When We Fall (Take the Fall, #2)(21)

“Oh, God.” I am so close.

“Not yet, baby. Need you to come on my tongue.” Jase lets my nipple pop out of his mouth.

Kissing his way down my body, I have no time to think that he can see me. All of me. He doesn’t let me. With a soft inhalation of air, he settles between my thighs, gives me the most seductive look I’ve ever seen in my life, and then licks me.

Crying out his name, I grab his hair. He licks me again and again, then begins to draw circles around my clit with his tongue, frustrating me to no end. I want an end to the torture, yet I don’t want him to stop.

A long finger slides inside of me and I moan loudly, fisting his hair as my body begins to convulse. He scrapes his teeth over my clit and then sucks it into his mouth. My body flies apart. I scream, sob his name, and attempt to hold him in place, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps licking at me…stroking me…making me come undone in a way that I never expected.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I chant.

In answer, he adds another finger and presses up. My body tightens in on itself. He uses his fingers to…draw something inside of me, and I fall apart once more.

“Mine,” he says, his hot breath puffing against my sensitized skin as my breathing slows. My heart is still pounding against my chest and I’m half surprised I didn’t have an asthma attack.

Even more surprising is the fact that Jase didn’t go running from my bed. He stayed. Call me silly, call me stupid, and a child, but right here, right now, the man who’s so intent on pleasuring me is the one. I know it’s not my hormones talking. I’ve felt this way for years, even while he wasted his life away in prison. I never stopped thinking about him.

“I missed you so much,” I blurt, and he peers up at me. The splash of color along the bridge of his nose turns his eyes into a startling blue color so vivid and endless that I want to drown in them.

“What?” He wipes the corner of his mouth, which is shiny from me, and then sucks on his fingers. The same fingers that were just in me.

I blush fiercely, embarrassed at my outburst and at what he did. I can’t help it; I can’t separate my emotional state from my physical one. It’s one and the same with me.

“While you were in prison, I missed you,” I impulsively admit.

“Did you?” He presses a small kiss to my inner thigh, making me quiver. “Would you be surprised to know that I missed you, too?”

“Yes, I’m pretty forgettable—when it comes to guys.” And my own family.

“Even after they saw you like this—not that I’m very happy about it.”

“Um…they…no guy…I’m a virgin.” There. I admitted the truth. Before now only Rowan knew about my lack of sexual experience.

His forehead creases a little as he crawls up my body, kissing me as he goes. Without responding at all to my confession, he licks my nipples, one at a time, and then fuses his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and that alone makes my pulse race.

“Did you hear what I said?” I gasp into his mouth.

There’s a low rumble from deep inside his chest. “Yeah, I heard you. I’m trying to come to grips with it.”

“You don’t sound very happy,” I say softly.

Jase leans back a little to gaze into my face. “I’m not unhappy. In fact…it turns me on. More than it should.”

Boldly, I slip my hands between us, down his ripped abs and to his jeans. I finish unbuttoning them and shove them down, along with his briefs. His cock springs free, the head a purplish-red. Precum leaks from the tip and I swirl it around with my finger.

“That’s incredibly hot,” I whisper, looking up at him. “Turns me on, too.”

His gaze turns fierce. “You’re not scared?”

“Of this?” I wrap my hand around the base and squeeze lightly.

He groans. A look of pleasure and pain makes his skin stretch tight over his cheekbones. “Yeah.”

“A little,” I admit. “You’re not exactly what I’d call a one-size-fits-all type of guy. More like extra-extra-large plus.” He laughs, and I grin. “Like huge. Ginormous.”

“Okay. Okay. I get it. My ego loved the stroking, but my dick needs more attention.”

“What should I do?”

His hand comes around mine and he rolls to one side. “Stroke me.”

“Show me what you like.” I kiss him, slipping my tongue inside his mouth. “Show me how to make you come. I want to learn. Teach me.”

“Fuck…that mouth of yours,” he groans.

Our hands begin to move, courtesy of his guidance. Forcing myself to stop kissing him, I watch, I learn…I move his hand away and attempt to do it all on my own. His hips jerk with my movements, his body a work of art as the muscles beneath his skin flex and move. The tattoos on his body are so sexy that I want to lick him while I do this.

“Can you suck me off, Piper? Just a little?” he asks, his voice pleading. He throws an arm over his face, hiding his eyes. “Shit. Don’t listen to me. You’re doing great. Such a good student.”

He wants my mouth. I can give him my mouth. Leaning over him, I touch the tip of his erection with my tongue, then lick him like I would ice cream in a cone. He lets out a ragged groan.