CHAPTERSEVEN
JAKE
Jake had slept with many women during his lifetime. It had been one of the ways he let off steam when the pressure from his family got to him; a sexy, lovely distraction. But that distraction really only lasted a night or two or maybe a few weeks. The novelty would wear off, often for both people, and they would both go their separate ways.
Jake knew as soon as he met Casey that something was different. Of course, she was a smoking-hot show, but he found himself wanting to discover every little inch of her personality, her foibles, her flaws, her deepest regrets, and her desires. She was a treasure trove full of wonders that he wanted to spend every aching second discovering.
It was nearly impossible for them to keep their hands off each other in the back of the limo. Casey had climbed on top of him and started grinding, making him growl as his cock throbbed below her. His place was too far; he was ready to take her right then and there, and judging by the feverish way she was rubbing herself against him, she was ready to get down too.
The driver pulled into the closest hotel possible. Jake had his hands up the back of Casey’s shirt, playing with the hook of her bra. When he felt the car park, he used a single expert motion and unclasped the three hooks that were holding her spectacular breasts together.
She immediately sat up with a shocked expression, placing both hands over her chest. “Jake!” she exclaimed, trying not to smile. “You are bad.”
Jake purred as he ran his hands up her thighs. He loved the way she looked in her low-rise jeans, but lord, a skirt would be fitting right then.
“You have no idea,” he whispered.
He nibbled on her neck before reaching for the door, helping her climb off him and stand on the concrete. He was feeling electric with excitement, grabbing Casey by the hand and running through the cascades of light thrown upon their feet.
She giggled as she ran with him, holding onto her chest as she moved. Jake felt transcendent as he looked back at her with her chestnut hair thrown back by the wind and sweet honey brown eyes like a cocoon of serenity.
Jake quickly checked them in, tapping his foot against the carpet flooring as the hotel staff punched them in. He had tried to adjust his pants so his erection wouldn’t be so obvious; he was thankful that, for once, he was wearing jeans.
“Okay, Mr. Gillespie,” the concierge said. “You will be staying in room 1408. Simply take the elevators to the fourth floor and on your right…”
“Thank you!”
Jake pulled Casey by the wrist as they jetted toward the elevator. He hammered down on the button, feeling impatient like a kid having to wait to walk slowly through a candy store.
“Someone is ready,” Casey whispered.
She leaned against his shoulder, one of her loose breasts touching his arm through her shirt. The lion within him growled with restlessness, causing teeth to protrude as he leaned into the nape of Casey’s neck.
“I was born ready for you, my darling,” he whispered.
He nibbled on her lightly just as the elevator doors parted open. He could sense, too, that she was eager; the core between her legs was pulsating like a rhythmic drum.
Jake was thankful that the elevator was empty or the occupants were going to be in for a show. They entered, hands moving all over each other’s bodies like slippery eels. The elevator was draped in mirrors, looking like something out ofPenthousemagazine.
Casey leaned back against Jake, pressing her ass into his hard cock as the elevator flew up a few floors. He thought he was going to lose himself right there as she bent forward, pressing her palms against the mirrors as she propped herself up into a doggy-style position.
“Fuck,” Jake muttered.
He took her by the hips and ground against her jeans, eliciting a sensual moan as she rubbed with a fervent intensity.
Her ass was incredible, juicy and voluptuous like the rest of her body. He was having tunnel vision as he dry-humped her in the elevator, worried for a second that he was ready to blow in his boxers.
“I want you so bad,” Casey crooned.
The elevator dinged before Jake had a chance to start unbuckling his jeans. In a dizzy haze, he took Casey by the wrist again, frantically searching for the room number. Casey pulled him in the opposite direction when they had traveled down the wrong hallway for a long, arduous minute.
“Down this way, stud,” she growled.
He smirked as it was her turn to lead him. He loved the way her jeans sat at her hips, teasing him with a slip of skin. He had never been so exquisitely primed in his life, the tension of their first sexual encounter probably just as tantalizing as the sex itself.
They found the room, and Casey tapped the keycard in hastily. They laughed as they swung the door open, with Casey leading him inside with both hands. Her eyes were blazing with desire, and more than anything else, he wanted to give in to her.
Jake had purchased the biggest suite available in the hotel. That meant there was a living room space with a large white couch and a big screen TV, plus a minibar and balcony. But the aesthetics of the room meant nothing to the two bursting lovers.