Authors: Jacob Chance
Quake (12 page)
I was in control now, and I wanted her to know it.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” I asked as she gazed with a fire in her eyes.
“Everywhere,” she whispered.
I would get her to say what I wanted to hear.
Lightly, I traced a finger down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken as she moaned. “Here?”
“Yeah,” was her breathy reply.
My finger traveled down through the valley of her cleavage. I groaned feeling the soft skin of each tit as they pressed against me. “Here?”
She sighed heavily. “Yes, please.” Her back arched off the wood railing as she tried to press her body further into my eager touch.
I slid my finger to the right and grazed over her hardened nipple and snapped it gently between my thumb and forefinger. “Here?”
“Oh God, yes.”
My lips lifted, my hand cupping her perfect breast as I etched the outline of her stomach. I slid further down until I reached her leg and brought it to rest on my hip. My fingers traced under her silver skirt, squeezing her ass. “Here?”
“Yes, yes.”
The lace of her panties was rough on my finger as I ran it underneath, feeling her wetness. “Here?”
With a sharp inhale, she answered, “Fuck, yes.”
My finger slipped inside her and her breathing sped up when I added a second. “Is this where you want me to touch you?”
She rocked her hips as I sucked along her collarbone. “Yes, don’t stop,” she begged.
“Tell me, tell me you want me to touch your pussy.”
“I want you to touch my pussy,” she echoed.
“Louder.”
She spoke up and I drowned out her admission with my mouth on her lips. I sucked down her words as my fingers picked up their rhythm.
Her silver-coated nails dug into my back, clawing at the material of my Oxford shirt. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I demanded, my voice husky with greed to claim every god damn inch of her.
Eyes gleaming in the moonlight, she repeated my words.
I pulled my coated fingers from her and smeared the wetness across her full lips. “Lick your lips for me.”
Her sparkling lashes fanned across her cheeks as she closed her eyes and her pink tongue licked along the curve of her lips, savoring herself.
Goddamn, this girl.
I slid my fingers inside her and soaked them once more. I lifted my hand again. “Open, Penelope, taste yourself.” Her eyes never wavered from mine as her pouty lips pursed around my finger. My mind filled with images of what they would look like around my hardening cock.
“Fuck, that’s right,” I bit out. “See how sweet you taste? I want to taste it too. I want to kiss you with the flavor of your pussy in our mouths.”
Smashing my lips to hers, starved to taste every part of her, I devoured what she offered. A low, gravelly sound rumbled in the back of my throat.
So fucking good.
I could come just from the taste alone. Always with a supply of condoms, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the packet.
“Turn around,” I commanded. She complied as I unzipped my pants, freeing myself.
“Take off your panties.” She glanced over her shoulder at me and lowered them down her long legs. I watched with needy eyes as the lace fell to the weathered boards beneath our feet.
She bent over, hands on the arms of the chair, baring her pussy for me to see.
Damn, she was gorgeous. I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch tonight.
The condom was on my cock in record time and I reached out feeling along her wet pussy. I growled; she was fucking soaked.
I ran the tip of my heavy dick along her seam, toying with her clit. Her head fell back in ecstasy. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me like you own me.”
“Let me ask you, are you ready for me to worship you?”
“Yes, yes. Please.”
With desperation I slammed inside her.
Jesus
. Jaw clenched, my eyes closed and I gripped her hips as the feel of her insanely hot pussy overcame my senses. Dripping and sweet—oh so fucking sweet. I pumped, and pushed deeper inside her, as she writhed and bucked with me.
I trailed a hand up her back, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingers. When I reached her neck, I spread them around her throat and nipped along her earlobe. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
Her wet, hot cunt made my fingers race to touch her clit. I snapped it within my fingers as she cried out a string of unintelligible words.
We screwed like only two strangers on a deserted beach could—rough and wild. She moaned loudly as I went deeper and deeper, harder and fucking harder. My mind was sewn with lust, yearning and craving more from this silver temptress. I needed to feel her come on my cock.
With my focus solely on her pleasure, my fingers tightened around her throat as I kissed and licked up the nape of her neck. When I brushed the wig aside to find more skin, I noticed a small tattoo. Tracing my thumb along the tiny turtle of ink, I slowed for a beat before resuming my rigorous tempo.
She was sexy as fuck and I didn’t want it to end.
She was definitely the good shit. Hell, she was fucking better than that.
My thumb circled around her clit as I pressed against it. “Penelope, your pussy... so good.”
I pumped inside—
fuck yeah, she’s hot.
I went harder—
Oh damn.
I plunged further—
her pussy. Oh God.
She was like magic, making me see my orgasm coming along the skyline. Soon it would slam into her with such force I’d need both hands to hold me up when it was all over.
She pushed her ass further against me, meeting my punishing strokes. I licked along her soft skin and breathed in the scent of coconut, feeling her tighten around me.
“Oh God, I feel you. Damn.”
“I’m coming,” she screamed.
It was the most heavenly of sounds; her voice like an angel singing only for me.
I slapped her ass—rugged and harsh—as she climaxed over and over. I kept pounding, enjoying the feeling of her clamping down around me.
My climax was building as I kissed along her tattoo once more.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, as the need to come overpowered me.
I couldn’t contain it any longer and the beast inside unleashed. Untamed, I came with such force I wouldn’t have survived had her body not gripped mine.
I kissed the turtle tattoo once as I slid out.
