by Toni Aleo
Oh, the look on my mother’s face if she knew…
But it feels right.
It just does. I don’t understand why and I refuse to look into it.
When he stops at his door, he looks back at me and I expect him to say something. Probably along the lines that this is my chance to back out. But he doesn’t and I’m glad. I’m worried I might have taken my out and run like a scared little girl. But I’m no little girl, hidden behind three older brothers who run my life. No, I’m Avery. I’m strong; I can do this. I can be the woman I want to be, and that woman is about to sleep with Jace Sinclair.
Before he opens the door, he pulls me to him, kissing me hard on the lips. I swear no one has ever kissed me like this. Not only are his lips thick and consuming but they have such promise in them. Not sure what the promise is for—a good time, dirty things to come, hell, I don’t know—but I want that promise. I want him and I can’t get over the way he looks at me. I know that’s what is drawing me to him. I may feel differently afterward, but right now, I’m going to enjoy being the center of his world.
After tearing his mouth from mine and leaving me gasping for breath, his eyes burn into mine, searching. I can only blink up at him, unable to understand why he is looking at me like that. He is so stunning, so beautiful, and I feel unbelievably gorgeous under his gaze. How could I think this was anything but right? Oh shit, what the hell is happening?
A grin curves his lips. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
My eyes fall shut as a grin covers my lips. “I just thought the same thing.”
As he squeezes my side with his large hand, I open my eyes, meeting his intense stare before he leans over, kissing me hard on the lips once more. I don’t pull away as he opens the door, and I swear I’m like a rag doll in his grasp. When he lifts me, I come crashing into his chest, the door slamming behind me before he pushes me up against it. The wood is hard under my back, but I don’t feel the pain—all I feel is him kissing me hard on the lips. I hear the lock of the door before his hands thread in my hair, pulling slightly as he holds me in place, his mouth destroying mine.
I wanted it rough, I didn’t want a gentleman, and Jace is delivering everything I need. I want to feel this, I want every touch to be seared into my brain, I never want to forget the moment Jace Sinclair took me and made me his for the night. My whole body is on fire. Everything. And man, I want him. As I arch up against him, he groans into my mouth and his hands move from my hands to my ass, pulling me hard against his solid, thick erection.
Good God.
Gasping for breath, he smiles against my lips before opening his eyes to meet mine. “I want you so fucking bad, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Why is that?”
His question burns into my lips, his gaze holding me hostage as his lips barely touch mine.
“I have no clue, but I want you too,” I whisper against him, my leg coming up to hook on his hip.
“Bad?” he asks, his dark gaze holding mine.
“So fucking bad,” I breathe, running my hot center along his generous erection.
I’m unable to say more as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist while he carries me across the room toward the bed, holding my gaze. When he lays me down, I assume we are on a bed, but I realize we aren’t. We are on a trampoline. Looking around the room, I see that it is bare. The bed, though, is covered with bags. When I look up at the bunk bed, I wonder why we aren’t up there.
“A trampoline?” I ask as his lips run down my neck to the top of my breasts.
“Yeah, it’s how you get in the bed.”
“Why aren’t we in the bed?”
“It’s packed with shit, and I can’t wait. I need you.” His voice is hard, needful, and who am I to question that?
I could comment, but I doubt he’d hear me and I don’t want to stop him. His mouth is hard and rough against my neck, the hair on his jaw scratching me as he pulls down the front of my shirt, moving my bra too before dropping his mouth to my taut nipple. Arching off the trampoline, I cry out as he takes turns with his lips and teeth against my sensitive peaks. My body is shaking under his touch, and when his hand slides down my stomach to the front of my jeans, I squeeze my eyes shut.
Fuck. This is happening.
Yes, and you want it, a voice deep inside me says, and I can’t disagree.
I do. I do want it.
Reaching down, I help him undo my pants, but then I realize the light is on.
When I pause his hands with mine, he looks up at me, confused.
“Are you gonna put the brakes on?”
