by Katie McCoy
“I was right,” Jake murmured. “You are going to kill me with sex. And I don’t care at all.”
His eyes were sweeping up and down my body, his gaze so hot I could feel my skin burning.
“You wanna touch?” I ran a hand along the side of my breast, letting my hair sweep back over my shoulder.
“Not touch.” Jake stood and came towards me. “Worship.”
Kneeling in front of me, I could feel his breath on the top of my thighs as he slowly unhooked my garters and drew each stocking down my leg. I placed a hand on his shoulder to step out of my shoes while he removed my stockings.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Jake chided. “The shoes stay on.”
He slid his hands up the sides of my legs, the sensation so light that it tickled in the most delicious way. His fingers curled up over my ass and found the waistband of my thong.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “But they have to go.”
They had barely reached the floor before I felt his tongue on me, sweeping against my clit as his hands clutched my ass.
I moaned, my fingers reaching down and curling in his hair. Shockwaves of pleasure radiated through me as he licked inside me, his mouth doing exactly what he had promised: worshipping me. My toes curled in my shoes as his hot mouth brought me to the edge, and just as I teetered there, he slid his finger inside me.
“Oh god.” I bit my lip as he stroked me, sensations curling in my belly. He touched me in a way that no one had before him and I was becoming accustomed to this endless pleasure. Greedy for it. I pulled him closer and could feel him smile against my clit. His tongue went deep inside me, his hand cupping my ass, as his fingers and mouth drove me over the edge. Stars exploded behind my eyes.
My orgasm hit hard, and I threw back my head as ecstasy rippled through my body, Jake’s name caught in my throat. Beneath me, my legs gave way and I collapsed, quickly captured in Jake’s arms, his mouth hard against mine. I tasted myself on his tongue and the intimacy of it made me shudder.
Jake pulled me to my feet, drawing my body against his, his tongue tangled with mine. Breaking away, he looked back over his shoulder at my piano.
“Have I ever told you about my fantasy about fucking you on top of a piano?”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Who do you think you are, Christian Gray? What’s next? The red room of pain?”
He laughed and gave my naked ass a swat.
“Baby, you have no idea what’s next.” Lifting me into his arms, he carried me to my bed, laying me across the sheets. “Now, as much I love this get-up,” he said, gesturing towards my corset, “it’s time for it to go.”
I gave him a wink and rolled over onto my stomach, showing him the silk laces on the back.
He groaned. “Death by sex and black lingerie.” He gave the slippery bow a tug and I felt the entire thing loosen. It didn’t take long for the entire thing to be discarded on my bedroom floor, Jake’s hand smoothing down my bare back to my ass.
I peered up at him, through the curtain of hair that had fallen into my eyes.
“I think you’re overdressed,” I told him, pushing back until I was on my knees, my red heels still on. I ran my hands up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin cotton of his shirt.
“How attached are you to this shirt?” I asked, finding a small hole up towards the neck.
“Not attached at all.” His eyes were still staring at my naked body, kneeling in front of him.
“Good.” I grinned and, slipping my fingers through the torn hole, gave it a strong yank. The shirt ripped straight down the middle, revealing Jake’s gorgeous, tattooed chest. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now,” I murmured, pressing my lips against his neck before dropping kisses downward.
Jake groaned when I reached his belt.
I made short work of his zipper, pushing the jeans and the soft cotton briefs downward, freeing his rock hard cock. It throbbed in my hand as I ran my palm up and down the length of it.
“Do you feel how much I want you?” Jake gathered my hair in his hands.
As a response, I wrapped my lips around him, sliding him deep into my mouth. I took as much as I could, my tongue stroking him. My entire body ached for him, so I didn’t protest when he pulled me back to his mouth, his cock pressed between our bodies.
“I like you on your knees,” he murmured in my ear. Still in his arms, I twisted my body so my ass was flush against his cock and leaned forward, bracing my hands on the bed. When I glanced over my shoulder at him, the look on his face was equal parts reverence, equal parts lust.
“Come on, baby,” I told him. “Don’t make me wait.”
Jake fumbled for his jeans, for the condom, but his hands were steady as he ripped open the packet and slid the condom down his hard length.
“Are you ready?” He teased the head of his cock along my clit and I shuddered at the friction.
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
His hands gripped my hips as he guided his cock inside me.
“Oh my god.” I bit my lip as he slid deeper than ever before.
“Ella,” he groaned above me, his fingers tight against my waist. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” Slowly he withdrew, each inch an impossible pleasure. Then he thrust, one hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers finding my clit.
“Jaaaaaaake,” I moaned, his fingers and cock stroking me together, the sensation driving me insane. I felt the tension build inside me, stronger than before.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled in my ear, each word punctuated by the movement of his hips against mine. “I want to feel you come.”