***
The next morning, I awoke to the sun beating down on me. Seagulls flew high in the clear blue sky and the dried out wooden boards under my head made my skull ache. A man in yellow swim trunks stared down to me as I took my time sitting up.
“Rough night?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I grumbled, searching for Penelope.
She was nowhere to be found and I made my way home.
That very night I entered back into Nectar, which felt the same as the previous night.
Lights danced around the club as the music blared.
I went directly to the bar, searching for the silver siren whose body was a work of art.
A burly bartender tossed bottles in the air as women around the bar cheered. After he was done, his attention landed on me.
“What can I get you to drink, man?”
“Is Penelope working?” I asked over the loud music.
Confused, he shook his head back and forth. “No one works here by that name.”
“Are you sure?
Penelope.
” I put an extra emphasis on her name, saying it loud and clear.
“No, she doesn’t work here. Sorry dude.”
I stepped away from the bar with a sinking feeling coming over me. I searched the club for a while before making my way home.
For weeks I wondered about her, who was she? I sometimes thought I’d see her pass by me on Collins Ave. Other days, I swore I’d seen her in the tourist shops along Ocean Drive.
Thank you to my brother, Logan Chance. You’ve had my back for as long as I can remember and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This whole experience wouldn’t have been the same if we weren’t going through it together.
Thank you to my PA, Diane Hamilton. You’re the best there is and I’m not sure what made you decide to take a chance on two unknown brothers, but I’m thankful every day that you did. Your guidance and honesty has been invaluable to me. I trust that you’ll never steer me wrong. You have worked non-stop to get my teasers seen and spread the word about QUAKE. All your hard work has allowed me to focus on my writing. You never complain, no matter how many times you have to remind me to do something I’m supposed to do or when I schedule a takeover and forget to tell you about it. You put up with our joking and give it right back to us. Thank you to your family for sharing you with me. I couldn’t have done this without you D and I wouldn’t want to.
Thank you to my content editor Paula Dawn. Your attention to the smallest detail in a scene is awesome. Working with you was amazing and I know you made QUAKE so much better than it would have been without your touch. You helped me immeasurably with Janny’s POV and your need for more dialogue pushed me out of my comfort zone. I appreciate all the time you devoted to working with me and I’m looking forward to what you’ll come up with for QUIVER. Thanks for making me laugh whenever I was ready to throw in the towel. I appreciate you as a content editor but I value you as a friend even more. Thanks PD.
Thank you to my editor Robin Bateman. You pushed me for more dialogue than I wanted to give and I really appreciate your “to the point” approach. Thank you for fitting me into your busy schedule and taking a chance on a new author. Moving forward I’ll keep your words of wisdom in mind as I continue to write. I’m looking forward to working with you again.
Thank you to Viv Freeman, my proofreader for doing such a great job. You went out of your way to accommodate my schedule and I really appreciate all your help.
Thank you to Jessica Hildreth, my incredibly talented cover designer. You kicked ass designing the QUAKE cover. Thank you for the great teasers you made. You pick the best pictures to go with my quotes.
Thank you to model and photographer Nathan Hainline for the picture on the front cover of QUAKE.
Thank you to my beta readers: Valerie DeGeorge, Jessica Green, Dawn Nicole Costiera, Angela Apollonio DeMarco, Diane Hamilton and Cara. You all helped me to make QUAKE the best it could be and I’m thankful for all of your suggestions.
We have the best street team, The Chance Takers. These ladies post twenty-four hours a day, I don’t think any of them sleep. They work tirelessly to get our teasers seen and they do a great job of it. Thank you, Chance Takers – Donna Benton, Kerry Callaway, Brittany Danielle Christina, Elena R. Cruz, Lisa Davall, Paula Dawn, Valerie DeGeorge, Karen Dilllon, Jessica Green, Beth Hurley, Rhiannon King, Michele McKenzie, Miriam Meza, Misty Paige, Jessica Simons and Kaye Springett. You ladies kick ass.
Thank you to Denielle Hoppe and LB Martinez. You guys have been a huge help to me in so many ways.
Thank you to all the amazing ladies in our Brothers Chance Playroom. I appreciate all the support you’ve shown me and QUAKE. You ladies keep me laughing every single day with your hilarious memes and too much information posts. I think I have a much better understanding of the female brain because of you all. The Fritos in QUAKE are a nod to you and so is the hair pulling. We have such a great group because of each one of you.
Thank you to the ladies from The Divas Book Lounge, you guys have been so supportive, helpful and welcoming to me.
Thank you to all the blogs and bloggers that have shared QUAKE. No one would know about it if it wasn’t for you guys.
Thank you to Jackie & Val’s Book Reviews, The Bashful Book Whore, Beaute De Livres, Book Lovers Hangout, Amo & Sarah’s Book Corner and Sassy Book Club. All of you have been so helpful, sharing my teasers and believing in me when you didn’t really have a reason to.
Val DeGeorge, you’ve become like a second mother to me - my inappropriate, book mom, lmao. You’ve been such a big help with Chance Promotions and anything else I need. You’re always ready to jump in and do what needs to be done and you make me laugh. I wish I lived near you so I could come over for a beer and some of your delicious cooking.
Jacob Chance grew up in New England. He’s always been interested in writing, although QUAKE is his first published work. QUIVER, the follow up to QUAKE, will be releasing in September of 2016.
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