by J. M. Walker
I stared after her. I shouldn’t want her more, but I did. Hearing her words, listening to her speak, and putting me in my place turned me on, but it also made me fall in love with her even more than I already had.
Slumping back onto the couch, I dropped my head in my hands. What the hell was wrong with me? I had a good thing. A very good thing. Piper had been the only woman to put up with my shit but also called me out when I fucked up.
My phone took that moment to vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I didn’t bother checking the display and answered. “Yeah.”
When no answer came, I sat up straighter.
“Hello?” I stood and headed into the house.
No one answered. Instead, all I got was static. I heard what sounded like a car off in the distance.
When I went to demand who was there, the line went dead. Checking the phone, I saw that it was an unknown number.
“Jaron?”
My head snapped up.
Piper stood at the entrance to the kitchen. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Wrong number,” I told her, shoving the phone in my pocket. “I’ll lock up, but I think I’m going to check out that surprise.”
She nodded. “Okay. It’s all in the basement for you.”
When she went to walk by me, I grabbed her hand, stopping her from going any farther. “Thank you, Piper,” I murmured in her ear. “Thank you for everything.”
Much to my surprise, she turned in my arms and stood on tiptoes. She placed a hard peck on my mouth. “You don’t have to thank me for anything, Jaron.” She kissed me one last time before pulling away from me.
I headed to the basement door but not before I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Piper was standing at the door to our bedroom, looking my way. “Enjoy your workout, Jaron,” she said, slipping into the room, the door quietly shutting behind her.
The silence surrounding me suddenly became loud, the demons of what I had done while in jail, screaming for that release. But like normal, I ignored them, and I knew that if I didn’t talk about it, they would eventually take over.
Piper
After I left Jaron standing in the living room, I quickly headed to our bedroom. I went to get changed into pajamas when my gaze landed on his white t-shirt sitting on the edge of my bed. I couldn’t even remember when he had put it there.
Stripping out of my clothes, I threw them in the laundry hamper. My gaze flicked back to his shirt. Lifting it to my nose, I inhaled. It smelled of spice and him. Everything that made up Jaron.
I slipped the worn fabric over my head and down my naked body. The Hell’s Harlem logo sat above my left breast. I fisted the fabric and brought it back up to my nose. The scent of him washed over me, my nipples hardening. That familiar ache settled between my thighs.
My gaze flicked to the door. When I didn’t hear anything, my stomach fell that he wasn’t coming to join me. He said he was going to check out his surprise but a part of me hoped that he would join me instead. Not that I expected anything more than for him to just sleep beside me. But I wanted him to hold me. To tell me that everything would be okay. That we would be okay.
We went into this backwards. Before we actually became an us and I wanted to do everything I could to make it work. But I couldn’t do it without him.
Taking a deep breath and then another, I let my feet guide me to the door. Leaving my bedroom, I headed out into the living room and saw that Jaron was nowhere to be found.
Deciding to check to see if he did go into the basement, I went down the stairs leading to the surprise Cyrus, Sammy, and I had done up for Jaron. It was my idea. I wanted to give him something as a form of therapy. Something that could help him out of his head, and I knew from speaking with Gigi, that working out could help.
Once I stood on the other side of the door that led to the home gym, I chewed my bottom lip. What would I even say to him? I could work out with him, but it wasn’t like I was exactly dressed for lifting weights.
I lifted my hand to knock but hesitated. I could hear the weights moving. I hoped that it would become a routine for Jaron. To give him something that felt…normal. He had said that he wasn’t used to it being so quiet. As much as I was sure there were things about jail that he didn’t want to remember, working out was probably not one of them.
Cyrus and Sammy helped me design the home gym for him. When they went to see him, he told them that working out was what he did to keep out of trouble. So it made sense to have one at home for him.
I was still shocked at myself for my little outburst out in the backyard, but I’d had enough. He needed to hear my thoughts. I imagined what it would be like to have angry sex with him. It was probably dirty, hard, rough, and downright filthy.
Jaron needed more than just physical contact. He needed to talk. To me. To a professional. To someone.
I had heard of people having PTSD after getting released from jail. Stupid me thought that he wasn’t in it long enough for that to happen, but I was clearly wrong. I didn’t know what he had done to survive. He wouldn’t tell me. God, I wish he would tell me. Just something. Anything. I needed to hear his voice. But he closed up. Completely.
My thoughts traveled back to how he used to be. He had been dominant when I first slept with him but now, he was worse. My core clenched, remembering the way he had control of my body. The tension had been building ever since he got home. I almost expected something to happen tonight, but it didn’t. It threw me off. Jaron had never been a gentleman when it came to sex. It was one of the many things I loved about him because I was the same way. I enjoyed when he threw me up against the wall and took what he wanted, giving me everything in return just the same. But nothing happened. I needed it. I needed him. That rough side of him. He knew I could take it. It would happen. In time. Because I knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Eventually he would snap and give me everything that I wanted.
