Play Me

by Katie McCoy

  “Yeah.” Dakota then gave us all a wicked grin. “But for now, I think I’ve earned a night with the busboy. And he’s waiting.”

  Jake rolled his eyes. “Be safe,” he said playfully.

  “You too,” she teased as she headed towards the truck. “Have fun, kids. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  “That doesn’t really narrow it down,” Jake called after her.

  “Exactly!”

  22

  Ella

  Dinner was a salad straight out of the garden: lettuce, tomatoes, celery, onions, carrots, and zucchini, simply dressed with olive oil and salt. We ate in the garden, on a rickety picnic bench. I couldn’t remember the last time a salad had thrilled me. Maybe it was the fact that I had dug the very ingredients used right out of the ground—it was just like Jake had said, it made a difference if you knew where your food came from. Maybe it was because I watched him put it all together in the small, simple kitchen at the center of the garden. Or maybe I was starving because I had worked so hard. My family weren’t exactly known for our interest in the great outdoors. Most everything we did, we did inside. We didn’t get our fingers dirty, we didn’t get our clothes dirty, and we didn’t get dirty. Period. But I was discovering that there was a whole host of things that I thought I wouldn’t like that I absolutely loved. And I was increasingly grateful to Jake for showing me them.

  As we walked the few blocks back to the apartment, I decided that it was time I showed him exactly how grateful I was. With lingerie. And other things. Things involving specific body parts coming in contact with other body parts.

  Just the thought of it made my legs tremble and I nearly fell down right on our front steps. Luckily Jake was there to catch me.

  “Are you okay?” His hands were strong and firm against my waist.

  “Mmmhmm,” I managed, looking up into those dark, gorgeous eyes.

  “Are you sure?” He helped me steady myself again.

  “Well . . . ” An idea had just come to me. I bit my lip and gazed up at him. “Maybe you should help me back to my apartment.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Uh-huh. Just a little help, if you don’t mind.” I let him help me up the building steps and through the main doors. My apartment was so close. Only a few feet away. Jake’s fingers tightened against my hips. I felt unsteady again, but in the best possible way.

  “You know.” He leaned in, his breath tickling my neck. “You do look like you need some help.”

  And before I could say anything, he swept me up into his arms.

  “I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he told me, holding me as if I was nothing. “Keys?”

  This time, the key went in without a hitch.

  Once we were in my apartment, Jake put me back on the ground, but his hands didn’t leave my sides. All the playfulness in his face was gone, replaced by pure lust.

  But still, he didn’t move.

  “I just want you to know,” he began, his voice tight. “I’m not expecting anything, so there’s no pressure—”

  “Jake,” I interrupted, putting my hand on his chest.

  “Yeah?”

  “Shut up and fuck me,” I ordered.

  My face blazed hot as the words left my lips. I had never said something like that to a man. I had never meant it before. But whatever embarrassment I had felt was immediately gone as Jake’s lips came down on mine and he lifted me up against him. His tongue was hot and wet in my mouth, my own tongue seeking his like a missile, and when they met, explosions began to go off behind my eyelids. God, nothing had ever felt this good, and we hadn’t even done anything yet.

  Jake spun me around and I found my back pressed up against my door as his hand slid down my side and back to cup my ass. My legs wrapped around his waist and as the seam of my jeans met the seam of his, I threw back my head and moaned. Oh god, he felt so good, so hard and ready, his hips already rolling against mine.

  His mouth found my throat, his teeth and tongue finding the tender spot behind my ear and I felt my eyes roll back in my head as he bit me there. Gently, but not too gently. His hand gripped my ass, pulling me tight against him, so I could feel every single inch that waited for me. All for me. Just for me.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as I pressed back against him. “Oh baby, you feel so fucking good.”

  I never thought that language like that would have turned me on, but oh my god, it did. Just the rumble of Jake’s voice was enough, but now, whispering naughty things to me, I went molten hot.

