though he’d cast a spell on her. Tess told herself she wanted
to move, that she didn’t want Jake to think he was actually in control here.
But she just…didn’t move. Maybe she’d move later. She would
think about why later. Afterward. When she wasn’t quite so lightheaded
with lust, and with how much she wanted this.
Her shirt came off, unbuttoned and pulled down her arms by
unseen hands, leaving her standing there in a bra and jeans. And then in just
the jeans. He moved around in front of her again, letting her black-lace
demi-bra dangle from one finger and appraising her breasts frankly.
“Nice.”
Her moment of automatic vanity was short-lived, followed by
faint consternation as his examination took a more practical turn. Pitching the
bra to one side, Jake plumped both of her breasts and squeezed them together,
viewing the resulting arrangement with what seemed to be approval.
“Just big enough.”
She frowned again. Jake gave her a quick, tight smile and
dropped his hands to her jeans, unbuttoning and pushing them down her legs in a
series of jerks, working his way around to her back as he went. Her thong went
with them, and Tess’ pulse quickened as Jake felt his way back up her legs,
ending with his hands lightly skimming the bottom curves of her cheeks.
Naked. In Jake Hogan’s living room. Being inspected. Whatever she’d imagined over the years, it had never looked quite like this .
“Kick them off the rest of the way, please.”
Once she had, she tried to bring her feet back together,
only to find Jake’s much larger, booted foot blocking her from doing so. When
she started to step away, his hand wrapped in her hair, holding her in place.
Not pulling but not letting go. She stopped, shivering again. Words bubbled up
and she clamped them down, determined not to break. She didn’t even realize how
fast she was breathing until Jake spoke again, almost whispering in her ear.
“Easy, Tess. I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere.”
His breath was a brushfire on her dry-tinder nerves, setting
everything alight wherever it touched. Those few words melted her anxiety,
replacing it with a different tension altogether, and despite his admonition
not to move, Tess tilted her head into his hand, longing for more contact. Jake
let her come to rest against his shoulder, releasing her hair and reaching
around her. He stroked down her belly, pausing at the pubic hair she’d stopped
bothering to have waxed. Then down again, one finger curling inside her and
dipping in and out, in and out, in…and in.
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, and Tess realized he
hadn’t kissed her on the lips yet, had only touched her breasts once in a
practical, almost perfunctory way. He had violated the time-honored order of
things by jumping straight to the part where his finger was fucking in and out
of her and she was letting him. Gone to third without bothering to round first
and barely tagging second on the way. She should feel horrified, offended by his
presumption. Shouldn’t she? Instead she felt soothed by the caress, even as it
aroused her to the point of insanity.
With his free hand, Jake pointed to the bookcase next to the
mantle. “You see the wildcat?” Tess noted the purple-and-white mascot, the familiar
Northwestern logo on a giant foam finger that rested on one shelf in front of
the books. She nodded, too distracted by what his hand was doing between her
legs to wonder why he wanted to discuss his alma mater all of a sudden. “If you
can’t take something I’m doing, if you need me to stop, if it hurts too much,
you picture that and you say ‘Wildcats’. Everything will stop and we’ll talk.
It won’t count against the dare either. Do you understand?”
She nodded. Wildcats. Got it. Keep doing that with your
finger.
“But if we stop for that safeword, we stop for the night, so
make sure you’re absolutely certain before you go using it.” He slid his finger
out again, and Tess sighed
to move, that she didn’t want Jake to think he was actually in control here.
But she just…didn’t move. Maybe she’d move later. She would
think about why later. Afterward. When she wasn’t quite so lightheaded
with lust, and with how much she wanted this.
Her shirt came off, unbuttoned and pulled down her arms by
unseen hands, leaving her standing there in a bra and jeans. And then in just
the jeans. He moved around in front of her again, letting her black-lace
demi-bra dangle from one finger and appraising her breasts frankly.
“Nice.”
Her moment of automatic vanity was short-lived, followed by
faint consternation as his examination took a more practical turn. Pitching the
bra to one side, Jake plumped both of her breasts and squeezed them together,
viewing the resulting arrangement with what seemed to be approval.
“Just big enough.”
She frowned again. Jake gave her a quick, tight smile and
dropped his hands to her jeans, unbuttoning and pushing them down her legs in a
series of jerks, working his way around to her back as he went. Her thong went
with them, and Tess’ pulse quickened as Jake felt his way back up her legs,
ending with his hands lightly skimming the bottom curves of her cheeks.
Naked. In Jake Hogan’s living room. Being inspected. Whatever she’d imagined over the years, it had never looked quite like this .
“Kick them off the rest of the way, please.”
Once she had, she tried to bring her feet back together,
only to find Jake’s much larger, booted foot blocking her from doing so. When
she started to step away, his hand wrapped in her hair, holding her in place.
Not pulling but not letting go. She stopped, shivering again. Words bubbled up
and she clamped them down, determined not to break. She didn’t even realize how
fast she was breathing until Jake spoke again, almost whispering in her ear.
“Easy, Tess. I’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere.”
His breath was a brushfire on her dry-tinder nerves, setting
everything alight wherever it touched. Those few words melted her anxiety,
replacing it with a different tension altogether, and despite his admonition
not to move, Tess tilted her head into his hand, longing for more contact. Jake
let her come to rest against his shoulder, releasing her hair and reaching
around her. He stroked down her belly, pausing at the pubic hair she’d stopped
bothering to have waxed. Then down again, one finger curling inside her and
dipping in and out, in and out, in…and in.
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, and Tess realized he
hadn’t kissed her on the lips yet, had only touched her breasts once in a
practical, almost perfunctory way. He had violated the time-honored order of
things by jumping straight to the part where his finger was fucking in and out
of her and she was letting him. Gone to third without bothering to round first
and barely tagging second on the way. She should feel horrified, offended by his
presumption. Shouldn’t she? Instead she felt soothed by the caress, even as it
aroused her to the point of insanity.
With his free hand, Jake pointed to the bookcase next to the
mantle. “You see the wildcat?” Tess noted the purple-and-white mascot, the familiar
Northwestern logo on a giant foam finger that rested on one shelf in front of
the books. She nodded, too distracted by what his hand was doing between her
legs to wonder why he wanted to discuss his alma mater all of a sudden. “If you
can’t take something I’m doing, if you need me to stop, if it hurts too much,
you picture that and you say ‘Wildcats’. Everything will stop and we’ll talk.
It won’t count against the dare either. Do you understand?”
She nodded. Wildcats. Got it. Keep doing that with your
finger.
“But if we stop for that safeword, we stop for the night, so
make sure you’re absolutely certain before you go using it.” He slid his finger
out again, and Tess sighed
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