“I’m going to kiss you.” A delicious promise hugged those words, and at the same time, a quiet request underscored them.
I’d still been leaning on my elbows, so when he tugged gently, I leaned toward him. Anticipation tightening my stomach and I held my breath as he drew me closer. The first touch of his lips on mine was barely there, light and feathering. Then another kiss, then another. Small, tiny nipping kisses that had me gasping and when I opened my mouth, he swept in with his tongue. Somehow, I went from being on my stomach to my side and Jake was right there, trading nuzzling kisses for deeper, longer and far wetter ones.
He fisted my hair and, when he tilted my head, I went with it. His thigh pressed right up against the apex of my legs, wedging tight as a groan escaped me. With a roll of my hips, I ground against him as he sucked on my tongue. It was dizzying, every teasing stroke of his mouth left me hungry for more. I pressed one hand against his face, the scrape of stubble there rough against my palm.
I forgot how to breathe. Even the light sting of his stubble rasping my face couldn’t make me break from the kiss. I strained against his thigh, needing more even as I ran my free hand against his shirt. I wanted… something. Air whooshed out of me as he rolled me onto my back and one of the pillows tumbled off the bed.
I could have sworn one of the cats leapt away and there was a disgruntled meow that I didn’t have time to truly consider as Jake somehow deepened the kiss. There was no mistaking the heavy weight of the erection pressing against my belly. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I widened my thighs, so he was even closer.
The hot feeling of his hand under my shirt, and then on my breast had me gasping. The contact sent a bolt of pure lust winding through my system. His fingers trapped a peaked nipple, the first touch electric.
Thoughts ping-ponging, I broke the kiss when he gave the lightest twist. It added to the tightening coil gradually setting fire to my system. Panting, I leaned back into the pillow, suddenly aware that I had my hands under his shirt, my fingers against the bare skin of his back. Jake stared down at me. It was like his gaze had weight and texture. He rolled my nipple again and my back arched. God, that felt so good.
“Like that?” The sexy rumble of his voice had me squirming, thighs tight against him, and I wanted more.
“Yes,” I admitted as he pressed a kiss to my throat, and still I was straining. “Almost too much…”
“Nothing’s too much with you,” he murmured. He kissed down to my collarbone and, as he drifted down, I was losing my grip on him. The tank top pushed higher and the cool air was flush against my breasts and my nipples tightened more if that were possible. “You have the prettiest titties,” he whispered. “So pretty.”
How could he tell? It was dark, and his hands were so hot, and I was so chilled. Then his mouth closed over one nipple and I forgot what the hell I’d been asking. It was hot and wet, the pull and suck seeming to draw the tension right up to my breasts and dragging it tighter and tighter. I strained up, my hands finding purchase in his hair.
I wanted him closer, I wanted…he covered my other breast with his hand and then scraped his teeth against the tip in his mouth and a little cry broke from me. What—oh, fuck, that felt good. I’d played with myself—who hadn’t? But this was so much better… He took turns, sucking on one nipple than the other. I was burning up, then he hooked his fingers into my pajama bottoms.
The spiral of my world snapped sharply into focus as he tugged them down.
“Jake,” I gasped out, catching his hand.
“I just want to see,” he whispered. “I wanna make you feel good.”
Oh, he already had, but…
“I haven’t…”
Everything in him stilled, and then his face was close to mine again, his mouth hovering so near I could feel the whisper of his word as he spoke. “Ever?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t quite catch my breath, and the friction of his shirt on my damp, sensitive nipples was making me a little crazy.
“Okay,” he whispered, then kissed me gently. “Okay, just touching then. See what you like, okay?”
What I liked? “Can I touch you?”
“Hell yes, you can touch me,” he murmured, sucking my lower lip out and then dragging his teeth over it. “You can touch me wherever you want.”
I swallowed. I should be objecting, right? Some distant parts of my brain waved frantically like a late commuter rushing to catch the already departing train. I should be on that train, putting the brakes on. We’d barely kissed and now he’d already… Jake bit down lightly on my pulse point, a sucking kiss that disrupted my thoughts even as he eased his fingers beneath the waistband and began to pull my pajama bottoms down.
I could say a lot of things, but what I said was… “Okay.” Then the cool air was against my legs and I was there in a rucked-up tank top and a pair of boy short panties. Jake was on his knees in the middle of my bed. Then he reached behind him and pulled his shirt forward and then off. I barely got a chance to look at him before he kissed me again.
The first brush of his fingers beneath the seam of my panties sent a bolt of shock through me, and I broke the kiss. He paused, staring at me for a minute. I couldn’t look away as he began to run his finger back and forth. I was so wet it was embarrassing, but he smiled.
“You feel good,” he said, then teased a circle around my clit. It must have doubled in sensitivity because I clenched my thighs on his hand. “Too good?” Laughter danced in those words and I nodded a little. “Do you want me to stop?”
