by Calinda B
“Yes, I see you’re hard.”
“And who is this hardness for? Who makes me stiff with desire?”
“I do.” She inhaled sharply.
“Are you wet for me?”
Damn it.
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’m wet for you.”
“Are you hungry for anyone else?”
Her heart pounded in her chest. “No one else. I’m only hungry for you.”
“Exclusive rights, right, baby?” He leaned closer, crowding her.
Her legs seemed to spread apart of their own accord. “Yes.”
“I think you want me, am I right?”
“I do want you,” she said. She licked her lips nervously, tipping her head back to look at him.
“And I want you. You’re the only thing that’s kept me going the last couple days.” He placed his hands on the back of the sofa, one on each side of her head, and brought his mouth close to hers. “The only thing,” he said into her mouth, “that’s kept me going.”
He sucked softly on her lips, settling his knee between her legs.
She ground against it, incensed at her body’s response to him.
“You want this, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, I want this.”
“Are you scared?” He pushed aside her hair and nibbled her neck.
“A little,” she said, closing her eyes.
“Of me?” He kissed her jaw tenderly.
“Of what I don’t know about you.”
“I don’t want to tell you yet,” he said, making circles into her core with his knee.
She moaned. “Okay.”
Why am I giving in so easily? she thought, her body betraying her with need and want. It’s the sex. This is the sex talking.
He leaned down to her ear.
“I’m not going to tell you until I’m ready, got it?” His voice came out all sexy and silky, thrumming into her head.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Got it.”
“Good,” he said. “All day I’ve dreamed of fucking you. Fucking you and fucking you and fucking you.”
He kept up his knee circles.
She held her breath, waiting for him to say more. As he pressed into her pussy, she sank deeper into her huge sofa—the man-sized one her dad had given her after her mom moved out, along with the rest of the living room furniture.
“And last night, too. Last night was fucking intense. But I got through it, baby. I got through it thinking of you.” He moved closer and pulled her shirt up, cupping her breasts. “What does that make you?”
“I don’t know,” she said, breathing fast. “What does it make me?”
“It makes you the only person who really matters to me. It makes you my touchstone. It makes you the one person who’s going to get me through the shit I’m in.” His fingers stroked the lace and satin of her bra. “This shirt’s got to go. Raise your arms.”
She complied, lifting her arms over her head, her hair falling along the back of the couch.
He brushed her tender skin with his palms as he drew the shirt up. “Damn. You’re beautiful.” He tossed the shirt to the floor.
She shivered as his fingertips softly slid back down, tracing her contours.
He drew one finger under her bra strap and tugged it over her shoulder. “You’re mind-blowingly gorgeous, Zoé.” He did the same on the other side. He cupped her shoulders with his hands and dragged his palms down to her wrists, circling them with thumb and forefinger. “Sit forward, baby. This lacy bit of sexy must go. It keeps me from you.”
He pulled gently on her arms.
She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his leg.
He unclasped her bra and slid it off, then gave it a toss.
She grasped his hard thigh, sucking in her breath.
He crouched between her legs. His hands moved to her breasts and held them, fingering the nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. “You’ve got beautiful breasts, baby.”
“Thank you,” she said, her head still leaning against his thigh, her hair falling around her face.
Lifting her head, she brought her palm up and stroked the fabric covering his cock. She found the zipper slider and tugged. Her fingers wriggled in the opening, burrowing beneath his boxers until they connected with hot, hard flesh.
He hissed, squeezing her nipples hard.
She tugged, pulling him free of his jeans, until his erection pointed in her direction. “You’ve got a beautiful cock, Jace.”
“You like it, baby? It’s all yours.”
She licked the soft head, tentative at first, unsure of herself. He smelled like soap and musk.
“Suck it, baby. I like to be sucked, hard, then soft.”
Her mind recoiled. His words reminded her he’d slid into another woman’s mouth—maybe countless other women. Any man this gorgeous has had lots of women.
She tipped her head to look at him, her eyes pleading and moist. “I want to be the only woman in your life.”
“Only you, Zoé Dubois,” he said. He fingered strands of her hair. “Use your mouth to play with me.”
She opened wide and let him slide in until the head collided with the back of her throat. She gagged a little, embarrassed at her ineptitude. She didn’t think of herself as an expert when it came to giving a guy head. She’d refused with most of her boyfriends.
“Easy, baby. Relax the muscles in the back of your throat. Think of me as a big piece of juicy steak.”
The image made her laugh. “Steak? I’ll choke. You’ll have to give me the Heimlich maneuver.”
“Okay, whatever you like, then,” he said, adding his own laugh. “As long as it’s hot and juicy.” He rubbed her head with his palms, massaging her scalp with his sensuous fingertips.
She wanted to purr.
“So juicy and succulent you want to swallow me.”
Her throat muscles relaxed around him until he touched the back of her throat without triggering the gag reflex. She released him, let him enter again, and released, stroking him with her hand at the base.
“Oh, God, baby, that’s intense.”
