Jake’s response was immediate and electrifying. His fingers slid beneath the lace of her underwear, pushing the vibrator deeper inside her with a swift, confident motion. Sophia’s breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Jake’s lips curved into a smirk against her neck. “That’s the idea, little one.”
His fingers began to move, teasing circles around her clit with maddening precision. The dual sensations – the vibrator pulsing inside her and Jake’s expert touch – had Sophia seeing stars.
“Jesus Christ, Jake,” she panted, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thud.
Jake chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “Not quite, but I’ll take the compliment.”
Sophia wanted to roll her eyes at his cocky response, but she was too lost in the pleasure coursing through her body. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of desire and need.
“You’re such an ass,” she managed to gasp out, even as her body arched into his touch.
“An ass you can’t get enough of,” Jake retorted, his fingers never ceasing their torturous rhythm. “Admit it, Soph. You love it when I take control.”
Sophia bit her lip, fighting back a moan. She did love it, God help her. But she wasn’t about to let him win that easily.
“Maybe,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire. “But don’t forget, surfer boy. I can give as good as I get.”
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat as Jake suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving her aching and frustrated. Her eyes flew open, a whimper of protest escaping her lips.
“Jake, what the f-”
He cut her off with a searing kiss, then set her down on unsteady feet. His eyes were dark with desire as he pulled back, his voice low and commanding.
“Strip. Then kneel on the bed. Wait for me.”
A shiver ran through Sophia’s body at his tone. Part of her wanted to challenge him, to push back against his authority. But a larger part – the part that was throbbing with need – was eager to comply.
She met his gaze, her own eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and arousal. “Yes, sir,” she purred, reaching for the zipper of her dress.
Jake’s nostrils flared at her tone, and she could see the effort it took for him to step back. “Good girl,” he growled, turning away.
As Sophia shimmied out of her dress, her mind raced. What did Jake have planned? The anticipation was almost as intoxicating as his touch had been.
She walked into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, her movements deliberate and sensual. Kneeling in the centre, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
Sophia’s skin prickled with goosebumps as she waited, exposed and vulnerable. The silence in the room was broken only by her shallow breathing. Her fingers twitched against her thighs, fighting the urge to touch herself, to relieve some of the tension coiling inside her.
“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “Get it together, Soph.”
She tried to focus on her surroundings – anything to distract from the ache between her legs. The soft cotton of the duvet beneath her knees. The faint scent of Jake’s cologne lingering in the air. The muffled sounds of traffic outside the window.
Where the hell was he? What was taking so long?
Just as impatience began to override her arousal, she heard his footsteps approaching. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Look at you,” Jake’s voice came from the doorway, low and appreciative. “Such a good girl, waiting so patiently for me.”
Sophia bit her lip, fighting back a smirk. If only he knew how close she’d been to saying ‘screw it’ and taking matters into her own hands.
“You gonna just stand there all night, or are you planning on joining me?” she quipped, unable to fully suppress her sass.
Jake’s eyes darkened as he approached the bed. “Carry on being sassy, darling, and I won’t let you come,” he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Sophia’s spine.
She swallowed hard. “Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, lowering her gaze submissively. “I’ll be good.”
Jake’s fingers trailed along her jawline, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. “That’s better,” he murmured. “Now, what should I do with you?”
Sophia’s breath hitched. She wanted to beg, to plead for his touch, but she bit her tongue. Patience, she reminded herself. Good girls get rewarded.
“Whatever you want, sir,” she whispered instead, her voice thick with desire.
Jake’s lips tilted into a smirk. “Smart answer,” he praised, his hand sliding down to wrap gently around her throat. “But I think you can do better than that. Tell me what you want, little one.”
Sophia’s mind raced. What did she want? Everything. Anything. Just to feel his hands on her body, his lips on her skin.
“I want you,” she breathed, her eyes locked on his. “Please, sir. I need you to touch me.”
Jake’s voice was low and commanding. “On your knees.”
Sophia scrambled off the bed, her heart racing as she watched Jake slowly undress. His tanned, muscular body came into view inch by tantalizing inch. She licked her lips unconsciously.
“Like what you see, little one?” Jake smirked, his surfer drawl more pronounced.
Sophia nodded eagerly, settling onto her knees on the floor. The cool air raised goosebumps on her bare skin.
Jake stood before her, fully nude and aroused. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”
She parted her lips obediently, looking up at him through her lashes. Jake’s fingers tangled in her hair as he guided himself between her waiting lips.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Show me how much you want it.”
Sophia hummed in response, her tongue swirling around him. She’d dreamed of this moment all through their torturous dinner.
Jake’s hips rocked gently. “Fuck, you’re good at that. Been thinking about it all night, haven’t you?”
She nodded as best she could, relishing his taste. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance as she took him deeper.
“Such a good girl,” Jake praised. His head fell back in pleasure. “Making up for being a brat earlier.”
Sophia smiled inwardly. She’d make him pay for that comment later. For now, she was content to reduce her cocky surfer boy to incoherent moans of ecstasy.
Sophia’s fingers danced lightly between her thighs as Jake pushed deeper into her mouth. The vibrations from her muffled moans sent shivers through him.
“If you keep touching yourself, I’m going to spank you,” Jake warned, his voice husky.
Sophia’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she pulled back just enough to speak. “But I like that, sir,” she purred, a smug smirk playing across her lips.
Her sass caught Jake off guard. He struggled to maintain his stern demeanor as a chuckle threatened to escape. Damn, he loved her fiery spirit.