Placing my hand on the doorknob, I took a breath and then another. He needed to get out of his head. Working out and sex, they were the only ways I knew would help him. I would be his therapy. Whatever he needed. And whenever he was ready to talk, I would be there as well.
Before I changed my mind and ran, I opened the door and stepped into the gym.
Jaron sat on a bench, wiping the sweat off his face.
Every inch of me came alive. The tiny hairs on my body tingled. My stomach tumbled. My heart raced.
His head popped up, his dark slate eyes meeting mine before roaming down the length of me. He sat up straighter, tossing the towel to the floor. He pulled the earbuds from his ears before setting his phone on the bench behind him.
No words passed between us.
My heart picked up speed, pounding in my ears like tiny little drums.
Closing the door behind me, I leaned against it.
He watched me and waited. I could almost hear him saying, ‘You want something, come and get it.’
The few times we had been together, he was in full control. Well tonight, it was my turn. It wouldn’t last for long, but I could have some control for a little bit at least.
I pushed away from the door and took a step toward him.
We were alone. Just he and I
This was our time. Our moment. Just Jaron and me. One of many moments that we needed. That everyone knew we needed.
He leaned back the closer I got to him.
Once I stood directly in front of him, he spread his knees. Accepting that as my invitation, I stepped between them.
No matter how many times I had seen him in them, the gray sweatpants always did it for me. Especially when he wore them with a white t-shirt.
Jaron reached up, cupping the back of my thighs and leaning his forehead against my chest. Inhaling deep, a rough growl escaped him. His hold on my thighs tightened.
My breath caught. Inching my hands into his dark hair, it took everything in me not to just throw myself at him.
Touch me. Kiss me. Destroy me.
> I didn’t need his dirty words. Hell, I didn’t even need foreplay. I could feel my desire for him dripping down my inner thighs. I wondered if he could smell it. We had been so damned in tune with each other; it was almost unnatural.
Sliding his hands up the back of my thighs, he grazed his fingers over the curve of my ass, pushing the t-shirt up higher along with the movement. He licked his lips, his eyes darkening even more at seeing what laid beneath the material.
He slid off the bench, sitting on the floor and pulling me closer.
My breath caught, unable to take my gaze away from the man who was my undoing.
Jaron leaned against the bench, hooking his hand under my thigh and pulling my left leg over his shoulder. A low growl left him, his eyes locking on the spot between my legs.
I shivered at the mere intensity rolling off of him. He looked at me like he hadn’t eaten in days and I was his last meal. His only meal.
He stretched his legs out in front of him, running his fingers lightly up my inner thighs. His touch was gentle but there was something hidden in his eyes that told me it wasn’t what he wanted.
I took the hint and stepped closer toward him, pushing my fingers through his hair. Closing the distance between us, his hot breath fanned over my bare pussy.
Jaron reached around me and cupped my ass, pulling me closer toward his mouth.
My muscles shook, my bones vibrating beneath my skin. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to hurry up but at the same time, I was having fun watching him.
Leaning forward, he pushed his nose against my clit, taking a deep breath.
Chewing my bottom lip, I watched as he scented me.
Another rough growl left him as he pushed his nose lower and over my center. “Fuck,” he whispered.
I whimpered, never knowing that it was like this. Not with him. Not with anyone. He was all I wanted. All I needed. Before I begged for him to do what both of us wanted, his tongue peeked out. He slid it from my center to the spot above my clit and back down. He repeated the movement, the desire I felt for him, heightening the longer he teased us both.
His lips moved to my inner thigh, his teeth biting down. Hard.
A gasp escaped me, a flood of heat spreading throughout every inch of me.
Jaron grunted, cupping my ass and pulling me closer.
He sat back on the bench, laid down, and tapped his mouth.
I took the hint and straddled his chest.
He gave me a wink and shuffled under me until he was face first with my center. Another wink and I was lowered onto his mouth.
He snarled against me, his beard scratching at my inner thighs.
Another gasp lodged its way in my throat, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as the unexpected pleasure slammed through every inch of me.
Jaron hummed, shaking his head between my legs.
I whimpered, grabbing onto the edge of the bench for support as I rode his face. His tongue was inside me, licking at the walls of my very soul. I could feel him everywhere but at the same time, it wasn’t where I wanted him most.
Jaron released me with a wet smack and kissed both of my inner thighs before dropping me even harder on his tongue.
I moaned, undulating against him, trying to get the orgasm I was desperate for. That release I craved before I could do anything else. I couldn’t focus on anything except getting him back inside me but right now, I wanted his mouth to make me come.
Please make me come.
He grunted, sucked my clit between his teeth, and bit down.
A gasp escaped me, my eyes widening at the delicious pain rushing through the tiny little bundle of nerves.
He did it again.
Bite. Suck. Repeat.
“God,” I whined, rubbing myself over his mouth.
Faster and faster, I moved. The orgasm was so damn close, I could taste it.
My skin tingled. My muscles tensed. My bones vibrated.
So close but so far.
