a little wriggle against him, still feeling that buzz of arousal, and he groans. “Maybe we can do it again.”

He laughs softly. “Damn right we will. I just need a few minutes.”

I love how he keeps running his hand through my hair. The tug on my scalp makes sensation slide down my spine. “Mmm.” I'm a little drowsy too.

I wake up plastered against Jacob's hot body. I think we both drifted off to sleep but now he gently rolls me to my back, his mouth on my cheek, my jaw, my throat. The lamp is still on and I surface from deep languor to revel in the sensation of Jacob's mouth and hands on me, the scent of his skin, the soft pleasure noises he makes as he tastes me.

This time it goes slow and sweet. He pulls me on top of him so I'm straddling him and he's holding my hands, eyes fastened on mine as I slowly rise and fall on his powerful cock. I can control how fast and how deep he goes, which is good because I'm tender. Even so, it feels so amazing that gradually I push down harder against him.

He releases my hands and reaches for my boobs, squeezing them, then tweaking the nipples. That shoots streamers of sensation right to where we're joined, and my breasts push into his palms.

“I love your breasts,” he whispers. “So perfect. And sensitive.”

I nod dreamily, my body a hot glow of pleasure.

He pulls me down to kiss me. Our mouths open to each other and his tongue slides in, hot and sleek against mine. He sucks my tongue gently, then pulls my bottom lip between his. The kisses are long and lush as he moves inside me. His body is so strong.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as his hips power up against me. Then his hands slide down to my butt and hold me there, helping lift me as he fucks me. I bury my face in the side of his neck, gasping and groaning as he hits those sensitive places inside me. If I move a little, I can get the pressure I need, on my clit…right there. “Don't stop. Oh yeah, right there…”

“Damn, that's hot.”

I have a vague thought that I'm being completely selfish by focusing on my own pleasure, concentrating on the feelings twisting up inside me, feeling my body tighten on Jacob's cock.

“I love that,” he gasps.

Okay, maybe not entirely selfish—he likes it too. And why shouldn't I make sure I come? Actually, I don't know if I can stop it. I reach for it…higher…oh God, so high…and I lose my mind as my orgasm explodes in a nearly painful burst. I hear faint cries that are mine, distant and high-pitched.

Then Jacob flips me onto my back, so easily, still inside me, pounding into me in delicious hard strokes that draw out the pleasure, heat radiating from my center in waves.

“You're amazing, Sky,” he pants, long moments later. “Fucking amazing.”

“I think we already agreed this is amazing.”

He rolls me on top again and gives my butt a little swat that makes me smile.

It's true, though. I haven't been with tons of guys, but this is kind of like pyrotechnics and shock waves and crazy chemical combustion compared to the others. “Red hot. Increasing the temperature of a body allows it to emit more energy overall.”

After a short silence, he chokes out a laugh. “Very good. I'm impressed.” He squeezes me.

This time when he withdraws from me I wince, and his forehead furrows. He brushes my hair back. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah. I might not be able to walk tomorrow, but I'm okay.”

“Damn.” He bites his lips but pride gleams in his eyes and I laugh and shove at his shoulder.

“Ass.”

He grins and smooches me. Then his smile fades. “Do we, uh, need to talk about this? In light of our, uh, arrangement?”

All I want to do is go to sleep. “I guess we should.” I'm not sure what he's going to say and I'm not sure myself. “This fake boyfriend/girlfriend thing clearly didn't require this level of commitment.”

His lips quirk. “Probably not. But hey, it'll make things more realistic, right?”

Somewhere in the back of my brain is the thought that adding sex to this “relationship” probably isn't a good idea. I've heard of friends with benefits arrangements, and somehow it always seems that someone ends up hurt.

But I'm so damn overjoyed and relieved that the sex was so fantastic. I was totally into it—in fact, begging for it…and I had three freakin' orgasms! How can I put a stop to that? Plus, Jacob is a cocky ass sometimes, but over the last few weeks he's kind of grown on me. We have fun together, even apart from the smoking hot sex, and this seems to work for both of us. If he was into partying all the time, it might be a problem, but he's really working hard on school, so our “study dates” benefit both of us. And I was also being honest when I said I'm starting to like hockey. Jacob's skill on the ice continues to impress me and I've already admitted watching him makes me hot.

“Right.” I meet his eyes. “But…”

“What?”

“Don't take this the wrong way, but people think we're really together. If you cheat on me and humiliate me, I will hurt you.”

His eyebrows fly up and his mouth drops open. “I wouldn't do that.”

“You might meet someone you want to have a real relationship with.”

He frowns.

“I'm just saying, if you do, tell me.”

His frown darkens and he lifts his chin. “Well, same for you.”

I want to roll my eyes, because I can't see that happening, but I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay. We're on the same page here.”

“Yep.” I have to stop myself from asking when we can boink again, because, wow.

Jacob again leaves the bed to get rid of the condom. This time when he comes back he says regretfully, “I guess I better go.”

I sigh and roll to face him, my eyes heavy. “I guess. I have to work in the morning.” I start to push the covers back, but he stops me.

“Stay in bed. You look like you're half asleep.”

“I think I am.” I lie back on the pillow and smile at him. “I was going to see you to the door.”

“I can find my way. So. I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Night, Jacob.”

He kisses my forehead, another of his surprisingly sweet moves. “Night, Sky.”