You’d Take Care of Me–1
I don’t know what I’m doing.
But it doesn’t really matter because Jake takes control. He forces his tongue through my lips and the moment it touches mine, I whimper into his mouth.
He replies with a moan, with the tightening of his fingers on my scalp.
His other hand reaches up through my shirt and he grips my waist, pulling me up against him until there is nothing but clothes separating our bodies.
My stomach coils, and that familiar spark ignites between my legs. My body goes haywire, my brain not knowing what to focus on.
His tongue in my mouth feels both firm and soft. It moves with calculated swipes and I try to keep up with my own.
His fingers burn into my skin and I want him to touch me everywhere.
He pulls back, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Fuck.”
I try to catch my breath, but he still holds me so close to him, my forehead against his.
“Fuck,” He growls louder.
“Why’d you stop?” I don’t want him to, I don’t want him to leave me with this ache inside
- me.
He grips my shoulders, pushing me away from him as he lifts his head to look right into my eyes. “You sure you’ve never been kissed before?”
I shake my head and his attention dives right back to my lips. He blinks a few times and lets me go, placing his hands behind his neck as he paces in front of me.
“Jake?”
He shakes his head. “I could get fucking arrested for this.”
I press my hand to my chest. “I’m 18.”
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You’d Take Care of Me–1
“Fuck, don’t tell me that.”
Worry creases his forehead, the sides of his eyes wrinkling as he shuts them tight and throws his head back. I can feel my heartbeat against my hand. I feel helpless, a new panic tightening my throat, I don’t want him to stop.
“You should be doing this with someone your age.”
I shake my head. “No, I–I want this with you.”
His eyes widen, scoffing. “Me? You want this with me? You don’t even know me. I’m just
an old man that picked you up on the side of the road.”
I shrug, smirking, “You don’t look that old, if that helps.”
He shakes his head, holding back his laugh.
I rub my hand up and down my arm, peering up at him. “I just, you made me feel safe.”
He frowns, tilting his head.
“With the tire? When I freaked out? You comforted me without judging me. You made me feel safe. You would take care of me, guys my age wouldn’t care about that.”
His nostrils flare and he steps close to me, his chest heaving, his body hot. “I’d do more than take care of you.”
My body turns hot in response to his and I nod frantically, “Yes. I know.”
His jaw clenches, but he moves, pressing his body into mine as he works the zipper of my
shorts, his hand sliding down until his fingers stroke through my lips.
I gasp, bucking toward him.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” His chest rumbles as he speaks.
I shake my head and whimper, gripping his wrist to balance myself from the electric fire that burns through me. He presses a kiss to my forehead, looking over the roof of the car as if making sure no one is around us.
He rubs me harder and I shift, trying to grind my hips on his hand.
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You’d Take Care of Me–1
He growls when I moan into his neck. He smells so good and I can’t stop myself from reaching up and peppering kisses up and down the column of his neck.
I squeal when he grips the back of my head, pulling it back to kiss me hard and hungry.
He pulls away, struggling to catch his breath and my eyes widen when I lower them, looking at the bulge seated in his pants. He covers it with his hand, pulling at it to adjust it. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, please, I just want to feel good for once,” I whisper, feeling myself turn wet between my legs.
His eyes rake over me and they turn impossibly dark.“Get in the back of the car.”
I exhale and reach for the door, crawling across the seats until I can lean my back against
the other door.
Jake hovers over me, slamming the door behind him. He looks down at me, and it makes me feel incredibly small, that only pumps more adrenaline through me.