  “Tell me,” I purred, surprising myself. “Tell me more.”

  The surprise on his face quickly turned into wickedness.

  “You want me to tell you?” he growled, thrusting his hips against me with each question. “You want me to tell you how hard I am for you? How all I’ve thought about since I first saw you was sliding my cock deep inside you? How I plan to make you come so hard you can’t remember your name?”

  I moaned and he claimed my mouth again, his teeth catching my bottom lip, his tongue meeting mine over and over again. His hands were all over my body, clutching my ass, cupping my breast, tangling in my hair. If it weren’t for my legs wrapped tightly around his waist and the door against my back, I would have collapsed onto the floor with his first kiss.

  “Baby.” Jake wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled, not hard, but not gentle either. It forced my head back, my gaze meeting his. The expression on his face was pure lust, pure desire. “Are you ready?”

  I had never been more ready for anything in my life.

  “Yes,” I breathed. “Oh god, yes.”

  “Good,” he groaned. “Because we are both overdue for a standing ovation.”

  With that, he placed both hands under my ass and spun me around. I held on tight, but his steps didn’t even falter as he took long, even strides to where my mattress lay on the floor. He took one look at it and shook his head.

  “We need to get you a real bed,” he told me and knelt down to the floor, lowering me onto the mattress. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, our bodies still intimately pressed together, and as he leaned forward, my hips arched up towards him and he froze.

  “Careful.” His voice was choked. “We’ve barely started the first course and I don’t want to rush through dessert.”

  But I couldn’t resist and pushed against him again. I wanted him on top of me. I wanted him inside me. And I wanted it now.

  “But I like dessert best,” I said in a husky voice I barely recognized. I reached up and tried to pull him down towards me, but he kept himself braced above me on his arms. Before I could try again, he captured my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his hands.

  “Greedy girl.” He held on tight as he leaned back onto his heels, my hips sliding away from him and onto the bed. Releasing my hands, he smoothed his palms down the length of my body, skimming my arms, the sides of my breasts, and the width of my hips.

  “I do like these jeans,” he told me, his fingers brushing across the waistband until they came to the button. “But right now I’m more interested in what you’re wearing underneath them.”

  With a deft flick of his wrist, he had the top button of my jeans undone. But instead of unzipping them, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to my stomach, dropping hot kisses against that often untouched part of my body.

  Everything inside me burned for him, a delicious tension building between my legs. But Jake was intent on torturing me. Instead of his kissing going downward, they began to travel up, as he pushed my shirt higher and higher until finally my new black lace bra was revealed.

  “Baby,” Jake whispered, looking up at me, eyes blazing hot. “You wore black.”

  Then he whisked the shirt off my head and flung it across the room. Before it could even land on the floor, Jake’s mouth was on my breast.

  Oh my god. While his tongue and teeth teased one breast, his hand cupped my other breast, his thumb sliding the thin lace across the pearled tip of my
nipple. I saw stars behind my eyes as he sucked and nibbled at my breasts right through my flimsy bra. The tension was almost unbearable and my hips strained upward, seeking Jake. Seeking relief.

  Jake lifted his head to give me a wicked grin.

  “Eager to show me your panties?” He drew a finger down my stomach until he reached the zipper of my jeans and finally unzipped them. I lifted my hips to help him ease the tight jeans down my body. They were as quickly discarded as my shirt, and there I was, on my bed, in black lingerie, in front of Jake.

  He groaned.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said huskily, sliding his hands down my bare legs. When he reached my knees, he barely had to touch them before I let them fall open.

  I was ready. I was so completely ready.

  His mouth found the inside of my knee and I shivered. Then it found the inside of my thigh and I shuddered. Then it found the center of me and I gasped. He licked me through the thin lace, as hands clutched my ass, tilting my hips up to meet him. He hooked his finger around the black lace and pulled it aside, until nothing was between me and his hot mouth.