And I did, my fingers curled into the sheets, my head thrown back as ripples of pleasure echoed through me. I collapsed on the bed, expecting Jake to follow. But he withdrew, rolling onto the bed next to me.
“Come here,” he urged, and I climbed on top of him, my body still shaking with the pleasure he had given me.
He grasped my waist as I straddled him, my red heels on either side of his hips. Slowly, I eased my body down on his cock, both of us groaning as he slid deep inside me.
“Best view in the city,” Jake choked out, his palms reaching up to cup my breasts as I rolled my hips forward. I rode him, slowly at first, but then faster as another orgasm began to build inside me.
“Come with me, Jake,” I urged, leaning forward as my hips bucked against his, taking him deeper and deeper. My hair created a curtain around us as he reached his hand around my neck, pulling my mouth to his, his tongue thrusting against mine, his hand stroking my clit, and I found myself falling, the pleasure overwhelming me.
But before my orgasm could crest, Jake gathered me to his chest and rolled us both over, so I was on my back on the bed. Then he thrust deeper inside of me, faster and faster until I was moaning with pleasure. With a roar, Jake pressed his body deep inside mine and shuddered his release.
Collapsing onto the bed, he gathered me into his arms, holding me tight. Exhaustion overcame me, but just as I was falling asleep, Jake kissed my forehead.
“I love you,” he whispered.
36
Ella
I woke, my red heels still on, to the sound of my phone ringing. No, not just my phone. Phones. Jake stirred in my arms, our naked bodies tangled together. The incredible night we spent together replayed in my mind, stopping short at the end.
Had Jake told me he loved him?
And if he had, did he mean it? I knew better than to trust what guys said immediately after sex, but this was Jake. He was different from other guys. And I loved him. Oh god, how I loved him.
“Turn off the alarm,” Jake mumbled, gathering me closer.
“Not the alarm,” I told him, gently releasing from his grasp. He groaned his disapproval, his face smushed into a pillow. “Our phones are ringing.” I groped for mine, the ring tone indicating an unknown number. Jake’s phone on the other hand, was chanting, “I like big butts and I cannot lie . . .”
I couldn’t help smiling as I dug
it out of the pocket of his jeans and tossed it at him.
“Dakota’s calling,” I informed him, wrapping the sheet around me as I answered my phone.
“Hello?”
“Is this Ella Thomas?” It was an unfamiliar female voice.
“Yes,” I told her, as I heard Jake answering the phone behind me.
“This better be important, Dakota,” he said gruffly.
“Well, Ms. Thomas.” The woman on the other end of my line had a cheery tone. “I am very happy to inform you that you are the winner of this year’s Menuhin competition.”
“What?” I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly.
“What?” Jake echoed behind me. “Read that again,” he said to Dakota.
“There will be a formal awards ceremony,” the woman was saying. “But we like to call our winners and tell them personally beforehand.”
The reality of her words began to sink in. “I won?”
“He did?” Jake exclaimed behind me. “Really?”
“Yes, Ms. Thomas,” the woman said kindly. “Congratulations. We think you are an enormous talent and are proud to have you as this year’s winner.”
I sat there, shock rendering speech impossible as she explained about the awards ceremony and the mentorship program and the opportunities that previous recipients have been given, only half listening until I finally processed exactly what had happened.
“I won,” I said again.
“Yes, Ms. Thomas.” The voice sounded very patient. No doubt this was the kind of response they usually got. “Why don’t I call you back tomorrow and we can give you all the details.”
“Okay,” I somehow responded and hung up the phone, letting it drop back onto the bed. My face had gone numb. My fingers too. And my feet. No, they kind of hurt because I was still wearing heels. I slipped my red shoes off.
“Holy shit,” I heard Jake murmur behind me.
I spun around.
“I won!” I exclaimed at the same time he said:
“We’re a hit!”
“What?” we both said and burst out laughing.
“You first.” I grinned at him.
“Dakota said that the reviews for the restaurant are all raves. Everyone is talking about how great it was, and Matt Metcalf, the guy who called me unoriginal, issued a retraction, saying that he was wrong and he can’t wait to see what I do next.” Jake rubbed the back of his neck, astonishment all over his face. “He’s still a jerk, but at least now he’s a jerk with good taste.”
“That’s amazing!” I reached across the bed to kiss him. “Congratulations.”
“What was your news?” His face was flushed with excitement.
“I won the Menuhin competition,” I blurted out, still unable to believe it was true.
Jake’s eyes widened. “I knew it!” He surged to his feet, completely naked, and pulled me into his arms. “Congratulations, baby,” he said and swept me into a kiss.
“Wow,” I said, when we broke apart. “I should win competitions more often.”
“You will,” Jake told me. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of you, too.” I couldn’t imagine a better place to be at the moment than wrapped up in his embrace.
Jake’s face went serious all of a sudden. “I meant it, you know,” he said.
“What?”
