Hope Breaks: A New Adult Romantic Comedy by Alice Bello, Stephanie T. Lott Page B

crystal clear.  He pushed his soaked jeans down off his hips, and I saw he had gone commando to the concert—and what was in his jeans was very much commanding… commanding my full attention. I gulped and felt heat rise up from my core, spreading with liquid speed to every fiber of my being.
    Jake’s cock was already hard, very long , and amazingly thick.  I watched it bob up and down, mesmerized.  When he was finally out of his jeans—he slung them over the back of a straight back chair—he stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes burning into me with such ardent heat.  That gorgeous piece of manhood defied gravity, rising from his taut balls, thick and oh so strong, until it ended in a beautifully tapered tip.  It curved ever so slightly to the right.
    Every inch of him was so damned beautiful.  I licked my lips and pulled myself to the bottom of the bed, and reached out, wrapping my fingers around the thick piece of him. 
    Jake jerked, his eyes sliding closed and his head falling back as my hand encompassed his girth, and then I stroked him.  The flesh covering this part of him was so very soft.  But what was inside it grew harder and thicker with every stroke.
    It was beautiful, and I wanted to taste that beauty.
    I leaned in and licked the lip.  I placed my other hand against his hip to steady me, so I felt him shiver.  I opened my mouth, feeling the buildup of saliva pooling in anticipation, and then took Jake into my mouth.
    His entire body jerked, his hips actually slammed forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth than I’d planned, but it tasted so good I couldn’t complain.
    I heard him panting as I suckled him, letting my tongue roam over what my mouth could accommodate of his shaft. Then I pulled back and dug my tongue into his piss slit, roughing up the tip.
    Jake’s breathing came rapid and out of control .  He grabbed my head with both hands, his hands entwining in my wet hair, holding my head in place.  He pulled his hips back, ripping his manhood jarringly from my lips.
    I gasped in surprise and looked up at him.  His naked body was glistening with the remnants of the rain, and with sweat.  Every muscle on his body was rigid with strain, and his face was lowered, his eye lids closed tight in deep concentration.
    Oh… he’d been close.  I shuddered at the thought of him losing control—of me making him lose control—and pouring himself into my mouth.  I wondered what he would taste like.  I tamped down my curiosity and pulled myself back.  If I took him into my mouth again this would all end way before either one of us wanted it too.
    Maybe he was a more than once a night breed of man, but I had to put my bet on the usual : once a man reached climax it was all over but the falling asleep.
    I f he fell asleep in my bed now, I’d have to sneak Mr. Wiggles from the nightstand drawer and sneak to the shower to finish myself off.  That or I’d lay awake all night, my inner pendulum clicking wonky and winding me up until I threw myself on him like a desperate, slavering dog.
    So I held myself in check and watched with fascination as Jake slowly pushed himself back onto the heels of his feet, and with each infinitesimal movement he regained more and more control over his body.
    His breathing slowed as mine quickened; just watching him reclaim his body from its looming climax made me want him even more.  He wanted to climax with me—that meant he cared…
    Oh hell…don’t start getting all mushy because the guy decided he wanted to end during actual sex and not just some fellatio. 
    That thought brought a cold shiver through my body. 
    “You’re freezing,” Jake said, his voice a ragged growl.
    He leaned down before me and kissed me, his lips light, barely grazing my mouth , making my body shudder all the more.  When he pulled away he caught my gaze with his own, and his deep brown eyes leveled me.
    “I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes.”
    I couldn’t