Not trusting myself to speak, I shook my head and forced my thighs to relax a little. He began to move his hand again, this time the circling grew more forceful and it sent little bolts of tension out.
“Lie down,” he whispered, nudging me back and then his mouth was on one of my nipples again. He dipped his fingers lower and eased one inside of me as his thumb continued its caress. Thoughts scattering, I clung to him and then ran my hands over his skin. Every part of him was hot and, the more he pushed at me, the more I strained toward the release he seemed to be chasing.
But I wanted to touch him. He was leaning over me, so I twisted a little. When he lifted his head, I slid my hand to his boxers then under them. His swift indrawn breath promised me he was as turned on by this as I was. The first stroke of my fingers along his cock was a delight. The skin was hot, tight, and so smooth.
Dampness met my fingers on his tip, so I bit my lip and then began to stroke him. I had a pretty solid idea of how this was supposed to work. From root where the springy hairs tickled my hands to his tip where more dampness leaked then down again.
“Fuck,” Jake said, panting. He eased a second finger into me and then rested his forehead against mine as he began to pet me in earnest. The dip of his fingers stroked in and out even as he applied more pressure to my clit. I was going to come like a bottle rocket, and I tightened my grip. “Faster,” he whispered. “Just like that but faster, babe.”
Then we were both straining, I could taste it in the way he kissed me as I stroked him, feel it in the way he began to thrust against my hand, and experienced it in how I was lifting my hips to grind against his. I was so close, then he let out a little cry and hot jet of splashed against my stomach, then another as he shuddered. His breath was hot against my ear.
He had, but I hadn’t, and I both marveled at his coming apart the way he looked—thank God there was enough light creeping in now to make out the bliss on his face. Then he kissed me, hard and possessive, the brush of his chest against my nipples teased them and he gripped my hair as he began to move his fingers again, swift deliberate strokes demanding all of my attention. But when he curled his fingers and pressed down with his thumb, release burst through me. I was pretty sure I soaked his hand as my cry splintered out and I arched off the bed.
The little shocks eddied out as he teased the too sensitive clit, stopping only at my complaining noise. Then he kissed me again, those little nipping kisses, teasing my mout
h open. When he finally eased his hand from between my legs, he lifted his head and smiled. “Good morning.”
It was the most ridiculous thing to say. Laughter bubbled up through me, and I wound my arms around his neck very well aware of the sweat and spunk sticking to both of us. We were so going to need a shower. I even liked having him sprawl over me, the weight was good.
“You okay?” Jake asked, lifting his head.
“I think I’m more than okay.” Still tingling from head to toe, I indulged a whim and ran my fingers through his hair. “You?”
“Oh. Yeah. That was hot…” The compliment warmed me. Still looking at me, he sucked his fingers off and something in me went all low, hot, and soft. “You taste better than I ever imagined…”
“You imagined how I would…?” Seriously?
He kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips. Never in a million years would I have thought that was sexy, and at the same time, I dug my fingers into his back as I sucked on his tongue. Brushing a kiss to my cheek then down to my ear, he nibbled at the earlobe and the tickling left me squirming.
He laughed. “Frankie, I’ve been jerking off to the thought of you for a really long time. Yes, I imagined how you’d taste, how you’d feel…and I gotta say…”
I held my breath.
“…I really need to work on my imagination. You are so much better than I ever pictured.”
Heat flooded my face. Shyness hit me all over again. We were mostly naked, we’d just gotten each other off, and I still had his jizz on my stomach. Though arguably so did he.
“Hey,” he said, cupping my face. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”
“Good that you have a handle on that,” he said soberly. Before he could continue, however, Tiddles landed on the side of the bed right at head level. The cat stared at both of us. When we glanced at him, he yowled. “Well, everyone’s critic,” Jake told him, and I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing.
We clung together, laughing. Eventually, we had to get up. We had to go to school, and we had to shower… As if having the same thought, Jake eased off me, but I didn’t miss the way he gazed at my breasts or how that made me feel. Course, I also wasn’t complaining because I was getting my first real good look at him, and the sweet Adonis belt that dipped down to where his softening cock was still out and his damp…
All at once I realized. “Oh crap.”
“What?” He frowned.
“Your boxers.”
When he glanced down, he laughed and then leaned in to give me another kiss. “I can go commando. My clothes are clean since I changed before I came over last night.”
Commando.
“You’re going to run all day with nothing on under your jeans.”
“Yes, I am,” he said. “And you’re going to know.”
That sent a thrill through me.
He ran a finger along the seam of my panties. “Want to be twinsies?”
“You want me to leave my panties off, too?”
“And let me be the only one who knows you’re naked under your shorts?” The lust on his face twisted me up, and I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Okay,” I whispered and then I was chasing his mouth as he kissed me again. Tiddles let out another yowl and Jake groaned.