“Last night. When I said I love you.”
My heart soared. “I love you, too.”
Jake’s smile lit up his entire face. He took my face in his hands and kissed me, gently, sweetly.
“Let’s move in together,” he said suddenly. “A place of our own, where every day you can teach piano and I can bake brownies, and every night, you’ll wear black lingerie and I’ll take it off you with my teeth.”
I shuddered with pleasure at the image.
“Say yes, Ella.”
I threw my arms around his neck. “Of course, Jake. Yes!”
And this time when we kissed, I heard music.
THE END
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1
Alex
There aren’t many things in this world worse than getting your period. Unless, of course, it’s 9:00 p.m. on a heavy-flow day and you’ve run out of tampons. And chocolate.
The silver lining to that particular tragedy, however, was the 24-hour drug store around the corner from my new apartment. Cue loading my basket with all the necessary “time of the month” essentials: pads, tampons, Chunky Monkey ice cream by the pint, and tons of other snack foods that were terrible for me and my waistline. I was grabbing Advil from the medicine aisle when my phone rang.
“We’re going out,” my BFF Kelsey said as a greeting.
I put my basket down and rolled my eyes, even though my best friend was unable to see either gesture. From the heavy bass I could hear in the background, and the way she had practically shouted into the phone, I could tell that Kelsey was already out. Her PR job pretty much demanded she spend her weeknights partying with fashion people, but my job had very different demands.
“No can do,” I told her reluctantly. “I’ve got a stack of case files waiting for me at home.”
As a lowly associate at a law firm, my job meant long hours at the office and then even longer hours at home, catching up with work and trying everything I could to get ahead. The firm I worked for was one of the best in Chicago and I intended to do everything in my power to make my mark there.
I knew Kelsey was sympathetic to my plight, but that didn’t mean she was going to stop pressuring me to join her out on the town. Especially since I knew she hated going out by herself.
“Come on! You need to lighten up!” she shouted to be heard above the music. “It’s Friday night!”
I winced and held my phone away from my ear. She was right. It was Friday night, and most twenty-five-year-old single women in Chicago would kill for an invitation like this. Kelsey was probably out at one of the hottest clubs in town, surrounded by gorgeous men. Of course, since she worked in fashion, most of them were probably gay, but hey, eye candy was eye candy.
Unfortunately, my schedule didn’t include a break for ogling handsome men, at least not tonight.
“I’m sorry, I have to work,” I said. “But have a drink for me, OK?”
Kelsey groaned. “You’ve been so boring ever since you landed this job!”
“You mean since I landed my dream job?” I laughed. Kelsey might look like a party girl, but she was a party girl with ambition. That’s why we were friends. She had big dreams too.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, but I could hear the smile in her voice. “Well, tonight your dream job is seriously cramping our dream social life.”
“Right now, my dream social life involves a bath and Netflix,” I countered.
“Like I said,” Kelsey said. “Bo-ring.”
“Depends on the movie,” I grinned. “I’ve got a set of trashy chick-flicks all lined up. You keep your party, I’m snuggling up with Chris Pine and Tom Hardy
tonight.”
Kelsey laughed. “OK, you win. Just remind me how much longer I’m going to be without my wing woman. When does this silly competition end?”
“It’s not silly,” I said. “Three people vying for one position is the complete opposite of silly.”
“They should just make you all fight it out to the death,” Kelsey suggested. “Might be more fun.”
“More fun for you,” I laughed. “Though, I bet Bryce and Lucinda would be down for hand-to-hand combat.”
Bryce and Lucinda were the two other junior associates at the firm. And all three of us knew that only one of us would be asked to stay at the end of the summer. We all wanted that slot. We all wanted it bad. Maybe a Hunger Games-style death match wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. I might have been slighter than frat boy Bryce, and less graceful than elegant, posh Lucinda, but I was scrappy. And scrappy usually won battles like that. Because we had to. Because we don’t have the option to fail.
“Come on,” Kelsey begged. “Just come out for a drink. Or two. Three, tops.”
“I can’t,” I told her. “Besides, even if I didn’t have work, Auntie Flo just came to town.”
“Your aunt is in town? Why didn’t you tell me?” Kelsey demanded.
“You’re having a blonde moment,” I teased her.
“You know I don’t have an Auntie named Flo because Auntie Flo means . . .” I gave her a moment to catch up.
“Oh right!” she laughed. “Well, fine. As long as Chris and Tom don’t mind. Next time, though, you and me are going out!”
“It’s a deal. Good night, Kelsey,” I told her.
“Good night, Alex,” she mimicked playfully and hung up.
I smiled, picked up my basket of precious supplies, and headed to the beauty supply aisle to grab a bag of bath salts. My new studio might have been lacking things like space or windows, but it did have a cute old claw-foot tub. And my case files could wait a half hour or so while I tried to soak my troubles away.