Black Hollywood Series, Book 3
Beth & Jake's Story
COMING March 2015
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So, without further ado....
*Chapter is unedited and subject to change prior to publication. Copyright 2015 by FL Jacob*
Chapter 2
BETH
I slam the door behind me as I start to undress. It’s been a long damn day of dealing with stuck
up dance moms. Sabrina always tells me
she owes me for what I go through. She’s
damn right. No one gets paid enough for
this shit. She’s my best friend, the
sister I never had. Even on the worst
day though I am thankful that Sabrina offered me the job as Studio
Manager. At first I laughed when she
offered me a job because I can’t dance to save my life. Well, I can get into the club dancing but
real choreographed shit, forget it. Then
she explained she needed someone to keep the office in order so she could focus
on teaching. It was right up my alley
since I was a business major. The best
part was we built the studio from the ground up so I didn't have to fix anyone
else’s mistakes. Sabrina and I have been
very successful.
My thoughts drift off as I kick off my shoes into the open
closet. They hit the wall with a loud
thud and I shimmy my hips out of my black yoga pants leaving me in my pink
thong and Hollywood Stars shirt. My
blond hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail and I feel like my makeup from this
morning is gone. If I look as bad as I
feel, I might as well crawl into bed now and sleep until morning.
I run my hands over my face sending my mind into overdrive, what
the hell is Jake talking about? Moving in together? What does he want from me? I’m afraid, afraid to let him further into my
heart, afraid to watch him turn his back on me when he finds out my horrible
secret. Plus, why ruin something that is
working. Right now I still have my apartment and even though I haven’t been
there recently it’s still there for an escape if things get too heavy. If we move, well that’s permanent and I could
lose everything, worst of all my heart.
I don’t even hear him walk in because I’m facing the wall
deep in thought. His warm embrace slides
around my waist sending an instant calm over my body. He places his chin on my shoulder and pulls
me tighter against his hard body.
“Who put you in the corner, baby?”
I sigh and let my eyes close. His voice vibrates through to my soul.
“I’m sorry I brought it up.
Just forget it.”
Damn that accent gets me every time, sending a rush of
warmth through my body and a tingle between my legs.
“I’m sorry I was so short, it’s just been a hell of a
day. Plus, you know I can’t.” I turn my
head so my lips are millimeters away from his.
We hold each other’s gaze and I can’t help but notice the hurt in his
eyes. I cover his hand with one of mine
and slide my other hand up to cradle his face sliding my fingers in his sandy
colored hair. I mentally beg him to not
give up on me. As if he can read my mind
he presses forward giving me a light kiss that is so full of promise.
The tingle is still there after all this time. It still makes my knees go week. His fingers start to move gathering the hem
of my shirt. When he gathers a handful he
breaks our kiss just long enough to whip the shirt off over my head. I turn to face him, jumping up into his
arms. He catches me with ease, gripping
my ass. Our kisses turn primal.
Jake walks us over to the bed and throws me down as he pulls
his shirt off and pushes his pants down in a matter of seconds. My heart races at the site of the Adonis in
front of me. He has perfectly sculpted
wide shoulders, washboard abs you can’t help but reach out and touch to see if
they are real, the tapered waist with the V that dips under the waist of his
boxer briefs. The V, the ultimate guide
to what lay beneath, as if I need the road map, I instinctively am drawn to
him. The promise of pure heaven. I always catch myself sucking in a breath
when he grabs the elastic of his briefs.
Knowing this drives me crazy he pauses, his eyes darken and his head
cocks to the side. The smirk that turns
me into a puddle spreads across his face, the crooked smile which reveals his
dimple. A shiver runs through me.
“Damn Jake, you tease too much.”
“Do I baby?”
I bite my lip and nod slowly. His fingers pull the black Diesel boxer briefs
down allowing his large cock to spring free making me squeeze my legs
together. I still can’t get over what
this man has been blessed with.
“See something you like?”
“You know I do.” I
whisper as he moves up my body kissing all of the places that send me toward
the edge. My knees, the insides of my
thighs, each hip bone, belly button, the scar on my abdomen; his lips leave a
trail of fire on my skin. My nipples
harden under the confines of the lace material of my bra. I arch off the bed as his hands graze the
sides of my body. He has a magical way
of reaching around me to unsnap my bra without me even realizing until it is
off my body. Hooking a leg around his
waist, I push myself into his body trying desperately to relieve the ache that
is so strong.
“I know baby, let me take care of you.”
My head falls back and I close my eyes. Jake kisses his way up my neck to nuzzle
under my ear. Goosebumps spring up on my
skin. I’m lost in the feeling when I sense the tug on my thong.
It snaps with just a twist of his wrist.
In the blink of an eye, he has two fingers plunging into me. Jake’s fingers move in and out rubbing that
perfect spot as his mouth covers mine.
I’m so close. The low rumble in
his throat sends a rush of heat through my body. He applies pressure to my clit.
“Oh God, Jake, I’m coming.”
My hands grip the sheets, twisting them as I roll my hips into his
hand.
