Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(31)

“Sweet Jesus on a Ferris wheel,” I whisper, which makes him choke on a laugh.

“What?”

I shake my head, staring at his body. This shouldn’t be a surprise to me—I can see how fit he is even with his clothes on, and he’s a high-level athlete, but having this ripped, naked body right there in front of me stuns me.

I reach out to touch, exploring with my eyes and my fingertips and palms—the ridges of muscle, the hot satiny skin, the small nipples. “Wow.”

His eyes darken and his sexy smile returns. “That sounds positive.”

“Oh yeah.”

He has to move off me to get rid of his jeans. He stands and takes his time with the button fly and then lowers them, almost like he’s doing a striptease and deliberately tormenting me. It takes a lot of confidence to do that and he clearly has that in spades. When he’s standing naked, I have to force myself to look at his cock.

My throat squeezes yet again. My skin burns everywhere, but even though I’m embarrassed and self-conscious and nervous, I want to see him. He’s so beautiful.

He grasps himself in one hand and gives a stroke. Wow. He’s not only big—um, almost scarily big—his cock is gorgeous too, with a beautifully shaped head and a prominent ridge down the underside. His balls are big and full, the hair surrounding his package thick and dark and masculine.

Now I want to touch him and taste him and I’m kind of regretting his decision that we’ll just watch each other. I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip.

He notices that and he grins. “Baby. You like what you see?”

“Again, you’re a cocky ass.” I smile. “But yes. I do.”

He—apparently clearer-minded than I am, or maybe he’s more experienced at this—grabs a couple tissues from a nearby box and settles into the arm at the other end of the couch.

I don’t know if I can stand it. It’s so erotic watching him—naked, one foot planted into the couch, the other on the floor, thighs widespread. I think my heart is stopping. His thighs are massive…and hairy…and between them…I can’t even breathe. I have never done anything like this.

My gaze tracks up from his junk, over those ripped abs and pecs, to his thickly muscled shoulders and then his face. His smile is slight but hot as he studies me too. “Open your legs, beautiful.”

Another tight swallow. My tongue comes out again to wet my lips and I slowly part my thighs. My hand slips between them helplessly. I need to touch myself so bad.

Jacob’s hand is stroking up and down over his shaft in slow, firm movements. Heat coils tight and low inside me. First I press my hand over my *, pulsing against my palm. Then I let my fingers slip deeper and they find wet. So much wet.

This is super hot, but God, I want to touch him. My fingers tingle with the need to feel the soft skin of his inner thighs, to weigh the fullness of his balls and measure the girth of his cock.

“That’s it.” He gives himself another pull but watches me with hooded eyes. “Touch yourself. Are you wet, baby?”

“So wet.” I dip deeper with my middle finger, then circle it over my clit. “You made me so wet.”

“Good. Because you made me this hard.”

I bite my lip, watching him, mesmerized. I’m so close, this is going to be over like a firecracker. I don’t want it to be over that fast, so I stop.

Jacob reaches down with his other hand to cup his balls.

I moan. “That’s so hot.”

“Fuck yeah. Look at that pretty *, all pink and wet.”

Oh my God, I’m dying here.

“Next time I’m going to taste you,” he promises, his voice low and gruff. “I’m going to lick you until you come.”

I make another strangled-sounding noise and resume my self-pleasuring.

“And then I want to f*ck that sweet, hot little *.”

I whimper.

“Do you want my cock inside you, gorgeous girl?”

I can’t even speak. He’s both embarrassing me and turning me on. I’ve never been with a guy like him, who’s talking through this and making this whole make-out/masturbation session so scorching hot I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

“Tell me,” he goes on. “Do you want me inside you?”

My cried-out “Yes” is strangled by my orgasm as the tension coiling inside me spirals up so fast and hard, sensation explodes inside me and shimmers out to my fingertips and toes.

“Oh yeah, that’s beautiful.” He grunts and the couch is moving as his hand jerks faster on his shaft. I’m limp and languid but I want to see him come too, so I roll my head and force open my eyes. His head is back, his jaw tight as he jacks himself. His hand moves fast, up and over the head, then down again, and then he lets out a long groan. His hand slows and semen lands on his ridged belly in one long pulse after another. With a last slow movement, he squeezes his cock and then releases it. It’s still big and beautiful.

Jacob opens his eyes and meets mine. Sparks arc between us. My eyes are glued to his magnificence.

“I can’t believe we did that,” I whisper.

His lips lift into a lazy smile. “I believe it.” He glances ruefully at the mess on his stomach and grabs the tissues to clean himself up. He stands and looks around for somewhere to deposit them.