Pieces (Riverdale #1)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  Cara didn’t think it was possible to scream in pain and ecstasy at the same time, but was sure that’s exactly what she was doing. Her breasts ached, her nipples were sore and swollen, and never had been feasted on like they were now. She ground her pulsating pussy against his engorged cock, begging him to take her. She wondered to herself how long he was going to make her wait until he claimed her. He continued to tease her, pressing himself against her. He grabbed her hips and slammed her pelvis into his and when she heard him moan, she knew he was just as tormented as she. He repeated the act, again, only for extra emphasize he rotated his hips giving her a preview of how he was going to take her, whenever he decided that would be.

  He knew that he was an animal in bed, but he had no idea how receptive to his ways Cara would be. He dreamed of them fucking one another’s brains out, but he chalked it up to a fantasy. Never knew that his, sweet Cara was a temptress under all that sugar. He loved it and concluded he would by no means ever get his fill. His fingertips worked the elastic band of those tantalizing shorts down her silky legs. When the fabric pooled around her ankles, he slid off the bed, standing as he pulled them completely off. She spread her legs, treating him to a full view of the goods she had kept hidden from him for so long. Bare and aching for him, he licked his lips and then she snapped her legs shut. He looked up at her abruptly.

  “Lose the shorts, Jake.” Breathless, her chest heaved. “Now,” she demanded. Her tone obviously not playing games and she arched an eyebrow daringly. She wanted to feel his naked flesh against hers.

  Jake swiped the band of his boxers down his legs and kicked them off. He stood at the edge of the bed completely naked before her, looking every bit as delicious and sinful as she expected. Her eyes traveled the length of his body, pausing midway to stare at his impressive erection. Her eyes clouded with hunger, and for a moment she feared she wouldn’t be able to fit him. She’d die trying she asserted and crooked her finger as she spread her legs for him. She wanted his hard body caged between her legs, and her pussy rocking against him.

  He kneeled on the bed and placed one of his hands on each of her knee caps and spread her legs further apart. Jake bent his head and his mouth worked one of her legs. He placed the leg, he wasn’t worshipping against his hip and slid his hand down to her ass, squeezing her ass cheek. When his mouth toyed with her inner thigh, he let his fingers dance down the slit of her wet folds. She arched against his hand before guiding his fingertips to where she desired him most. She was so wet and at that moment he would bet that she probably had, lay awake at night dreaming about this as much as he. His mouth joined the frenzy and lapped her slick folds, quenching his desire to taste her. His tongue found her swollen clit and pressed down upon it.

  Cara didn’t think she’d be able to hold out any longer once she felt his tongue slide against her throbbing clit. She arched against his mouth and grabbed the back of his head. The pressure mounting deep within, if he kept working her the way he was, he’d carry her over the cliff she was climbing. That’s not how she wanted to come. No, the first time she came from Jake, was going to be with him buried deep inside her. She willed herself off the edge of ecstasy and nudged his shoulders with her feet.

  Dear Jesus, please don’t let her tell me we can’t do this, he prayed. Reluctantly, he looked up at her questioningly. She grabbed him roughly and pushed him onto the bed. He rolled over and looked up at her, watching her straddle his body. Her hands splayed flat across his chest, down his stomach and ended their journey clutching his hips. She bent her head and pressed her lips to the head of his cock. His eyes rolled back as her mouth clamped around his dick, and she lavishly began to devour him. His hard veined cock was made for her mouth. The way her lips closed around it and traveled its length, have mercy, it was amazing. Her mouth was tight and wet and he prayed her pussy was exactly the same. Her hand pumped his length as her mouth sucked the tip. She flicked her tongue over the slit on the head and swiped up the juices that his body released as a prelude. She disengaged her mouth and pumped his cock with her hand once, twice, before lifting her body and positioning the head at her entry.

  She cocked her head to the side, and whispered. “I only come, if I’m on top.”

  Christ, he muttered to himself as he stared at her. Not sure if she was blushing from embarrassment or if the heat of her desire was etching her face. He looked down at his raging cock; her little declaration seemed to make it grow harder.

  Last words, she thought and slid down on his cock, taking him inch by inch. She felt herself stretch from within to accommodate him. When she had ground all the way down, she pushed her hair behind her shoulder, and lifted her hips. His hands grabbed her hips and he guided her back down his length. Once he filled her again, she rotated her hips and ran her own hand down her body her fingertips joining her entryway and began to rub her clit in slow circles.

  Holy hell, she was the sexiest thing he ever laid eyes on. When her fingers slid down her sweaty body, he thought he came right then and there. She was completely engulfed in seeking her own pleasure, and he was completely determined to be the one that took her to those heights. He gripped her hips and flipped her over. Startling her out of her trance, her perfect mouth formed an o and he slipped his tongue inside, silencing her. With one hard thrust he filled her again. He grabbed her legs and extended them straight into the air and flattened her onto her back. He watched her eyes slide down to where the bodies were joined. He moved in and out of her with excruciating slowness, savoring the moment.