Encouraged, she let her tongue lick from base to head, lovingly lapping at his throbbing heat. Hungry to feel his skin, she yanked his pants down, taking the boxers, too. Her fingers caressed his chiseled muscles, dancing along the coarse hairs. They roamed and explored, pushing into the moist crease at the apex between his legs, fingering his balls. She tipped her head to the side and looked up at him.
The returning smile she received touched her heart.
“All for you,” he said.
She took him in her mouth and sucked, letting the slippery inside of her cheeks caress him.
“You’re going to make me come.” Jace’s legs trembled slightly as he rocked into her mouth. “Are you ready for this? Can I come in your sweet mouth?”
Am I ready for this? She took a deep breath, slid him out, and whispered, “Yes. Come in my mouth.”
“Okay, suck me hard, baby. Swallow me. Take all of me inside you.” His legs shook even harder as he convulsed.
She sensed him gentling his thrusts to keep from ramming down her throat. She held tightly to his erection, sucking, licking, relaxing and letting him go as deep as she could tolerate. All the while her hand kept up a steady stroking at the base of his cock.
“I’m going to come, baby. Oh, fuck.” He let out a long, low groan. “Fuck,” he groaned, letting loose a pumping stream of fluid.
At first, the mouthful of slippery juice overwhelmed her. She struggled to swallow, blinking, and tearing. Some of it leaked from her mouth, hot and viscous. She wiped it with the back of her hand. She managed to consume the rest, surprised it tasted salty and wild, like him.
Jace pulled her to her feet, panting. “Are you okay? Too much?”
“Once I stopped resisting it, I liked it,” she said. “You taste different.”
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Well, different than Billy. She’d wanted to hurl when he’d come in her mouth. His semen had a bitter, horrid taste. She’d spit most of him out of her mouth, offending him.
“I don’t know, just different. Different good. I didn’t think I’d like it.”
He kissed the side of her mouth, licking droplets of his seed with the tip of his tongue. “Good. It makes me happy that you like the way I taste.”
“Do you like the way you taste?” she asked, amazed.
“I like the way I taste on you.” He kissed the other side of her mouth, letting his tongue graze her skin. Then, he kissed her full on the mouth, crushing against her, his hands around her neck, her back, possessively drawing her into him. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said when he broke away. “You’ve turned me inside out. I’m a very happy man when I’m with you.”
He nuzzled her hair.
Her core throbbed in response. “I want you to be happy all the time.” If you tell me your secrets. Her breath grew shallow as thoughts of him having a woman at his house drifted through her mind. A woman named Lila. Jealousy burned a hole in her belly. Not wanting him to see her confusion, she rested her head on his shoulder and let her eyes close for a second. He told me there’s no one else. He said there’s only me. She opened her eyes and lifted her gaze to meet his, deciding to be patient.
Jace grinned. “Take those britches off, woman.”
She slid the pants from her legs as he yanked his shirt over his head.
“Panties, too, baby. I want skin on skin.”
A gush of sensation washed through her as he stood before her, naked and godlike. “You drive me wild, Jace.”
“Good. I can say the same. Look.” He flicked his eyes down and back to hers.
She glanced at his cock, stirring back to life. He wanted her. It made her ache, flooding her with need. “Please, please, please put that thing inside me.”
“Ask and ye shall receive,” he said with a chuckle. “But first…” His eyes glittered, dark and hooded. He lifted his pants from the floor, holding them while smiling a secretive smile.
“What are you doing?” She studied him, searching for answers.
“It’s a secret.”
More secrets.
“Eyes closed, baby.”
She tipped her head to the side.
“Come on.” His tongue slid between his lips. “Trust me.”
How can I trust you if you keep secrets from me? She squeezed her eyes shut.
He laughed. “This won’t hurt. I promise.”
She huffed out a sigh and let her face relax.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
A sharp laugh left her lips. “Officer, am I being arrested?” Her eyes flew open.
He stopped whatever he was doing, keeping his hand in the pocket of his jeans. He met her eyes with a gaze so hot it made her core ache. “Do it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re being bossy.”
He licked his lips and swallowed. “Please, baby.” His voice skimmed along her insides like silk. “Close your eyes and turn around.”
Can I trust him? She sighed, and turned around, bumping her shins against the sofa.
“Hands behind your back.”
She tensed, yet complied.
Jace took her wrists in one hand. He wound soft twine around her wrists, securing it tightly but not so that it hurt.
She hissed. “Jace, what is this?”
“A simple binding. I’m showing you my intentions.”
Her brows squeezed together. “What are they?”
“Shhh, baby. I don’t want to have to have to muzzle you.”
She swallowed. “Why would you want to?”
He ignored her. “Lower yourself to your knees on top of the couch cushion.” His voice came out raw and husky.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed.
She fell forward to her knees on the oversized couch, losing her balance.
He caught her around the waist, holding her steady. “That’s it. Spread your legs and rest your forehead on the back of the sofa.”
She squinted, opening one eye to find the sofa back. When she rested her head on the soft surface, she closed them again. Flutters of excitement coursed through her. She spread her legs wide.
