“You never told me,” he said, “if it vibrates.”
For a moment, she was so dizzy with sensation she barely knew what he was talking about. But then she remembered Jacob holding up her sex toy, studying it with those all-seeing eyes and asking careful, clinical questions. She squirmed, breathless, and found herself wrapping a leg around the length of his body, as if she could pull him between her thighs.
“I—it—does vibrate,” she said, “but I never turn it on because I don’t want you to hear.”
His gaze darkened at that, his strong hand kneading her breast. The way he touched her—he was like some marauding bandit claiming the gold he’d plundered, and the decisive, shameless want of it all made heat creep up her throat and desperation slick her thighs.
“That was probably for the best,” he informed her, before bending his head to suckle her again. Long, hot, slow pulls that tugged at her clit just as surely as they tugged her nipple.
Eve whined and arched her back. “I need to . . .” Her hand slid down toward the apex of her thighs—but on the way she got distracted by Jacob’s delicious body, still fully clothed but so hot and so his. She ran a hand down his side, and he looked up.
“Hard,” he said. “If you touch me, make it hard.”
She blinked before pressing firmer against him. “Like this?”
“More.”
For a moment, she wanted to hold back, but—well. He was literally asking for it. “This?” She pressed harder and sank her nails into his skin through his shirt.
He released a hiss of pleasure, his eyes drifting shut. “Yeah. Fuck.” His voice was hoarse.
“Everywhere?”
“Everywhere. Always. Can you do that for me?”
“Oh, happily.”
His grin was a quicksilver thing made crooked by arousal. “Good.”
She dragged up his shirt, raking her nails over his chest as she went, exposing him inch by inch. “Mmm. Keep licking me. Wait—can I take this off? Wait—would you lick me somewhere else?”
He laughed softly against her skin, then laved his tongue over her breast again before murmuring, “Can’t decide, Sunshine?”
“I think I just want it all.”
“Then you can have it.” He paused. “Except taking my shirt off is a bit of a mission, so we’ll just have to undo the buttons for now.”
Eve giggled, and then he rose up for a moment to let her carry out the task. She splayed the halves of his shirt open and tried not to drool at the raw power of his long, lean body while he reached for the table and produced—oh, God—her dildo. Also known as M’Baku. Not that she’d ever admit to naming it.
“So,” he said as he crawled down the bed, “you fuck yourself with this.”
Her throat felt thick as she replied, “Yes.”
“Fuck yourself, and nothing else?”
“Yes.” The word was strained and breathy this time, because he was tugging at the waistband of her leggings. Tugging them down, down, down, and when they didn’t come easy, he tugged harder with an impatience that made her moan. She rushed to aid him in the leggings removal, kicking them off and laughing when he literally threw them aside.
“And you like that?” he asked as he settled between her thighs. His face hovered right over her cotton-clad pussy, and fuck, all she wanted to do was grab him by the hair and shove his mouth against her clit, hard—but he was being focused again, which was just as good. Focused on her, focused on words, his hazy blue eyes focused on her mouth. “You like fucking yourself, and nothing else?” he repeated, the question a growl. “That makes you come?”
“If I do it hard enough,” she whispered, “and deep enough.”
He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut, and she felt the bed rock as he thrust his hips against the mattress. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, watching him in fascination. He was . . . losing it. Losing it in a way she’d never seen before, his hand shaking as he toyed with the lacy edge of her knickers. Losing it because of her.
God, that was hot. That was so fucking hot she might die.
“I’m going to do this,” he said, almost to himself, “and then I’m going to leave you the hell alone.”
She bit her lip. “What if I don’t want you to leave me alone?”
His jaw tightened. “There are—rules, Eve. Social rules. I know what they are. I learned them.”
“So did I,” she shot back. “Maybe I just don’t care.”
“Because you want me so badly?” he asked sardonically. As if that couldn’t possibly be the reason, and he’d hear nothing to the contrary. Before she could begin to formulate the right response to that—before she could even put her finger on just how wrong it was—he continued. “I shouldn’t be doing this, but look . . .” His voice cracked as he finally glanced down at her pussy. “God, look at you. I’ll just—”
“What?” she demanded breathlessly, her hips lifting without permission, chasing the soft, swollen invitation of his mouth.
“I’ll just help you a little bit,” he said, as if that was a perfectly reasonable way to describe fucking someone with a giant purple dildo. And she was pretty sure he intended to fuck her with a giant purple dildo. Because he put it carefully down beside him, as if he’d need it later, and then he hooked a finger into the damp fabric of her underwear and pushed it aside, just enough to expose her desperate pussy. “I’ll warm you up,” he murmured, “and then I’ll help you.”
“Jacob—”
He bent his head and pressed his tongue against her pussy. Eve almost screamed, the rush of pleasure was so intense. It seemed to fold out and out and out from her middle until it had taken over her entire body. Violently.
“Mmm,” he murmured, the sound vibrating through her, and then the breadth of his tongue spread her open. Slowly, thoroughly, he laved the swollen bud of her clit.
“Oh, God,” she whined, her hands falling to grasp his hair. “Oh, God.” She tugged, almost viciously, and he moaned.
Then he licked her again. She might have screamed a little bit, at that point.
Jacob looked up, his grin wicked and satisfied, his lips glossy with her wetness. “You better tell me what you want.”
“Jacob.” She raised one hand to her own breast, squeezed it hard and pretended it was him. All she needed was him.
“Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me,” he ordered, “and I’ll learn this, too.”
“God,” she choked out, “why the fuck are you so—sexy?”
“For you,” he said, “obviously.”
She kind of wanted to smack him, but, like, in a hot way. More than that, though—“I want you to fuck me.”
“Is that so?” he asked softly, bending his head to her cunt again. His mouth, tender but firm, brushed against her folds as he spoke. “Let me guess. You want something nice and long and thick inside you. Here.” He pushed the tip of his tongue into her sensitized entrance and Eve’s entire body jerked as if shocked with pleasure.
“Now,” she gasped, her nerves humming with the urge to just—to just grab him and drag him higher and yank him out of those jeans.