  She had thought it was impossible, she would’ve sworn she could never feel an impending orgasm unless she was on top, but Jake was proving her wrong. She felt her walls begin to clench around his girth. Panting, desperate for it, she arched meeting him thrust for thrust. When he slammed himself into her hard and fast three consecutive times, she felt her body begin to convulse with pleasure.

  “That’s it baby.” He slammed into her again and she felt her nails dig into his waist. His eyes were focused on her face, and as he watched her in the throes of her orgasm he let himself join her. He groaned her name and pumped her as he let his release spill inside her.

  She fell limp beneath him and he collapsed over her, breathless and completely spent. They were tangled within each other, catching their breath for a few minutes. He heard her mumble something, but he was too much in a fog to make out what it was. He lifted his head from her breast, feeling as it took all the energy he had left to do so.

  “What’d you say?” He panted. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her plump lips. She wiggled beneath him.

  “I love how you feel in me.” She breathed out and he realized he was still inside her, and he slowly slid out of her. He pressed lips to her temple.

  “Cara.” She moaned slightly and he struggled to not forget his train of thought. Her eyes opened slightly and she looked at him. “You okay?” He asked as he trailed his thumb over her lower lip.

  “I’m so much better than just okay.” She leaned up and kissed his lips softly.

  He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. Relief flushed over him. It was one thing to go through with something, it was another to go through with it and not get burned by the aftershocks. He nuzzled his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

  “I love you.” He said against her hair. “I always have.” Reveling that he could finally speak the truth, he struggled with.

  She pulled back slightly so she could look at him. Her eyes were glistening as she spoke. “I love you too Jake.” And then she smiled and he was done for. He closed his eyes and brought her against him again. Holding her like she was a piece of delicate china, savoring the fact that she was in his arms finally, marveling that she loved him just as he did her. They finally were content for the first time in their lives.

  Cara stared at Jake’s arms that were wrapped tightly around her. Her fingertips trailed the artwork that was inked to his arms, absent-mindedly. For the first
time her mind and her heart, had been at peace with each other. She didn’t know what surprised her more, the comfort she felt knowing that Jake had been feeling the same way all along or that they had gone through with their feelings and it didn’t feel weird afterwards. Usually after she had sex with someone she felt the need to bolt, to cover up and get the hell out of dodge. Not with Jake. She felt safe, comfortable, desirable, and as if she belonged wrapped in his arms. She felt his lips press against her shoulder and the butterflies spread their wings in the pit of her stomach.

  “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Jake said as he pressed fluttering kisses along her entire shoulder.

  “Mmm. I like that.” She said as she eyed him from the corner of her eye. His hands began to slide down the length of her body as he spooned her.

  “What else do you like?” He said as his tongue found the back of her ear.

  Her body shuddered against his as the stroke of his tongue awakened her sated body. She grinned, as she felt his erection grow against her, knowing she wasn’t the only one whose body was aroused. She closed her eyes as his teeth nipped at her earlobe.

  “Jake.” She said barely audible, feeling him shift as she trembled. He propped himself on his side and stared down at her. Her eyes fluttered open and she peered up at him.

  “I asked you a question.” His lips quirked with the hint of amusement and he let his fingertips glide across her stomach, one finger circling her belly button.

  “I was distracted, ask me again.” She said as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. She could feel the moisture between her legs, and clasped her thighs shut.

  He grinned at her and her legs went limp, so much for trying to control her arousal. That wicked grin and amusement in his eyes completely freed her of any control. She wanted him again.

  “What else do you like?” He dragged out the sentence, basically purring each word.

  “I like when you kiss me.” Smooth, Cara. Real smooth, she told herself.

  He pouted but bent his head to place the briefest of kisses upon her plump lips. “Where do you want me to kiss you?” He let his fingers trail down her navel.

  The steel cock that nudged her leg distracted her for a moment. She ground her teeth into her lip as she pondered how fast she would be able to flip him on his back and pounce on him. She closed her eyes as she envisioned herself riding his cock, but her eyes quickly snapped open when she felt his finger glide along the lips of her pussy.

  “You still with me, Cara?” He breathed against her ear.

  “I’m here.” She gasped and then licked her lips, his eyes intently following her tongue.

  “Good.” He bent his head and let his mouth close over her taut nipple. His tongue rounded the bud before his teeth latched on. Against her breast he spoke. “Do you like when I kiss you there?”

  “Yes.” She squealed, while her fingers glided through his hair, tugging the ends.

  She could feel his lips curve against her chest, and she damned him straight to hell. He loved teasing her. His delectable, mouth traveled south and his tongue drew circles around her stomach.

  “What about here?”

  “Jake.” She said warningly. So help her, she was seconds away from grabbing his head and sticking his face between her legs, and demanding him to do wicked things with his mouth.

  “Yes, dear.” He said amusingly as he slid further down on the bed. His palms moved to her inner thighs and he urged them further apart so he could fit better between them. He pressed a soft kiss against one of her thighs.

  “Where do you want me to kiss you?”

  “You know where. Do you want me to beg?” She lifted her head to stare down at him. When he cocked his head and pondered the question she threw her head back against the pillows in frustration. He laughed.