I smile. “No, but—”
“Are you a teasing Tessa?” he asks, his voice full of his own teasing.
I can’t help it, I might be so turned on I can’t breathe, but somehow I laugh. “No. Jeez, do me a favor and turn the lights off.”
When he lifts a brow, I swear I could gobble up his beautiful face. How could someone this magnificent be walking this earth? To think, there are two more of these Sinclair creatures… It’s kind of scary. But before I can dwell on that any longer, he asks, “What?”
“The lights, shut them off.”
“Why?” He grins, his mouth coming to nibble on my jaw. “I want to see you.”
“Yeah, no, shut them off,” I say, a certain kind of panic settling deep in my stomach. I really didn’t think this through. I should have known he’d want the lights on, and that can’t happen.
But he must see the panic in my eyes because he nods, lifting off me with no more questions and going to the light switch. When the room fills with darkness, only the lights from the party out in the back seeping through the window up near the ceiling, I wait for my eyes to adjust. When they do, I watch as he prowls across the room, Soon, all my laughter is gone, replaced with white-hot lust. He’s so big, so thick, and I’m shaking with my need for him as I push my jeans down along with my panties.
He does the same, and when the light from the party shines on his naked body, I’m dumbstruck. Wordless. I mean, Jesus, the length, the girth, the size of him… It’s completely and utterly astounding. His cock is standing at attention, his thighs thick. He has a hockey goal on his thigh that reads, “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” in the middle of it. It’s begging me to get closer for a better look, but I’m stunned to the flat surface of the trampoline. I can only watch as he moves toward me.
But he doesn’t cover me with his body right away. Placing his knee on the trampoline between my legs, he reaches above me into a dresser drawer and then slams it shut, a package crinkling in his hand.
A condom.
Good. He’s smart, which is good. Because honestly, I had forgotten all about a condom. I just want that long, ample dick inside of me. He drops on top of me, his mouth finding mine as his hand tangles in my hair. His body is blistering against mine as my legs hook onto his hips, his cock hard and thick against my wet center. I’m dripping for this dude, and I can promise that has never happened before. I’ve never wanted to be consumed by someone the way I want to be consumed by Jace.
“Lift your arms,” he demands and I do as his says, my shirt and bra joining my jeans somewhere on his floor. When his chest presses to mine, the feel of heat on top of heat, I gasp, my fingers weaving into his hair as our hearts pound into each other. His fingers bite into the middle of my back, his kisses becoming more urgent as he slides his cock up and down my needy center. Breathing hard, I take ahold of his cock, teasing my clit with it as he gasps against my mouth. I want him inside me—now—and I reach for the package he holds. I guess he has other ideas, because before I can get the condom, he is moving.
Pushing my leg back, he holds it with his left hand as his right hand opens me up to him. He then drops his mouth to my center, dipping his tongue inside me and along me, causing me to cry out deep from my soul. My voice is hoarse, and my body is trembling and shaking with each pass of his tongue along my tight clit. I try to drop my legs but it’s useless; he’
s too strong and smiles at my attempts.
“Stop,” he demands, his fingers digging harder into my thighs.
“I can’t,” I breathe and his chuckles run up my spine.
“Yes, you can,” he strains, his voice hot against my center, leaving me breathless. But then he lets go of my leg to open me more, and I can only grip the springs of the trampoline for support as he takes me whole into his mouth. My entire pussy is under the control of his mouth. He’s tonguing my clit as his hands hold on to my thighs, causing me to thrash underneath him as my eyes squeeze shut. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt a day in my life.
Gasping out, I clutch the springs, my biceps straining as my back arches before he pulls away, kissing my lips before opening me once more. I can’t hold it in and I start to scream as he gives attention to nothing but my clit. It doesn’t take long. I mean, how could I even try to last with the assault he is causing? And soon, I’m screaming louder, his name echoing through the room as I come apart. But he isn’t done. Still licking along my lips, his finger dances across my pulsating clit, causing me to jerk and thrash from the intense pleasure he has given me.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs against my pussy, but all I can do is pull in deep breaths, my body trembling beneath his talented mouth. “I want more.”
