48. Hard

MICHAEL

Jacob was driving me crazy.

My dick hurt in my jeans; all I wanted was to get off. I had gotten to the stage where I didn't care if we made it to the "more" part of our relationship.

"Just touch me. Let me touch you. I can't stop. I just can't," I heard myself admit.

My mouth was running away from me. I couldn't shut up. Words spilled out of me as I pushed and tugged at Jacob to get him into his bedroom.

His big body bounced as he fell backward onto the bed. I followed him down, mindless beyond wanting to grind against him.

I straddled his thigh with both of mine and pressed down. Hard. I was so hard.

"Woah!" I yelped as I was rolled to the side underneath Jacob in a move he had to have learned in the military which was---disturbingly hot.

Jake grinned at me, a smile full of teeth and sharp lust as he said, "Trust me, Mikey. I'll take care of you."

Rutting up against his thigh, I whined, "When? Before I come in my pants? You talked pretty big about wanting me to lose it on you