  “Since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll put you out of your misery, sweetness.” He said before he spread her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue down the length of sex, as if he was taking the first delicious lick of an ice cream cone. “Sweet it is.” He crooned between licks.

  Cara’s eyes rolled behind her head and she gripped the sheets as she arched against his mouth. The strokes his tongue took were slow and tantalizing at first and drove her mad. She released the sheets and pressed her hands to the back of his head, pushing him further into her wetness. She heard him growl when she began to thrust into his mouth. She moved to her own beat, seeking her pleasure. A tug on her swollen clit, a lap of his tongue, and she was gone. She moved out of control, pressing herself as far as she could against his open mouth.

  “Right there.” She panted. “Yes.” She rotated her hips and his tongue hit her spot. She clutched the back of his head and arched her hips one final time before she remained completely still engaging in the mind blowing orgasm.

  She saw stars, or so she thought as she gasped for breath. His tongue licked all her juices and she fell completely limp onto the mattress. A satisfied smile spread slowly across her face and she felt him work his way back up her body. She opened her eyes and stared directly into his.

  “You taste so fucking good.” He said as his eyes clouded with his desire to fill her.

  She leaned up and took his mouth with hers. His lips parted under the command of her tongue and she swept the crevices of his mouth, tasting herself with her own tongue. He roughly ran his hands down to her hips and jerked her body against his. She pulled her mouth from his and grinned at him mischievously.

  “Delicious.” She said huskily. He cursed and drove his dick into her slick folds. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles over his ass. Her hands held onto his shoulders as he slammed his hips against hers. She looked up at him as he stared down at her, his face full of determination. He pumped her fast and hard, sweat on his brow. She opened for him, stretching herself to fill his needs.

  “Come for me baby.” She said as she clenched her pussy around his straining cock.

  He reached between her legs and caressed her throbbing clit with his thumb as he fought desperately to hold onto control. He massaged her until she began to violently shake beneath him, that’s when he drove himself home and released himself inside her. He fell against her, and she enveloped his body.

  “Damn it Cara. I’ll never get enough of you.” He said between breaths.

  She grinned, perfectly content with the idea of him ravaging her until the end of time. “Sounds good to me.” She said delightedly.

  He laughed and buried his head in the crook of neck before taking a playful bite. Yeah, she would be completely on board with never ending sex with Jake.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jake awoke in the middle of the night, sweat dripping down his body, and not because he and Cara had given one another multiple orgasms. It had been a steady occurrence lately, these night sweats. Nothing fueled them, no nightmares, no exertion, he’d be sound asleep and wake drenched in his own perspiration. He stared down at Cara, wrapped around his clammy body, sated and perfect. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple before shifting her slightly off of him. He was gentle, and careful not to wake her. Once he carefully detangled her from him, he stood beside the bed and stared down at her.

  They had spent the entire night loving one another, switching back and forth between rough and gentle. He could actually say he made love to a woman for the first time in his life. He knew after tonight, he’d always look at her, and remember tonight. How responsive, how giving, how completely, utterly captivating she was. He smiled as he stared at her. All that she was, was his now. All the fears he had, that he’d lose her, seemed to fade, as he promised himself that he’d do everything in his power to make her happy, and keep her.

  He made his way into the bathroom and ran the water in the shower. It was part of his routine, wake up in the middle of the night sweating, take a shower, and struggle to go back to sleep. That’s probably why he was so exhausted, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a full night’s sleep.

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bsp; As the water cascaded over him, he closed his eyes and thought of the women asleep in his bed. Amazed how everything they had gone through together, eventually led them to where they were today. All the good times they shared, the crazy nights out, the little moments they shared here and there, even the fights. Their connection, their love had never faltered, only grew stronger. Everyone else may have seen that they were destined for one another, but Jake believed that everything they had been through was necessary for them to be here. There were no questions; no wondering what if, he was sure that Cara is who he was meant to share his life with. For all the years he dodged what they felt for each other, he’d begin to make up for them now.

  After a few more minutes, he turned the water off. He swiped the towel down his body, drying himself off. Back in the bedroom, he threw on a pair of sweat pants he had purchased when they went shopping. He glanced over at the bed, she was still sound asleep. He always thought she was beautiful, but at that moment she looked stunning to him. Her hair was wild and wavy from all the times he combed his fingers roughly through the brown strands. Her lips were swollen and her pout resembled a rosebud. She had a certain flush to her skin, whatever was exposed the rest of her body was tangled in the white sheets that adorned the bed. Her legs were bared to him, but the sheet covered her most precious sanctions, all he was granted was the swell of one of her breasts.

  Suddenly inspired, he grabbed his backpack and pulled out his pencils and sketchpad. Instead of putting on a pair of fresh contacts he grabbed his glasses. He rarely wore them, usually only when he drew at night. He sat across from her on the other bed and began to draw her. Soft curves and bold lines, taking shape on the plain paper. He peered at her body from the rim of his glasses and let his hand move the pencil, not watching where it went just kept his gaze fixed on her. Her form began to take presence on the blank paper.