“Take it,” I gasp, the challenge in my voice.
“Oh, I am.” There is nothing but conviction and promise in his voice, and I’m unable to move or to process what he has done to me. I gasp for breath as sweat drips down the side of my face and along my jaw. Inhaling a big breath, I hear the tearing of a package and the hiss of his breath as he rolls the condom down his length. I’m scared for maybe two seconds as he moves between my legs. His gaze is predatory as he holds his cock in his big hand. I worry about his size, but then…I need it. I need him.
As he moves, his other hand is jerky as he pushes my legs back, his mouth hungry against my jaw, and he brings his tip to my entrance. He runs his tongue along my jaw before taking my mouth with his. I’m completely spent, hanging in the abyss, unsure how much more I can take. I move my hand up his back to his jaw, holding him as he kisses me in a way that curls my toes. My mind is still reeling from the way his mouth devoured me, and I legitimately cannot remember the last time I was eaten out. I sure as hell know that anyone after this will never be able to hold a candle to the mouth belonging to Jace Sinclair.
But if I thought his mouth was magic, nothing can compare to how it feels when his cock enters me. Holding my breath, I clutch on to his shoulders as he disappears, ever so slowly, inch by inch, inside me. It isn’t an easy fit; he is big, huge even, and I’m not. It sort of hurts, but I like the pain. Welcome it, need it. Even with the tight fit, he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans against my jaw as he continues to push inside me. “So hot.”
“Yeah,” I gasp, my fingers biting into his back as he fills me to the hilt. When he pushes my other leg up, his fingers dig into my skin as he moves out of me and then back in. Each thrust a little harder, a little more uncontrolled, but all completely Jace. I don’t know him that well, but I’m sure no man has sex like this but him. He’s a no-holds-barred kind of guy, jump in now, think later, and I can’t get enough of it. I may be on the crazy side for allowing this to happen, but I know I had to. I had to let myself enjoy this man, and I don’t regret it at all.
I can tell that no man will ever hold me or look into my eyes the way he is. In the dark, the light from the strobe lights outside flash onto his face. Each time, his green eyes are on me, drinking me in, and I swear it’s as if he is worshiping me. His body moves into me with ease, his chest hard against mine, and I know I’ve never experienced this kind of bliss. I’ve never connected with another guy like this in bed and it scares me.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply, pushing aside those crazy thoughts, because that’s not what I want. I want this—uncontrolled, fun sex—but then he is pressing his nose to mine, and I have no choice but to look deep into his eyes. What I see leaves me breathless. I swear this dude is no player. I had him pegged all wrong and I’m thankful for that, but that only freaks me out more.
Why do I care that he isn’t a player?
That means nothing to me.
He means nothing to me.
But somewhere deep inside of me, I know I’m wrong.
Squeezing my legs, he stills inside of me, his breath rough against my lips before he utters my name. “Avery.”
Just my name, but it’s said with such power, such beauty. His weight then falls on me, squishing the living hell out of me, but I don’t dare move him. I wrap my legs around his waist so he slides deeper inside of me, and my arms hang firmly around his neck as his cock pulsates inside of me. Closing my eyes tightly, I lean my forehead to his before his mouth finds mine, kissing me long and hard, our bodies becoming one. The air around us, I swear, is crackling. I don’t hear anything but the crackle and my own heart, in cadence with his. It’s like a song. A song I’ve sung millions of times. That’s what this is like.
It’s familiar.
Perfect.
And scary as fuck.
I’ve never cuddled.
Are we even cuddling?
Maybe we aren’t.
I’m not sure.
But my leg is across his legs, one arm across his chest, while my other is tucked in between us. My head is in the crook of his armpit, and his hand is lazily running along my hip.
Naked. We’re still naked.
So, I think we are cuddling.
