Chapter 14
It turned out Jake’s apartment was right upstairs in the same building. I had a moment of confusion about why he would want me to move into his own building when there were so many other properties he could have suggested. When we ended our affair, it would have been far less messy if he didn’t have to see me everyday. In the end, I decided it was impossible to figure out how his brain worked. His thinking was too convoluted for a mere human like me to puzzle out.
I was right. He lived in the penthouse. It was humungous and not at all what I expected. But then, neither was the man, an inner voice reminded me. I thought it would be like his office, stark and cold, but it wasn’t. The décor was very masculine, with liberal use of leathers and wood, but it was offset with warm touches, like expressive paintings on the walls and accent furniture pieces in bold colors. Yes, it had the professional stamp of an interior designer, but I felt Jake’s personality come out in many of the elements.
Jake guided us directly to his master bedroom. I only got an impression of a large room dominated by a king-sized bed covered with dark sheets before I found myself in his sumptuous bathroom, which could fit my bathroom ten times over. The shower looked like it could accommodate a football team.
He started to unbutton my blouse and I swatted away his hand. “Jake! What are you doing?”
“We’re taking a shower together.” He smirked. “To save time, of course.”
After the intense intimacy, I wanted a few moments to myself. “I’m sure you have more than one shower. I’ll use the other one.”
His arm snaked around my waist as I tried to walk out. His nose nuzzled into the side of my neck and my stupid knees grew weak. “Stay baby. I want to take a shower with my girlfriend.”
His girlfriend? My knees weakened and I stayed. I had never taken a shower with a man and I was both apprehensive and intrigued.
He turned on the spray and adjusted the temperature. No less than seven streams of water jetted from overhead and the sides of the walls.
I had started to unbutton my blouse, but he took over, telling me he wanted to undress me. At first I was self-conscious about exposing my curves, but his lustful looks and words of praise told me he wasn’t disappointed I wasn’t a size four. I slowly relaxed, gaining confidence that Jake loved my body.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing.” He pushed my blouse off my shoulders, staring at my plain white bra like it was the sexiest lingerie. Without taking his eyes off of my chest, he reached behind me and expertly unhooked my bra. As if he were savoring the moment, he slowly peeled off my garment until my breasts were fully revealed.
I could feel the tide of pink washing over my chest all the way to my hairline as his eyes moved over me hungrily.
With a muffled curse he brought his hands up to cup my breasts. “Baby, you’re more beautiful than I could have imagined. Your skin is so soft. Your nipples are begging for my mouth.” Bending his head, he licked around my areola and I felt my legs buckle under me.
I clasped his forearms to hold me up. He took my weight easily and continued to torture my nipples until they were hard and distended and I cried out with each pass of his tongue. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall onto the tiled floor. Still supporting me, he looked down at my lower body.
“You’re so pretty and pink.” He started to reach for me, then changed his mind. “Step into the shower or we’ll never get clean.”
I turned around and walked under the water and gasped as the pulsing jets massaged my body. It felt utterly decadent.
Through the fog of the steam, I saw Jake shuck off his clothes and I wished I had been the one to undress him.
Then he was in the shower with me.
I didn’t realize how greedy I was to see him naked until now. Even as the water was running into my eyes, I didn’t want to blink.
I was right to call him a Greek god. Every inch of his body was sculpted by a master. He was lean and muscular, with a ripped chest and a washboard stomach. His longs legs were hard columns and I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw what hung between them. From a base nestled in dark curls, his veiny shaft curved upward, widening into a mushroom shaped head. It was long and thick and I had a hard time believing he had fit into my body.
“Enjoying the view?”
My eyes darted up to see aquamarine eyes dancing in amusement. Deciding I didn’t want to feed his ego, I sniffed and turned my back on him. “I’m sure you’ve got plenty of female admirers.”
I bent down to pick up his bottle of shampoo and I almost slipped and fell when his hands groped my ass. I shrieked. My back snapped straight so fast, my vertebrae made a cracking sound. My hands slapped onto the slippery tiles.
“But your opinion is the only one that counts.”
I pretended his sweet talk didn’t affect me even though my insides melted into a puddle. Jake was a natural charmer.
He kneaded my buttocks and hauled my back against his front. He was fully hard again. I wiggled slightly against him and smiled when he muttered a curse under his breath.
“I’m going to take your ass one of these days.”
The dark promise sent shock and I had to admit, anticipation, buzzing through me. I’d never considered anal sex before, but with Jake, I wanted to try everything.
His thumbs met at the top of my crevice and swept down until he touched my rosebud. It felt forbidden and erotic.
A little moan escaped and Jake turned my head so he could take my mouth. When he let go, he whispered into my ear, “I’m going to do all the dirty things I’ve dreamed of to you. Now that you’re mine, all bets are off.”
Forgetting about my aching body, I started to turn toward him, but to my surprise, he held me still and plucked the bottle from my hands. Pouring the liquid into his palm, he proceeded to shampoo my hair and then sudsed up his hands with shower gel to wash my body. It felt so luxurious to have someone take care of me.
But getting me clean didn’t seem to be at the top of his priority list. No, his number one goal was to torment me. He stroked and fondled every part of me until I was ready to attack him, sore body or not.
Then somehow I found my back pressed against the shower tiles with one leg slung over his shoulder and his face between my thighs. He sucked and licked my pussy until I was screaming like a banshee. The orgasm was so intense I didn’t even have energy left to be embarrassed. I didn’t have any previous experience with oral sex, but seeing stars surely was a sign that Jake had excellent technique. As to how he acquired the skills, I had to forcefully bury the nauseating thought.
When I regained strength in my legs, I insisted I get a turn at making him crazy or as I told him, “helping him.” I let him wash his own hair since the height difference made it uncomfortable for both of us.
Copying his earlier motions, I ran my soapy hands over his chest and arm muscles, making sure I cleaned every inch. I loved the feel of his taut skin under my palms. As the water rinsed off the soap, I followed the streams of water with my lips and tongue. His breathing became more labored as I worked down his rippling abs. I came ever closer to his swollen penis, but at the last second I bypassed touching him. I giggled when he accused me of being a tease, enjoying the playful side of being with him. When I slid down onto my knees to wash his legs, he turned down the shower to a gentle rain and braced his arms against the shower walls.
“Please, baby. Touch my cock.” His voice was hoarse with need.
I peered up at Jake and was awed by the desire flaring in his eyes as he returned my gaze. This gorgeous man really wanted plain Cora Branton.
Tentatively, I wrapped one hand around his base while the other stroked his flared crest. He felt like raw silk wrapped around iron. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but Jake seemed to enjoy my touch. He grunted and thrust his hips toward me. Emboldened by the effect I had on him, I started to stroke his length, marveling at the satiny texture of his skin.