Jaron sunk his teeth into my clit one last time, a surge of wetness leaving my body at the delicious agony throbbing through me.
I cried out, his name leaving my lips on a hard scream as the release suddenly slammed into me.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs, holding me tight against his mouth as he swallowed my orgasm.
“God, I can’t…” I shook against him. “Please.”
Before I could come down from the high, Jaron pushed me off of him. I was drunk with the need for more. For him to fill me with every inch of him.
He straddled the bench behind me, grabbing hold of my waist and pulling my legs out from under me.
I landed on the seat of the bench with an oomph.
Jaron pulled his cock out of his pants. He towered over me, fisting my hair and thrusting into me in a rough move.
I screamed, another release slamming into me at the unexpected invasion.
He grunted his approval, pounding into me with a fervor I would always crave from him. Lowering his mouth to my cheek, he licked the corner of my mouth.
Taking a deep breath, I could smell the scent of my desire on his lips.
My body clenched down and around him, taking him even deeper. “Jaron, please.”
“What do you want?” he murmured in my ear. “Want rougher, baby?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. I shouldn’t want it this way.
“No.” He grabbed hold of my braid, pulling me to all fours. “Look in the mirror, Piper.”
I did as I was told, glancing at our reflection in the mirror staring back at us. I had forgotten that Cyrus had put up the mirrored wall like a real gym.
“I like that you’re wearing my shirt.” Jaron ran his hand up my back, pushing the fabric to my shoulders. “I really fucking like it.”
Gripping the edges of the bench, I started moving back against him.
His eyes snapped to mine in the mirror. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” I demanded. “Now.”
A wicked grin spread on his face. He gripped the cheeks of my ass, digging his fingers into the flesh and picking up speed with his hips. His pelvis slammed into the seat of my rear.
“Harder,” I heard myself say. “Jaron, please.”
“Fuck.” He reached up, grabbing my braid and pulling me back against him. “You want it? Fucking take it, Piper.”
With his one arm wrapped around my middle and his hand in my hair, I slammed my ass back against him and took it. I took it all.
***
With his cock deep inside me and his name on my lips, I gave him all of me. Jaron had moved us so I could straddle him. But what I wanted most was to kiss him. To take his very breath deep into my lungs until all either of us could focus on was just our lust for the other. He was the beginning to my end. Everywhere I turned, he was there. Maybe not physically but while he had been gone, I could sense him in everything I did. Everywhere I went. It was like he had eyes everywhere. Watching me. Keeping me safe. Maybe he did and I just didn’t know about it.
He had been the only one to ever know me. My desires. My fantasies. Everything that made up me. Us. I wanted to explore everything with him and make it ours.
Keeping his gaze on me, he reached between us and brushed the back of his knuckles up my inner thigh.
The higher he got, the harder my heart raced.
When his fingers reached my clit, a soft sigh escaped me.
His eyes twinkled but again, no words. I wondered why but enjoyed the silence just the same.
Keeping my arms around his shoulders, I held on, moving my hips back and forth against him and gave him all of me.
Jaron brushed his other hand down my back. When it reached the curve of my ass, it slid beneath the shirt and lifted the fabric up the length of my body and over my head.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough.
I smiled softly. “Please.”
He smirked, gripped my hips, and started thrusting up and down in rough moves.
&nbs
p; I had learned rather quickly that he loved when that word dripped off my tongue.
Jaron cupped my nape and pulled me against him, crushing his mouth to mine.
I sighed, taking his tongue deep between my lips.
Running my hands up his back, I dug my fingers into his hair and deepened he kiss, slamming my hips against him at the same time.
He growled, trying to gain control but both of us knew that neither of us had the control we liked to think we had. It just wasn’t possible.
“Fuck, baby.” He broke the kiss, sinking his teeth into my jaw. “You like my fat cock deep inside your sweet little cunt?”
My core clenched.
He chuckled. “I take that as a yes.”
I smiled, a hard moan leaving me. This was the Jaron I was used to. The one I wanted. The one I fell in love with. “Jaron,” I whined, my center throbbing.
“What?” He pulled me against him, kissing the side of my throat.
With the tight hold he currently had on me, I couldn’t move against him. The longer time went on, the more it hurt. And the more it hurt, the more I throbbed for him.
“What do you want, Piper?” he asked, his mouth still against my throat.
“For you to move,” I breathed. “Please. I need more.”
“Hmmm…more? Are you sure?” he asked, pushing into me as deeply as my body would allow.
“God, yes.” I leaned back, cupping his cheek. “Please fuck me. Harder. Rougher. I don’t even care anymore.”
“Yeah?” His mouth brushed along the shell of my ear. He lifted me and dropped me onto him.
I cried out. “Holy.” I whimpered. “Hell.”
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, thrusting hard and fast. “You wanted faster, Piper?”
“I…I can’t…” I shivered, my skin tingling as the pleasure consumed me.
“You started this. You came in here wearing my shirt and looking all sexy as fuck. So, you can, and you will. Take it all, baby.”