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“When do we need to be back downstairs?” Jake’s rummaging around in the mini fridge. “Javy challenged Bradshaw to a dance-off and someone needs to be there to record it.”
“Am I supposed to keep you from recording, or getting in on it?” You lay back on the bed, enjoying the icy blast of the air conditioning. It was muggy and hot in the ceremony hall, and the hotel room wasn’t much better.
“There’s not enough to drink in here to get me involved in that.”
You can hear him open a bottle, liquid pouring into a plastic cup. “Are you staying in your whites for the reception?”
He grins at you, raising the cup in your direction. “Didn’t you say something about ripping them off of me with your teeth in the elevator?”
“I said a lot of things.” You roll onto your side, getting a better look at him.
Golden skin glows against the crisp white, and he carries himself differently while wearing them. Shoulders back, chest out, masculinity dripping from every pore. Fresh shaven, not a single hair out of place, the subtle hardness of his jaw, and gleam in his eye, paired with the pride of the highly decorated uniform he wore—it got you wet. You weren’t sure if you wanted to send a thank-you card to the inventor of dress whites or slap them. Another part of you was so glad they were paraded out occasionally, and this time it was for a happy celebration.
“See something you like darlin?” He sets the cup down on the counter, approaching the bed. That easy grin, complete with dimples and eye crinkles beams down at you when he bumps against the mattress, and you turn over onto your back.
“I do like you.”
“That keeps me going. Every single day baby.” He braces over you, capturing your mouth in a slow easy kiss. One kiss turns into two, three, and you stop counting, losing your train of thought when his hands slide under your dress lifting it to your hips.
“This also keeps me going,” his hands slide up between your thighs cupping the warmth between your legs. Fingers slide against the lace of your panties, teasing through the damp that had gathered.
He groans against the softness of your thigh, that slow lingering touch continuing. “You get so wet for me so easily. Fucking love that.” His weight leaves your body long enough to undo the buttons of his uniform shirt, carefully hanging it on the back of the computer chair.
“Jake, they’re going to notice if we’re late.”
“It’s fine,” he murmurs, his warm hands returning to your body, easing your panties down. “I want to take care of my girl. Then we’ll go down and party with everyone else.” His mouth teases along your folds. “Come on baby. Let me do this for you.” He licks, dragging his tongue slowly against you.
Your hands find purchase in his hair, and he nudges your legs further apart with his shoulders. Jake is on you like a man starved, licking and kissing at your pussy. His fingers rub soft circles on your hips, drawing you closer. You can feel his jaw working as his tongue slides into you. Your back arches, hands tightening ins his hair. His nose grinds against your clit as he devours you.
His tongue is replaced by two fingers, expertly curling deep inside as they thrust into you. He groans softly, licking slick from your thighs. “Fuck being social, I want to watch you like this. You look so good on my fingers baby.”
You laugh breathlessly, pleasure washing over you. He’s taking you higher and higher, warmth coursing through you, body on edge, trembling. Jake eases a third finger in, using the thickness to stretch you further. His name falls from your lips, and you’re coming hard as he hits that spot inside of you over and over.
Tightening around his fingers, he continues to fuck them into you, coaxing moans and whimpers from you. His fingers curl again, pressing deeper, your hips rising off the bed, rocking against him. A second orgasm rages through you even as you’re whimpering and trembling from the force of the first. Everything spirals higher, tighter and you’re crying out wordlessly for him as you come again. You can feel your body clench, releasing completely and you squirt. You cover your face with your hands, panting, embarrassed at your response.
“Oh baby…” he murmurs, fingers sliding from your spent pussy. You drip from his chin, the collar of his undershirt soaked. He licks his lips, bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking them clean. “I’m going to need you to do that again.”
You peek up at him from between your fingers, catching sight of that wicked grin and hungry eyes. “Again?”
He nods. “Baby, I need you soak my dick.” He’s reaching for his belt buckle, and you know there’s no way you’re rejoining the party any time soon.