Could he be any f**king hotter?
Jake kisses me once on the mouth, and then I feel his body move down mine.
All I can hear is Joe Elliott’s rough vocals in my ear. I feel the heavy drum and electric guitar pumping through the metal of the car, vibrating against my skin, and Jake’s mouth on me.
He frees my swollen breast from my bra and runs his tongue around my nipple, taking my breast into his mouth.
I groan, feeling it between my legs via the tethered line to my sex. I push my fingers into his thick hair, winding them into it.
Jake repeats the motion with my left breast, while his hand caresses the right. He rubs the peak of my nipple between his thumb and forefinger almost to the point of pain. Pleasure pain.
It feels even better in the dark. Feeling, not seeing. And it’s so very f**king hot.
Jake kisses down my stomach, I feel his tongue and hot breath moving over my highly sensitised skin. He dips his tongue into my navel, and then I feel his fingers tracing the line between my panties and skin.
“New ones?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head.
Jake rips them off, and I swear to God I’m sure I feel his teeth against me when he does.
Did he just tear my panties off with his teeth?
Holy f**king hotness!
I honestly don’t think I’ve ever being as turned on as I am right now.
I’m about ready to jump up, tear his clothes off, and shag him senseless, when I feel Jake’s finger touch my sex. My hips jerk in response. Holding me down with one hand spanning my stomach, he moves his finger between my cleft, stroking gently, then up over my throbbing clit.
“So wet,” he murmurs.
I so absolutely am. And I’m so absolutely desperate for the feel of his tongue on me that I’m getting ready to beg if he doesn’t put it there in the next five seconds.
He removes his finger from me, the loss of momentary contact almost painful.
Then I feel his tongue on me, and lights explode behind my eyelids.
“Ah,” I moan in absolute pleasure, relaxing into the feel of his mouth on me.
I feel Jake’s finger enter me slowly, as his tongue teases and explores. In goes another finger, stretching me, readying me for his huge cock.
This is going to be over very quickly. It’s just so insanely erotic that I can’t even find the will to want to hold off.
“Oh God, Jake…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
My whole body is trembling. The sensation and rise working higher and higher. Jake’s fingers move harder, in and out, his tongue mercilessly taking me over to complete bliss.
My fingernails scratch over the paintwork as I try to find something to cling to. Sweat mists my skin. My body writhes from the torturous pleasure Jake is giving me.
“Come,” he commands.
A lick, a stroke, and…
“Fuck, Jake!” I scream his name out as the most mind-blowing orgasm tears through my body, literally lifting me up off the car.
After very long moments of intense, serious pleasure, I drop back down to earth, my limbs gooey, relaxed. The tension of our earlier fight very much forgotten.
I hear the zipper on Jake’s pants open.
I love that sound.
Jake moves between my legs, nudging them farther apart with his hips. I can feel the denim of his jeans against my thighs. I love that he hasn’t even waited to take them off. He wants me so badly that the longest he can wait is to get it out of his pants.
I feel the head of his c**k pressing at my entrance.
He pulls the blindfold off my eyes. Staring down at me with a blazing gaze, teeth gritted, he says, “I’m going in hard, baby. I need to f**k you raw. You ready?”
I know he has barely any control right now, I can see it in the clench of his jaw, the dark of his eyes. The only thing on his mind right now is the fighting need to come, f**king me until he’s dry.
“I’m so ready,” I breathe.
Jake slams into me.
I cry out at the feel of him filling me, exquisitely stretching me to the extreme like only he can.
“Jesus,” he groans, stilling momentarily.
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into me, and then he starts to move hard and fast, pounding into me over and over.
Grunts and groans emit from Jake, the scent of our unrestrained sex flowing into me with every ragged breath I take, driving me closer to the edge of another orgasm.
Jake drives into me with a deep-seated force, his fingers finding me, spreading me, aiding to drive my second orgasm to the brink.
“You’re mine. Say it, Tru.”
“I’m yours,” I cry out.
“You’ll always be mine,” he growls. “God, you’re just so f**kin’ sexy, so hot…I need…I need…”
I know what he needs.
“Córrete para mí, cariño!” I say in a commanding tone.
Jake yells out an expletive, and then I feel him pumping his sweet liquid into me.
My own orgasm takes over, my muscles tensing and contracting around his cock.
When Jake is empty of everything he has, he leans over me, still inside me, resting his chest heavily against mine. Our slick skin sticking together, he kisses my lips gently.
“I’m sorry I was a jealous ass tonight,” he says against my mouth.
“Were those orgasms part of the apology?”
“Did they work?”
“Oh, absolutely.” I smile. “I’m sorry I was jealous too.”
“All forgotten, right?”