Take Me
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“Shh,” Jacob whispered. His tongue flicked her nipple. “I won’t leave you like this.”
He rose up and leaned back, his balls bumping her ass with each deep thrust. He moved his hand to her clit and tapped it with two fingers, before rubbing in deep, massaging circles and then tapping it again. He was playing her body like an instrument, and he knew exactly how to get the most sound of her. When she attained her peak again, he pinched her nipple with a harsh twist, adding to the hard, rhythmic pulsations gripping her womb, making her pu**y clench his pounding c**k as if trying to suck it dry. Pleasure, unlike anything in her experience, ripped through her.
“Fuck yes, Jacob. Yes!”
“That’s it, Amanda. Come hard. Come so f**king hard.”
She had no choice but to obey and when her body decided it had had enough, she collapsed into a trembling mass of boneless flesh on the sofa.
“Dear God, dear God,” she said between gasps. Her body, every part, quaked. She tried to open her eyes to look at the man responsible for her absolute rapture, but couldn’t get her eyelids to function properly. She hadn’t known it was possible to come that hard.
He pulled out and sat at the far end of the sofa.
What? “Aren’t you going to finish?” she said. Her voice was slurred, as if she’d had one too many margaritas.
“I think I’m ready for a dip in the hot tub. Care to join me?”
“Does a pig’s orgasm last thirty minutes?” She was pretty sure she’d just topped that.
His eyebrows drew together. “Um, yes?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
Chapter 7
How had this happened?
Shade sat in the steamy water of the hot tub, his delighted c**k buried deep in Amanda’s warmth. Facing his, her exhausted body rested against his chest, her head against his shoulder. He hadn’t still come—not for lack of pleasure. Shade wasn’t ready for this to end yet, so he relished the stall of his release. That meant he got to enjoy being inside Amanda all that much longer. But he was starting to worry that she was going to go into a coma. She’d been riding him with the determination of a second-place racehorse for well over fifteen minutes.
“Why haven’t you come yet?” she whispered. “I can’t move anymore.”
“It’s always like that for me. My first orgasm comes easy. The next one always takes forever. That’s why I was trying to finish watching that movie. I figured you’d need to conserve your energy.”
“Well, I’m glad I interrupted your plans.” He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “God, you made me come hard.”
“No need to call me God,” he teased.
He lifted a hand out of the water to stroke her hair, which was wet at the ends and sticking to her bare shoulders.
“My body disagrees.”
“Don’t wear yourself out. Relax for a little while.” He kissed the top of her head, confused by the tender feelings she evoked in him. It wasn’t that he never had feelings for a woman. Tenderness wasn’t usually one of them.
“Don’t you have a concert tomorrow night?” she asked.
“Yeah. In San Antonio.”
“Then you’re the one who needs to conserve your strength.”
“It doesn’t take too much energy to—what did you say I did?—strut around on stage for an hour.”
She laughed. “I was just poking at you.”
He shifted his hips to burrow deeper into her silky heat. “And now I’m poking at you.”
She laughed again and hugged him. “You can poke at me all you want, Mr. Silverton.”
“It’s a good thing you have summers off then.”
She shifted away to look at him with wide eyes, and he realized he’d allowed himself to get too comfortable. After tonight he wouldn’t be poking her at all. Why had he brought up the summer?
“Uh…” How in hell was he going to cover up that slip?
She collapsed against him again. “Not nice to joke about things like that, Mr. Silverton. My vagina has just found a new best friend. Don’t give her false hope that she’s going to get to hang out with him all summer when you know damned well she’ll be flying solo.”
Shade chuckled and gave her a squeeze. She’d let him off the hook so easily, which he appreciated, but part of him wanted her to demand he hang out with her all summer even if she kept her vagina to herself. “I have never met a woman like you, Amanda Lange.”
“I don’t believe that. I’m sure lots of vaginas consider your c**k their best friend.”
“Maybe, but they wouldn’t crack corny jokes about it.”
She shifted back to sit on his thighs and looked him in the eyes. “This isn’t good pillow talk, is it? Very unsexy. Sorry.”
“There isn’t a pillow in sight,” he said. “And even if you weren’t the sexiest woman who has ever been in my hot tub, I’d still enjoy your company.”
“Puh-lease,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I saw that woman who was waiting for you when we arrived. She was gorgeous. And she had enormous boobs.” Amanda held both hands in front of her chest, approximating the size of Veronica’s double D’s.
He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her down on his cock. “And yet you’re here, and she’s not.”
“Which makes me think it’s all about conquest for you.”
He laughed until he was blinking tears out of his eyes and holding the stich in his side. “If I’m the one being hunted, then I guess that’s the case.”
He didn’t have to chase women, they always chased him. And he didn’t mind it one bit.
“Maybe I should have posed more of a challenge and played hard to get.”
Seeing as she was currently sitting naked in a hot tub with him, impaled by his cock, it was too late for that. And he didn’t need the game, but he had to admit he’d wanted her for so long that having her was far more thrilling than his usual hook-ups.
Shade shifted forward so he could steal a kiss. “I waited for you long enough.”
“Five minutes? Or was it ten? Must be a new record for you. Would you prefer a medal or a trophy for your achievement—Jacob’s Longest Seduction?”
He chuckled again. “Stop making me laugh so much. I’m getting a stomach ache.”
“If I had the strength, I’d find myself otherwise occupied, but my legs refuse to move. My mouth seems to be working just fine though. If I had gills, I could go down on you.”