  My hands grabbed the sheets, my entire body aware of nothing but his tongue inside. I was so wet, so ready, and when he slid his finger inside me, I moaned, and his mouth moved faster against me, my hips arching up to meet him, and I felt my entire body tense from the delicious build of pleasure until it exploded inside me and I shuddered against his mouth, my moans muffled behind my fingers.

  I couldn’t move, my entire body deliciously limp as Jake removed my panties and with a single flick unhooked my front-hook bra, finally pushing all the lace aside.

  “Standing ovation?” He grinned down at me, his hand smoothing over my body.

  “Uh huh,” I barely managed.

  He leaned forward and kissed me, gently. Then I felt him hard against my leg and the tension inside me began to build again. I kissed him back, my tongue sweeping into his mouth.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I muttered, my hands reaching for the hem of his shirt. Before I could grab it, though, Jake reached back and with one smooth gesture pulled it up and over his head.

  And then his chest, his perfect, gorgeous chest was bare. And it was all mine. I smoothed my hands over it, turning my body and pushing him down onto the bed. I wanted to trace every line of ink on his body, but I settled for dragging my tongue across his collarbone, where he tasted of salt and sex. My hands fumbled for his belt, but he helped me with that as well, deftly undoing his jeans and sliding them off, but not before removing a condom from his back pocket. He was now stretched out beside me, his gorgeous body clad only in soft gray briefs, his cock straining against them.

  “Too many clothes,” I told him again, and with a wicked smile, he removed those as well.

  Oh. My. God.

  Before I could stop myself, I lowered my mouth and drew my tongue across the head.

  “Goddammit, Ella,” Jake moaned as I took more of him into my mouth.

  I had never done anything like this before. I was never this forward in bed, but I loved the way he felt, the way he tasted. But it was only a few moments before he escaped my grasp and I found myself on my back again, with Jake between my knees. He rolled a condom onto to his hard length.

  “I want you so bad,” he growled, his cock pressing against me.

  I lifted my hips.

  “What are you waiting for?” I teased.

  He closed his eyes and I could see him grit his teeth. And then I felt him. So big, so hard, and so perfect. He slid into me like we were made for each other. I braced my feet on the bed as he buried himself inside me.

  “Ooooh,” I moaned as he pulled back slowly and then thrust forward.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, even deeper inside me.

  With each thrust he filled me, starting slow and then going faster and faster. My hands clutched at his arms, at his chest, pulling him tighter against me, my legs going up and around his hips. Somehow he slid even deeper. I could feel every inch of him, stroking me, and suddenly, without warning, there was a crescendo inside of me and I exploded, my fingers digging into his arms, my head thrown back as a cry of pleasure burst from my throat.

  But Jake didn’t stop, he thrust again and again, the rhythm perfect and intense, as his mouth found mine, his tongue matching the movement of his cock inside me. His hands were everywhere, my ass, my breasts, my hair. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more. More.

  Then, without warning, he stopped.

  Our bodies were slick with sweat, and his arms shook as he held himself above me. He grinned down at me, that wicked, wolfish grin.

  “Are you ready for dessert, baby?” he asked.

  Before I could answer, he gathered me in his arms and rolled over until I was on top of him, straddling him. And he was deep, so deep inside of me. I moaned.

  “Oh, fuck.” Jake’s fingers dug into my hips.

  He thrust upward and I moaned again, the sound vibrating through my entire body.

  “Damn,” Jake groaned, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs finding my nipples.

  I arched my back, my hips rolling forward. Oh god, it felt so good. I did it again and I again, rubbing my clit against him, his hips meeting my every stroke. His hands moved down to my waist, one sliding even lower, touching me just above where we were joined.

  “Oooooooooooh.” I threw my head back, my hips now undulating out of control as Jake’s thumb stroked me until white lights exploded behind my eyes.