“I just want to skip school and stay right here.”
But we couldn’t. He had football, and we both had class.
We were also running low on time. “We can’t…”
“I know,” he grumbled. Then Tiddles meowed loudly, joined by Tabby and Tory and I laughed. “Your cats are pushy.”
“You could say I like the pushy ones.”
“Good to know,” he said and then finally dragged himself off the bed. “Let me get you a towel for that.” He pointed at my belly.
“I’m good.” I stripped off the tank top and, even if I was turning a fine shade of scarlet, he’d already had his mouth on me so no reason to hide. I used it to wipe up my stomach as I rose. Awareness swept over me, I glanced to find Jakes staring at me, even as he ran his hand over his slowly stiffening cock. I glanced down and then up.
“You’re going to football practice, commando?” I just kind of had to know.
He grinned. “Worried about my reputation?”
No. But… His eyes dared me to keep going, but you know what—if he wanted to go commando, he could go commando. Subject change. Call me bold, but… “We both need to shower.”
“We do.”
“If you take care of that in the shower, can I watch?”
His breath caught. “You want to give me a hand?”
And actually really get to see him?
I nodded slowly, and he held out a hand to me. “Should we feed the cats first or after?”
“Probably after,” I admitted. “So we don’t—get carried away.”
The heat in his eyes promised to burn me. “I want to get carried away with you, Frankie.” He delivered the last bit with another kiss. “Just so you know.”
Damn the shyness hit the weirdest times. “Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
His expression softened. “I should be thanking you. And you’re more than welcome.” Then he blew out a breath. “Let’s shower before I toss you back on that bed and spend some real time figuring out how much I like how you taste.”
Oh, that thought was going to linger.
My phone buzzed at the same time his did, and we both glanced back. Archie’s name was on his screen and probably mine. He was checking in about coffee.
Archie.
Ian.
Coop.
Jake and I had just… and I glanced to find him watching me steadily. “You’re dating us,” he said slowly. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
No. We hadn’t. I crawled over to grab my phone and sent Archie a pretty please with a starry-eyed emoji.
Jake watched me do it and then laughed. He picked up his phone, showed me the screen then sent, Well, duh. Make it a quad shot.
Ian and Coop answered in fairly rapid succession. Then Jake dropped his phone on my bed and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Shower?”
I clicked the screen off and set my phone next to his—in the middle of my very rumpled bed.
We hadn’t done anything wrong, and I felt great. Meeting his gaze, I grinned. “And other things.”
“Oh, definitely,” Jake held out a hand and I took it. “Other things are most assuredly on the menu.”
The Morning After
Coop: Yo, Jake, why are you parked at Frankie’s?
Archie: He’s at Frankie’s?
Bubba: He was last night after she got off work.
Archie: That was last night, it’s morning.
Coop: No shit. Jake—answer your texts, man.
Jake: I’m getting ready to leave for school.
Coop: …
Bubba: …
Archie: …
Jake: I’m gonna grab donuts on the way.
Coop: Hold the phone. Did you go home
last night?
Archie: …
Bubba: Wait, what?
Jake: Rule #7 guys.
Coop: Fuck rule 7, why were you at her
place all night?
Jake: 1st. FU Coop. 2nd see rule 7
Bubba: Cool it, guys. Jake, c’mon, man,
you gotta give us something.
Archie: I’m thinking he went for something.
Coop: …
Bubba: ...
Jake: Really, Arch?
Bubba: Yeah, I’m thinking we
need a rule on that.
Jake: I think not being an asshat
should be a given.
Archie: Screw you, Jake.
Coop: Dudes, what the hell?
Bubba: Guys!
.
Archie: We didn’t talk about sleepovers.
Jake: We’re not talking about it now.
Coop: Rule #3 don�
�t step on another guy’s date.
Bubba: Rule #4 No competing with each other.
Archie: …
Jake: I’m not fighting you Arch,
but keep this up, and I will
be hitting you.
Archie: And if I ask Frankie about it?
Coop: Whoa…
Bubba: Stop.
Jake: You do, and I will
beat your ass.
Bubba: Time out. Stop, both of you.
Archie: …
Coop: …
Jake: Leaving in 2.
Leave her alone
Or else.
Bubba: Rule #8 No fighting.
Jake: …
Archie: …
Bubba: We’re not doing this to her.
Agree or you’re out.
Archie: Excuse me?
Coop: No—he’s right.
This would hurt her.
Archie: Fine.
Jake: Fine
Bubba: And Coop? Butt out if a car is there.
Coop: I asked a question.
Jake: OMW
Bubba: You know why you did it.
Coop: Fine. I can’t believe you’re fine
with it.
Bubba: Didn’t say I was.
Archie: So, you don’t like it.
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