The cushions gave between her legs as Jace settled his knees between hers. He placed his warm hand on her back. He used his other hand to softly slap her pink lips with his rigid length.
She jerked, then relaxed as arousal shot through her.
He slid the head of his cock up and down, up, and down. “You’re so wet.”
“Yes,” she breathed. She arched her back. “Inside, Jace. Put it inside me.”
“Shhh.” He kept up the glide and slide.
Shivers of pleasure exploded, each time he touched her clit.
He placed a palm on each butt cheek and spread them wide. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He chuffed out ragged breaths. Then, he removed one hand and guided himself inside.
She gasped.
“God,” he groaned. “Feel this?” he growled, grinding his cock inside.
“Yeah, I feel it.”
“This,” he said, thrusting into her again, “is all for you. Yours. Exclusively.” He pushed his hips in insistent, slow undulations. He gripped her hips. Then, he stilled.
His cock twitched inside her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m feeling you.”
She wiggled her butt.
“Stop moving, baby. Give me a minute or I’ll come.”
Ohhh. He’s trying not to orgasm.
With her hands tied behind her back, her forehead smashed into the sofa, and this beautiful man’s erection resting inside her, she wondered if she’d explode. Pleasure coursed through her in heady waves.
“Fuck me, Jace,” she said. “Now fuck me. Deeper.”
“Yeah, baby?” he said. He seemed to grow larger inside her. “Like this?”
He ground against her, circling his hips, pushing in and out, in and out.
“Oh, yeah,” she cried. “Jace!”
Sensation arose in her like a furious storm, whipping wild and uncontrolled through her body. Sounds erupted from her, moans and growls that she’d never heard coming from her mouth.
He pounded into her. “Oh, fuck,” he cried. “Oh, fuck!”
He let out a long, low growl, shuddering as he came. “Zoé. My beautiful Zoé.” He untied her wrists.
She shook out her arms. She felt loopy—almost high from the rush of pleasure.
“Come here.” He pulled out of her and guided her to face him. “That’s my intention. What we just did. You need to trust me.”
A thousand protests launched into her throat. But now was not the time to voice them—not after he gave her that stunning experience. She simply nodded.
“Lay back.” His expression looked soft and tender.
She settled onto the sofa.
Climbing between her legs, he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, her jaw, her lips, making her feel desired and wanted. Then, he spread out on top of her. He put his arm around her and shifted them both to a snuggled-up side by side position.
She melted into him.
His arms encircled her, cradling her, holding her close.
She pressed her ear against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, strong and steady. Her body practically purred with satisfaction.
He remained quiet, breathing deep and even.
“Are you awake?” she asked.
“Mm hmm,” he murmured.
“Can you spend the night?” She propped herself on her forearms to look at him. “Can you?”
“I wish I could but I can’t.”
“You have to get home to your trouble,” she said in a flat voice.
He opened his eyes. “I have to get home to a situation. Don’t worry. Please. I’d rather be here, in this moment, with you, not future tripping.” He pushed
away a sweaty lock of hair from her cheek. “Please?”
“Okay,” she said, turning her head to lie on his chest again. Inside, doubts rose, clouding her good mood. I’m being used again, same as with Billy. She fought with the doubt, pushing it away. He’ll tell me in his own good time.
“Baby,” he said, stroking her back.
“Mm hmm.”
“You’re important to me.”
“Okay.”
“No, really. You’re important to me. You matter. I’d stay if I could but I can’t.”
She wanted to ask him a million questions. She wanted to know everything about him, what made him tick, what he was like when he was at work, and what kind of fucking trouble he was in. Her insecurities whirled like a tempest inside. If you press him, he’ll run. She finally settled on, “I’m a really good listener.”
He seemed to tense. “I’m…not yet, okay?”
Instead, she bit her lip and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He smiled.
She stroked the hairs on his chest, conflicted about her next question. “Did you get any fallout from Billy?”
He tensed. “A little, yeah.”
“Oh, no,” she said. “He’s suing you, am I right?”
“More like he’s suing my place of employment to the tune of two million with me as the reason for his unhappiness.”
“Fuck,” Zoé said.
“That’s some of the trouble?”
“Yep, a bonus.”
“And you’re not going to tell me the rest of it.” Can I really do this? Can I wait for him to tell me in his own time? She let out a long sigh.
“We’ve already discussed this.”
“What are you going to do? I don’t want you to get hurt. Or, do something stupid.”
He chuckled. “I’ll think of something. Don’t worry. My job is to keep you safe and trouble free.”
She smiled, not feeling reassured in the slightest. She pushed away from him to sitting. “I’ll do my best to be a safe harbor for you.” The words sounded hollow. What about me? I’m to martyr myself so he feels safe?
She reached to the floor for her pants.
He took them out of her hand. “Come back here. I miss you.”
She melted at his words and laid back on top of him. “I’d rather know the whole story, but if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I’ll still be here.” The words sounded stoic…solid…like the right thing to say in this situation. Only thing, she hated being left in the dark. She was not her mother, silently stewing while making plans to leave her father rather than deal with things and assert herself.