Jake’s hands push me over the edge, clearing my mind making
me forget all my woes. When I arrive back
on earth from the mind blowing orgasm, my eyes meet his.
“I love watching you come, Elizabeth.” His devilish smile gives him away. He’s always thinking of how he can make me
come again.
It’s my turn though, I want him to feel just as good as I
do. Placing my hands on his chest I ease
him onto his back. I allow my hands to
trace the valleys of his muscle definition.
I don’t think he could get any sexier but every day I think he is. “I’m going to take care of you now babe.”
His eyes flutter shut as I grip my hand around his hard
shaft, lightly squeezing as I run it up and down the length with a slight
twist. Using my other hand I grab the
tie holding my hair up allowing my blond waves to fall down past my
shoulders. I shake my hair as I continue
my slow stroke on his hard cock. He
loves my hair down.
Wetting my lips I lower myself down, never breaking eye
contact with him. I love keeping his
stare as I take him in my mouth. His
eyes darken to a deep royal blue. The
sharp intake of breath he sucks through clenched teeth lets me know that he
loves this. I could get off on the
trance that overcomes his face when I wrap my lips around him and take his cock
deep to the back of my throat. Once I
hit the limit, I try to relax to go just a bit past my comfort zone which
always causes a growl to rip through his body.
Today he grabs a fist full of hair to hold me down as his
head falls back to take in the sensation.
I slowly swirl my tongue up the underside of his length and cup his
balls. The sound of my sucking and his
moans fill the room.
“Beth, I want to come in you. If you don’t stop now I’m going to come in
your mouth.” His voice is only a controlled
whisper.
My eyes flash up to meet his. The sparkle I see in them is an unspoken
promise. I’ve seen it before, I’m going
to get the pounding I need tonight. Popping
the head of his cock out of my mouth, I let my tongue flick the head teasing
him one last time. It’s only a matter of
seconds before he flips me onto my back flinging my legs over his shoulders and
ramming into me hard and fast. Just the
way I love it. He hits my g-spot
perfectly and I’m quickly bucking with the pressure of my impending
release. I can’t help the lustful scream
that rips through me.
“Just hold on a—Damn baby you are so fucking tight.”
I want to buck off of him and I would if Jake didn’t have a
hard grip on my hips helping him pound into me harder than I thought he
could.
“Jake, you feel so good.” I pull and tug at my nipples to
heighten the already over the top sensations going through my body.
He quickens his pace and I can tell he is ready. I need to feel him against me. Quickly shifting my legs, I wrap them around
his waist and reach up to pull him into me.
His weight crashes into my body as both of our orgasms take us. The grunting and moaning filling the room
slows to a quiet hush.
I welcome his weight on me as we come down from our
high. Jake’s face snuggles into my neck
placing light, butterfly kisses intermittently and I lightly stroke his back
with my nails. My eyes remain closed as
I savor the heat of our connected bodies.
I can feel his heart beating against my chest. Tonight feels different, my stomach does a
flip flop.
“That was—”
“Amazing.” I finish with a smile on my face.
This time, holding each other after our love making, this is
what I enjoy the most. Our
connection. I fell hard for Jake when I
first laid eyes on him. I won’t admit it
out loud though. I fight it with every
breath I take.
I was deceived about love by so many people since I was a
teen, I vowed to never love anyone again.
Even when I was with Broc I wasn't in love, he thought I loved him, but
I dreamed of getting my hands on some of the others on campus. I knew if I felt like that, it wasn't
right. No one was able to break through the
brick walls I’d built around my heart after the heartache I’d been
through. That was until Jake. I wanted to take it slow, but how could I not
fall into bed with him after that party in Mexico. I was a bit tipsy, he was a smooth
talker. I’m not sure either one of us
thought we would see each other after the trip besides the occasional passing,
since he worked for Caston. When that
night came to an end with a bang, I ended up not being able to keep my hands
off of him. Between his voice, his
skilled hands, and fucking drop dead gorgeous body, I thought I died and went
to heaven. Who would have guessed that
he was funny, sweet and romantic too?
So, stupidly I made up a friends with benefits rule thinking I was
protecting my heart.
That was about two years ago. I sshouldn'tbe upset about the idea of moving
to a place that we can officially call ours.
Even now I still refer to this apartment as his. Even when he refers to it as ours, I always
correct him.
“You’re not with me right now, are you?” Jake shifts to my side, breaking our
connection. His face falls when he looks
at me.
“I’m sorry,” I turn to face him. “Just a lot going through my head.”
He slides his arms around me and kisses my forehead before
resting his against mine. “You can talk
to me about it.”
Closing my eyes I take a deep breath. I can’t
talk to you when my thoughts are about us. “Just hold me. That’s all I ask.”
Reaching down to grab the blanket, he covers us. Pulling my
body closer to him again. “You don’t
ever have to ask me to do that. I love
you Beth.”
And there it was. (Just
three little words.) I still can’t bring myself to say it back to him. He’s never questioned my reluctance to say it
back. I choke back tears by snuggling
deeper into his body. Even though it’s
dinner time I drift off to sleep in the arms of the man I can’t admit I love.
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