Dangerous Lies(33)

Jake shook his head. “No respect.”

I grinned. “He’s a cat.”

His lip quirked upward. “True.” His hand flexed against mine, rubbing the nail on my thumb with the pad of his finger. “So, the best you’ve slept in a long time, yeah?”

I nodded, half of my face hiding in the plush pillow.

“Good. Means you’ll have a wonderful day. What would you like to do?”

My eyelids fluttered, a warmth spreading across my cheeks. Building courage, I uncovered myself from the sheet and found my knees.

My breasts were in full view, and Jake wasn’t making any effort to peel his eyes away from them. I liked that he was infatuated with my body. For so long, I didn’t think it was up to par, comparing myself to the fake boob platinum blondes in the porn videos Martin insisted we watch. Jake looked at me with hunger and appreciation.

Slyly, I pulled the sheet that was covering his hips down and guided him to lay on his back. His cock was thick against his stomach. It twitched when I gazed at it. I licked my lips, then met his eyes. His playful smile was gone, waiting in anticipation for what I was going to do.

I wanted to return the favor from last night. He had given me two orgasms with his mouth, enjoying every second of it just as much as I did. He deserved to feel pleasure, but I wasn’t very good at this part. I could never relax enough, and would gag way before I was supposed to. Martin got angry when I couldn’t deliver to his standards. He’d shove my head down, and made the situation extremely uncomfortable.

Jake found my cheek with his hand. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” his words were as gentle as his stroke.

I closed my eyes and licked my lips. “I want to, I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

Jake chuckled under his breath. “That’s not possible. If we’re on the same page, there’s only one way it would be uncomfortable.”

My eyes popped open. “What page are you on?”

He sucked in his bottom lip and motioned to his dick with his hand. “By the way your eyes are glued to my donger, I assume you’re contemplating giving it a go.”

I smiled at his slang words. “A go?” My hand slyly inched up his thigh, running two fingers up the shaft. My touch was miniscule, but his steel-hard cock pulsed, eager for more contact. “That could be left up to interpretation.”

He came up on his elbows and watched my hand. “Christ, woman.”

I smiled in triumph, but was still unsure. “I’m not very good at it.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said while clearing his throat.

Taking a deep breath, I curled my fingers around his girth. He was smooth and soft, yet as hard as a rock in my hand. My core clenched while I stroked him from root to tip, then back down again. The well-trimmed pubic hair tickled my pinky when I hit the base.

He hissed through his teeth, and moisture of pre-come beaded the tip of his cock.

Semen wasn’t something that turned me on, especially when I was with Martin. I never understood my peers’ novels and how they described the man’s seed being erotic and enticing, luring the woman to crave the taste. But with Jake, I was beginning to understand.

Having his fluid mesh into the skin of my stomach was hot. It was as if he were blended with me now, a perfect piece of him for me to burn into my skin and keep with me forever.

Licking my lips, I bent down, keeping my hand on his cock and planting my tongue on the end of his manhood, indulging in the small drop. It was salty yet sweet, a slight thickness to it, and I was curious for more.

Wrapping my lips around the tip, I gently sucked, getting a feel for his size. Martin had nothing on Jake when it came to the length and girth. In fact, Jake was right up there with the porn stars I had etched into my brain from the video’s Martin insisted we watch.

“That feels amazing,” he sighed, resting his head back into the pillow. His hand found my lower back, gently massaging up and down my spine. It helped calm me, and I was able to suck further, bringing him deeper into my mouth. He palmed the curve of my spine and groaned.

Was he really enjoy this? I was being timid, but maybe that’s what he liked? That I was going slow and exploring, afraid I’d nick him with my teeth or move my tongue the wrong way.

My hand continued rubbing him, thrusting up and tapping against my chin, then back down to his scrotum. I bravely sucked deeper with my mouth, the motion of my hand becoming less from the depth I could take in with my mouth.

“Play with my knackers,” he grunted. I scowled, his what?

“Huh?” I hummed, the vibration of my voice surrounding his dick.

“Jesus, my testicles,” he hissed, trailing his hand to my ass, grabbing a handful of skin.

Taking my hand from his shaft, I roamed lower, gently massaging the sack of skin that held two big lumps.

“Yeah, just like that,” he moaned, moving his hand across my ass and squeezing the other cheek.

I swallowed with his cock in my mouth, making room for more of him down my throat. The thought of my lips pressing against his pelvic bone while his entire cock was down my throat made me insane with lust. I was up for the challenge of taking him completely in my mouth. It helped that Jake remained perfectly still, not thrusting upward and into my mouth. He let me take my time and become comfortable with what I could handle.