He rose up and leaned back, his balls bumping her ass with each deep thrust. He moved his hand to her clit and tapped it with two fingers, before rubbing in deep, massaging circles and then tapping it again. He was playing her body like an instrument, and he knew exactly how to get the most sound of her. When she attained her peak again, he pinched her nipple with a harsh twist, adding to the hard, rhythmic pulsations gripping her womb, making her pu**y clench his pounding c**k as if trying to suck it dry. Pleasure, unlike anything in her experience, ripped through her.
“Fuck yes, Jacob. Yes!”
“That’s it, Amanda. Come hard. Come so f**king hard.”
She had no choice but to obey and when her body decided it had had enough, she collapsed into a trembling mass of boneless flesh on the sofa.
“Dear God, dear God,” she said between gasps. Her body, every part, quaked. She tried to open her eyes to look at the man responsible for her absolute rapture, but couldn’t get her eyelids to function properly. She hadn’t known it was possible to come that hard.
He pulled out and sat at the far end of the sofa.
What? “Aren’t you going to finish?” she said. Her voice was slurred, as if she’d had one too many margaritas.
“I think I’m ready for a dip in the hot tub. Care to join me?”
“Does a pig’s orgasm last thirty minutes?” She was pretty sure she’d just topped that.
His eyebrows drew together. “Um, yes?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
Chapter 7
How had this happened?
Shade sat in the steamy water of the hot tub, his delighted c**k buried deep in Amanda’s warmth. Facing his, her exhausted body rested against his chest, her head against his shoulder. He hadn’t still come—not for lack of pleasure. Shade wasn’t ready for this to end yet, so he relished the stall of his release. That meant he got to enjoy being inside Amanda all that much longer. But he was starting to worry that she was going to go into a coma. She’d been riding him with the determination of a second-place racehorse for well over fifteen minutes.
“Why haven’t you come yet?” she whispered. “I can’t move anymore.”
“It’s always like that for me. My first orgasm comes easy. The next one always takes forever. That’s why I was trying to finish watching that movie. I figured you’d need to conserve your energy.”
“Well, I’m glad I interrupted your plans.” He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “God, you made me come hard.”
“No need to call me God,” he teased.
He lifted a hand out of the water to stroke her hair, which was wet at the ends and sticking to her bare shoulders.
“My body disagrees.”
“Don’t wear yourself out. Relax for a little while.” He kissed the top of her head, confused by the tender feelings she evoked in him. It wasn’t that he never had feelings for a woman. Tenderness wasn’t usually one of them.
“Don’t you have a concert tomorrow night?” she asked.
“Yeah. In San Antonio.”
“Then you’re the one who needs to conserve your strength.”
“It doesn’t take too much energy to—what did you say I did?—strut around on stage for an hour.”
She laughed. “I was just poking at you.”
He shifted his hips to burrow deeper into her silky heat. “And now I’m poking at you.”
She laughed again and hugged him. “You can poke at me all you want, Mr. Silverton.”
“It’s a good thing you have summers off then.”
She shifted away to look at him with wide eyes, and he realized he’d allowed himself to get too comfortable. After tonight he wouldn’t be poking her at all. Why had he brought up the summer?
“Uh…” How in hell was he going to cover up that slip?
She collapsed against him again. “Not nice to joke about things like that, Mr. Silverton. My vagina has just found a new best friend. Don’t give her false hope that she’s going to get to hang out with him all summer when you know damned well she’ll be flying solo.”
Shade chuckled and gave her a squeeze. She’d let him off the hook so easily, which he appreciated, but part of him wanted her to demand he hang out with her all summer even if she kept her vagina to herself. “I have never met a woman like you, Amanda Lange.”
“I don’t believe that. I’m sure lots of vaginas consider your c**k their best friend.”
“Maybe, but they wouldn’t crack corny jokes about it.”
She shifted back to sit on his thighs and looked him in the eyes. “This isn’t good pillow talk, is it? Very unsexy. Sorry.”
“There isn’t a pillow in sight,” he said. “And even if you weren’t the sexiest woman who has ever been in my hot tub, I’d still enjoy your company.”
“Puh-lease,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I saw that woman who was waiting for you when we arrived. She was gorgeous. And she had enormous boobs.” Amanda held both hands in front of her chest, approximating the size of Veronica’s double D’s.
He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her down on his cock. “And yet you’re here, and she’s not.”
“Which makes me think it’s all about conquest for you.”
He laughed until he was blinking tears out of his eyes and holding the stich in his side. “If I’m the one being hunted, then I guess that’s the case.”
He didn’t have to chase women, they always chased him. And he didn’t mind it one bit.
“Maybe I should have posed more of a challenge and played hard to get.”
Seeing as she was currently sitting naked in a hot tub with him, impaled by his cock, it was too late for that. And he didn’t need the game, but he had to admit he’d wanted her for so long that having her was far more thrilling than his usual hook-ups.
Shade shifted forward so he could steal a kiss. “I waited for you long enough.”
“Five minutes? Or was it ten? Must be a new record for you. Would you prefer a medal or a trophy for your achievement—Jacob’s Longest Seduction?”
He chuckled again. “Stop making me laugh so much. I’m getting a stomach ache.”
“If I had the strength, I’d find myself otherwise occupied, but my legs refuse to move. My mouth seems to be working just fine though. If I had gills, I could go down on you.”
