Free SPIKED (A Sports Romance) by Harper James Page A

them against his sides, there was no denying that his breath quickened.
    He ran one hand down my back, gently— though even when he touched me lightly, I could still feel his strength, how much power he was holding back— then ran the other up my side, to my shoulder, to my chin, tilting my head back.
    He was going to kiss me. He was going to kiss me, and my body began to shake even harder from the want of it. Jacob’s lips curved into a smile— there was no hiding my shaking, not pressed to him like this, though he pulled me even tighter. Close enough to feel his cock pressed against my stomach, harder than any of the muscles in his body.
    I stretched tall to bring my lips to his faster, and then we were kissing, his mouth as powerful as the rest of his body, urging me to let go, to let his tongue past my lips. I did, and as his tongue played against mine, I found myself lifting my legs from the water and wrapping them around his waist. I wasn’t entirely certain how I knew to do that— how I was so confident he would lift me higher— but it was like we were connected, programmed to fit each other.
    With my legs locked around his waist, Jacob lifted me a touch higher, so that I was taller than him, then moved his hands down to hold me up by way of cupping my ass. I heard myself moan again, a little longer, a little louder, but I felt almost dizzy with the scent and touch and taste of him. He shifted a little, and I felt something press against my clit— he’d positioned me over his cock, only two thin layers of fabric preventing him from pushing inside of me.
    Some voice in the back of my mind kept shouting at me, reminding me that I was a virgin, that I had no idea what I was doing— but I did know what I was doing, somehow, almost instinctually. I pressed my hips against his stomach, forcing his cock to run down my lips, making me very aware of just how wet I was— and not from the pool water.
    Jacob pulled away from my mouth, but didn’t release my body; he instead ran his tongue down my neck, along my shoulder, where he took my right bra strap in his teeth and slipped it off.
    I tensed— no one had ever seen me naked before, not really, but he was going to expose my breast, and—
    “Is this okay?” Jacob asked, pausing. His eyes— they were especially gray-blue here in the pool light— were serious, though no less hungry. Something about the question, about being asked, was intoxicating. Someone as strong as Jacob Everett, as powerful, as desirable, was asking permission to…
    To what?
    It didn’t matter. I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to take me, I wanted him to do things I’d fantasized about, to have me like no one ever had before. To fuck me for the first time.
    “Yes,” I breathed. “I’m very okay.”
    “Alright,” Jacob said, smiling. “Then here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to suck on your nipple for a few seconds because I absolutely have to have you in my mouth. And then I’m going to carry you over there—“ he nodded to one of the poolside cabanas, draped in flimsy fabric with a large cushion on the ground, “—and I’m going to fuck you.”
    I nodded, felt my body twitching, pulsating at the want of him. Jacob smiled again, so sure of himself, then took my bra strap in his teeth again and tugged it down the rest of the way. I felt his warm breath against my bare breast, and gave up on stifling my moans.
    Jacob extended his tongue and licked my nipple; it went so instantly hard that it alarmed me. I barely had time to think on this, though, because then he’d taken my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth, flicking his tongue across the top— his eyes on me the entire time.
    “I— I can’t—“ I stammered, though I wasn’t even sure what I meant.
    “Can’t what?” he asked around my breast, then moved his hands ever so slightly. It was far enough, though, because now his fingertips were pressing against either side of my pussy, his cock