  My body still trembling, Jake pulled me against him and rolled us again, pinning me to the bed as he thrust into me, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Through the haze of my own pleasure, I could see the cords in his neck straining as his pace became frantic, animalistic. I felt the incredible tension build again inside me and just as I fell for the fourth time, Jake let out a shout of pleasure and thrust deep inside of me.

  Boneless with pleasure, I felt him gather me up in his arms, our bodies slick and hot as we were wrapped up in sheets and each other.

  23

  Jake

  “Your kitchen is an embarrassment,” I informed Ella, standing in front of her empty fridge. “How have you even survived this long without any food here?”

  “There’s soup in the cabinet,” she told me, stretched out on the bed, draped only in a thin sheet.

  And in that moment, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do more: feed her or fuck her.

  Rationally I knew the first option was the more necessary one, but damn if I didn’t want her again. I had a feeling I would never get enough of her. The way she felt, the way she tasted, and oh, fuck, the way she came. How her entire body seemed to shake, her back arching off the bed, those deep guttural moans escaping her lips. Fuck. I had better feed he—and me—soon, because my cock was already gearing up for round two and I needed to refuel first.

  “Soup is not food,” I argued.

  “You seemed to think it was fine when you were sick,” she reminded me.

  Dammit.

  “I was out of my mind with fever,” I told her, not yet willing to admit defeat.

  “You still managed to make a pass at me,” she called from the bed.

  “Well, yeah, I was feverish, not dead.” I tossed her one of my most charming smiles, but she just rolled her eyes.

  I could look at her all day. That ass, those breasts, those endlessly long legs, and that hair. And all that black lace. Fuck.

  I turned back to the fridge and opened the freezer.

  “Aha!” I exclaimed. “Your kitchen isn’t a total loss at all.” I pulled the ice cream from the freezer and grabbed two spoons from her drawer. At least she had silverware. I definitely needed to do something about her food situation. No wonder she was so skinny—she had nothing to eat.

  I headed back to the bed, already imagining the kind of groceries I would buy her, and then she sat up and her sheet slipped, showing me everything from her shoulder to her navel, and my brain
short-circuited.

  “My ice cream.” Ella pulled the sheet back up and reached for the pint.

  I passed it over and gave my head a firm shake as if that would help focus me. Ha. Fat chance around this girl. Especially while she was naked.

  Ella popped the top off the ice cream and dug in.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as she took a bite.

  “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I asked her. “You’re going to kill me with sex and ice cream.”

  “Maybe.” She peered out at me from behind a curtain of hair and I caught a glimpse of a mischievous smile. “Would you mind?”

  “Hell no!” I grabbed for her, pinning her to the bed.

  She shrieked, but miraculously kept her hold on the ice cream, which she stretched just past my reach.

  “A kiss for a bite?” I asked.

  “Mmm, I don’t know,” she teased. “This is really good ice cream.”

  “Is that a challenge?” I demanded, but before she could answer, I slanted my mouth across hers. Oh god. Chocolate and Ella. A potent combination.

  When I surfaced, we were both panting. Without a word, she handed over the ice cream.

  “Thank you.” I took it, too turned on to be smug. Without thinking, I shoved a huge spoonful of Ben and Jerry’s into my mouth. “Ooouch,” I winced as the cold shot to my brain. “Ice cream headache.”

  “Clearly you’re a man who can’t handle your ice cream,” Ella observed and took back the pint. “Small spoonfuls,” she ordered.

  We ate in comfortable silence for a moment, passing the ice cream back and forth.

  “Can I ask you something?” Ella finally asked.

  “Sure.” I turned towards her. “Anything.”

  She glanced at my chest and then downward into her lap. “Who’s Lucy?”

  “Ah.” I had expected this. That’s what you get for getting it tattooed on your body, Jake. The girls you sleep with always want to know who she is. Usually I didn’t like to talk about it, but for some reason, I didn’t mind telling Ella.