“I’ve never cuddled,” I find myself saying. Nothing is said for a moment; the sounds of the party are loud and clear above us and the music is shaking the window. The room is pitch black except for the random burst of light that leaves me scrambling to get a glimpse of his gorgeous body. His body is so warm, so strong beside me. My body is in shock I think, still recovering from the life-altering sex he just bestowed on me.
Was that even sex, though?
More like head-spinning, toe-curling, ass-smacking, heart-pounding amazingness.
I’ve never had sex like that.
It’s always been quick and forgettable. I mean, I was younger and I never had a free moment to enjoy it, not that I probably would have, but still. This is the first and only time I’ve ever truly enjoyed sex. It was mind-blowing. Perfect, even. And shit, he was amazing. It was as if he knew my body and I knew his. We knew how to move to hit the right spots; he knew how to hold me to lengthen the beauty of it. It was incredible, and honestly, I don’t ever want to leave.
Which is probably why I’m cuddling.
As he runs his finger along my hip, I can feel him smiling when his other hand comes to take me behind my knee, bringing me closer onto him. “I didn’t even realize we were.”
“Yeah.”
“It just feels right.”
I won’t lie, no matter how much that makes me heart race. “Yeah.”
“But I like it.”
“Me too.” Shit. I wasn’t supposed to say that! He can’t know that this is the most amazing moment of my life. No, he’ll look into it. Start seeing our names in hearts and stuff. No. I’m not about that life. I need to leave…but he’s just so warm.
Nuzzling closer, he grips my hip as he buries his nose in my hair. “Can I be honest?”
I pause, opening my eyes to the darkness. “Sure.”
“I thought I was gonna have to work a hell of a lot harder to get you into bed.”
“You mean trampoline?” I ask and he chuckles against my hair, his breath hot and still carrying traces of beer.
“Yeah, trampoline.”
“Which by the way, why didn’t we make it to the bed?”
His lips curve against my head as his fingers dig into my skin. “One, I couldn’t wait that long to climb up some ladder to my bed. Two, I haven’t put my sheets on or anything. I refuse to do it against that mattress. That’s gross—you deserve better than that.”
Aw
. That’s sweet.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime. Now, answer me.”
“Bossy much?”
“Oh baby, I’m just getting started.”
Shit. “Um. I don’t want a relationship,” I blurt out and his body stills.
“Neither do I, but if you think you are walking out this room without me tasting you here—” he pauses to take ahold of my center, surprising the hell out of me. I gasp, arching into his hand as his mouth comes only a breath away from mine “—one more time, you’re crazy.”
“Okay,” I breathe just as a burst of light appears and I catch his green eyes staring into mine.
So intense.
And all on me.
“Now, tell me,” he demands, his fingers tracing the curve of my nether lips. I nip at his bottom lip, and he grins before pressing his sweet lips to mine. It’s an intense, lengthy kiss, one that hits my soul and has me crawling on top of him. Sliding his hands along my ass, he squeezes. “Man, are you gonna make me work for an answer?”
“I should.” I grin, laughter bubbling at the base of my throat. “But truth is, I couldn’t resist your pickup lines.”
“I knew it,” he says roughly, his hands at my hips, then my ribs before cupping my breast. “They get girls every time.”
“I bet,” I sing, and his head falls to the side.
“Don’t believe me?”
“No, you are no player.”
His eyes widen. “No?”
“Nope.” I brace my elbows on his chest before leaning my chin on my hands to look down at him.
“How did you come up with that assumption?”
Leaning on one hand, I reach down, running my finger along his jaw and lips. He nips at my finger, taking it between his teeth and causing me to hiss before he grins, letting my finger go. “Meanie.”
“You like it.”
I do, so much so, I lean down and take his lips with mine. Cupping my face, he runs his thumbs along my cheekbones as we kiss, his touch so familiar, so sweet. He kisses me like we’ve been doing it for years, and that sort of thing should scare me. Instead, it fuels me for more. I deepen our kiss, pressing my chest to his. When his cock comes up against my ass, I move down, sliding my wet center along the length of him, and he responds by tightening his fingers around my waist.