Standby (Open Skies Book 4) by Becca Jameson (popular e readers .TXT) 📕

to one side. When she dug her heels in and lifted her sweet ass off the couch, he was pretty sure he groaned too.

“Keep one hand on your breast playing with your nipple, and lower the other to your pussy.”

She did as he told her without hesitation. So precious.

“Slide a finger through your folds and then circle your clit.”

She was shaking as she did his bidding, her other hand pinching her nipple hard. Apparently, she liked a bit of pain because she didn’t release the offended tip for several seconds, and when she did, she gasped.

“Pull the hood back on your clit. Flatten your hand on your pelvis above your pussy so I can see the little nub.”

She bit into her lip as she moved her hand up to follow his directions. Her other hand was frozen in a grip around her breast. The moment she pulled the hood back to reveal the dark pink swollen nub, Jake stopped breathing. This was almost more than he could stand. He’d bitten off more than he could chew for sure.

“So pretty. Your pussy is glistening with need. Show me how you like to be touched. Rub your clit the way you do when you’re alone. I bet you don’t need that vibrator you so noisily teased me with the other night, do you?”

She shook her head. “It’s just faster,” she whispered.

“Well, we aren’t going for speed tonight. I want you to make yourself come while I watch. Have you ever masturbated for someone before, sweetheart?”

“No. God, no. Never. I can’t believe I’m doing so now.”

He smiled. “I like that. I probably shouldn’t have asked, but I like knowing I’m the first to watch you come from your own hands.” He set his palm on his cock and gave it a squeeze, willing himself not to come in his pants.

She slid her hand lower, hesitantly.

“Use both hands if you want. You’re free to play however you need. I’ll stop talking. I’m just going to watch you bring yourself to orgasm. Pretend I’m not here if you want.”

She moaned at that last statement as if he were out of his mind thinking she could forget him. But she surprised him by not hesitating.

The first thing she did was bring both hands to her breasts and squeezed them, arching yet again, thumbing her nipples rapidly until she was panting and her butt lifted off the couch again.

He couldn’t even blink as he watched her come undone. She obviously enjoyed nipple play. He would remember that.

Eventually, she released her small globes to slide her hands down her body. She pulled her pussy lips open, exposing the inner wetness to the air. She gasped as if this gave her great pleasure.

Her eyes were closed, so he imagined she was visualizing something that made her hornier by the moment. After sliding two fingers slowly inside her pussy, she drew them back out and scissored them around her clit, bouncing a little to let her clit ride through the gap.

Jesus.

He had for sure gotten in over his head with this plan. It was taking every ounce of willpower he had to keep from leaping on her.

She continued to work her clit, circling it and flicking it and then pinching it. She groaned and her entire body stiffened when she pinched that little bud hard for several seconds, and then, as if she were suddenly in a hurry, she thrust two fingers from her other hand up inside her pussy while she worked her clit rapidly with her other hand.

She didn’t remove the fingers from her channel but angled them so that her palm was up, making him suspect she was stroking her G-spot from inside.

Her heels dug into the cushion, her body stiffening. Her mouth fell open and her head tipped back farther. For long moments, she held her breath while she worked her clit harder and faster, and then she suddenly flattened her fingers against her clit and pressed firmly as she cried out.

The sound was so fucking gorgeous, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her while she moaned loudly around the release, her body pulsing over and over again until she finally dropped her butt back on the sofa, slid her hands free, and let her body melt against the cushions.

Her legs remained parted as if she didn’t have the energy to close them or simply didn’t care. Her hands lay limp on her inner thighs. And every few moments she flinched, an aftershock from the orgasm that made Jake bite the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning.

When she let out a long sigh, a smile on her lips, he rose over her, set a hand on the back of the couch to avoid touching her, and met her gaze. “Fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. Hands down. I can’t wait for Saturday.”

She smiled wider. “The only thing I care about right now is you returning the favor.”

“My pleasure.”

Chapter 11

Shayla was completely sated and limp, but she didn’t need any energy to watch Jake masturbate. She didn’t bother putting her clothes back on either. She lounged naked in the corner of the couch and licked her lips. “That erection has to hurt by now. I think it’s time you stripped so I can see your amazing body.”

He smirked, but he also drew his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Holding her gaze, he stood, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and shrugged out of them.

“Commando. Nice.” It was hard to keep her voice even as she tried hard to pretend she was unaffected. She wasn’t fooling him, but it was fun.

He dropped back down onto the couch and leaned back, his cock bobbing fully erect and glorious.

She stared at it unabashed. “Impressive.”

He chuckled. “You are extremely naughty, and I won’t forget it.”

She flushed as she let her gaze roam up to his face. “Counting on it.”

He groaned as he fisted his cock and slid his hand up and