It’s uncoordinated and desperate. No tenderness. This is hard, starved-for-each-other kissing.
Mouths slipping over each other’s, Jake’s hand takes hold of my neck. Thumb against my throat, he tilts my head back farther, giving him better access. His tongue is plunging deep into my mouth, practically fucking it, and I love it.
I’m all but climbing his body trying to get closer to him. My hands are everywhere.
Jake’s mouth moves from mine, down my neck, biting and sucking. I moan and grind myself against his erection, wanting him badly.
His hand moves down, tracing the cup of my bra through the sheer fabric of my top.
I reach my hand lower, cupping him through his jeans. Jake groans and pushes himself into my hand.
I’m just about to open his zipper, when he steps back, breaking contact.
My heart is beating out of my chest and nearly leaps from it when he says, “Lose the clothes, sweetheart, and sit up on the hood.”
My eyes are fixed to his. I’m lost in him totally and completely. We are outside, and Jake wants us to have sex on the hood of his car.
Honestly, I can’t wait to sit myself up there.
I lose all my inhibitions around Jake. There is nothing I fear doing when I’m with him. Or fearing doing for him.
I pull my top over my head, dropping it on the car, then unzip my skirt at the back, pushing it down over my hips.
I watch Jake watching me, loving the way his eyes devour every naked inch that I reveal to him.
No one has ever looked at me before the way he does. Like I am the only person in the whole world. That having me—being inside me—is the only thing that will ever matter to him.
Stepping out of my skirt, I pick it up and drop it on the car.
I’m about to kick my shoes off, when Jake says in a rough voice, “Keep the heels on.”
I step back, letting my ass meet with the car. I sit up on it, hooking my heels into the bumper, the paintwork warm on my skin from the heat of the engine.
Now I’m closer to the car, I can make out the song that has just started to play. “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard.
Jake obviously registers the song too, because the tilt of his head and the inferred smile he gives practically has me wetting my panties.
Holy fuck.
Jake approaches, removing his T-shirt as he does. He tosses it onto the car and moves past me. My eyes follow him as he leans in through the open window.
I hear the music grow louder.
Then Jake is back, coming to stand between my legs, he leans against me, chest on chest, reaching over my shoulder, he grabs for something, and then I feel the silky fabric of my top brush over my skin.
“Do you trust me?” he murmurs.
My body starts to tremble, knowing where he’s going with this.
I nod slowly, my eyes captivated by his.
I watch as Jake twists my silk top into a thin strip of fabric. He brings it to rest over my eyes, tying it in a tight knot at the back of my head.
“Lie back,” he whispers in my ear.
I do as he says, my whole body quaking with nerves and sexual excitement.
We’re out in the open. Dave is at the top of the track, playing guard. I’m blindfolded by my own top, and Jake is about to make love to me on his sexy Aston Martin with “Pour Some Sugar on Me” playing in the background.
Could he be any fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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…”