Shattered by Love

by Dani René

  “Please, please, please?” Her whimpers grow louder and the little mewls that escape her lips have my balls tightening. I stop suddenly and her glare pins me to the floor. “You stopped.” Her accusation is harsh, but that’s what I want. To have her teetering on the edge of her release until she’s crying for it. She looks so beautiful when she cries.

  “I know. Didn’t I tell you I control your orgasm?” She nods. Her eyes glaze over and I once again assault her pussy with my mouth. Her arousal dripping down my chin and this time I slide two fingers inside her. As soon as I feel her release nearing, I stop, pulling away, and my body aches with need for her. I watch her pretty eyes brim with tears.

  “Fuck, please, Flash, Sir, please? I can’t.” The word Sir on her lips has my body alert. She’s submitting, and she’s letting me take control, trusting me with her body, heart, and soul.

  “Yes, you can, Firefly. You can and you will.” My tone is harsh, commanding, and she nods. My hands roam up her body, tweaking her nipples, I tug them and feel them harden under my touch. Her body bucks and her hips move involuntarily. I know she is close, just hanging on by a thread. So am I. One more and then I will fuck her.

  I lave at the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. Licking and biting. Sucking the creamy flesh into my mouth, I bite down, knowing I will leave a mark. Her hiss and moans echo through the empty room. The only sounds are me devouring her pussy and her sweet melodic whimpers which have my cock fighting its way through my zipper.

  I reach down and plunge two fingers into her again, pumping them in and out, the way my dick is about to. Her body moves against my hand as she fucks herself on my fingers, I feel the first pulse of her release and I stop. Tears run down her cheeks and she’s begging, pleading with me now. Rising, I lean in, my mouth on her cheek as I kiss her tears away. Licking her soft skin, tasting the saltiness. “That’s my Firefly.” The words vibrate on my lips and over her, sending a shiver rippling through her body.

  I reach back, tugging the rope loose and her hands fly around my neck, holding on for dear life. My jeans find the floor and I grip her ass, while meeting her hungry gaze. “Hold on tight little one.” Her legs wrap around my waist. Her heat on the tip of my cock almost sends me spiraling, but I inhale a deep breath, steadying myself. With one long drive, I plunge into her body. “Fuck.” The word is a growl. Primal. Animalistic. And I am so close.

  “Flash, I need to come.” My hips drive into her. I step out of my jeans and walk over to the wall, pinning her against it.

  “I know baby, I got you.” My thrusts are fast, brutal, and unforgiving. “But you’re going to come with me.” My cock thickens and her gasp is loud as I stretch her.

  “Fuck please?” Her head drops back.

  “Look at me.” Her eyes snap open, lock on mine, and her body tenses. “I fucking own this pussy. It’s mine. All mine.” I think she’s nodding, but I am so overcome by lust that all see is the yearning in her gaze. All I want is to possess her. “Come for me, Firefly.” My words whisper over her and her body shatters around me. Pulling me, no, dragging me into the dark abyss of desire and lust. My orgasm shoots down my spine as I growl her name and fill her with my release.

  * * *

  A noise behind me pulls me from the erotic memory and I glance up to find Lacey at the door to the room. Her blonde hair much like her sister’s is short, cut to her chin and her big blue eyes are so identical to the girl I love it’s frightening. “Jayce.”

  “Lacey.” I am not sure what to say or what the protocol is when you come face to face with your past. When you’re suddenly shoved into a maelstrom of emotion you long since buried. Those same feelings you’ve been warring with for years. As it slams into you, knocking you breathless, there’s not much to say or do, but accept it. What do I say to the person who had to be there to pick up the pieces of Ivy’s heart?

  “I am glad you came and that you accepted the job offer.” As she steps into the room, I take in the woman I remember from five years ago. She’s older, harsher, like life dealt her a rough deal, which I know is shit because this woman is a cold-hearted bitch. Or at least she was.

  “You are? I thought you’d never want to see me again after what happened with Ivy.”

  “I didn’t, but I saw my sister when she was with you, and after. As much as it pains me to say it, you’re good for her. And I hope that you two could try to work things out.” The shock of her words don’t go unnoticed. Her smile is kind, and it’s a first because I know she’s never liked me. So I don’t understand why she’s here now saying things like that.

  “So, you’ve just decided to play matchmaker?”

  “I suppose you could see it that way, but Jayce, there’s so much more to this than you can imagine. Besides the personal reasons for you being here, I wanted you here because you’re good at what you do. My sister will be here, as I am sure you guessed, and I want you to see her. To see she needs you. There is no way in hell she will ever tell you, but if you’re here and she’s here, then maybe the truth will finally be revealed.”

  I approach her and the scent of lilies fills my senses. I stare at her for a moment.

  Her blue eyes that are so familiar, yet different at the same time have me convinced that this is a good thing; that I should be here.

  “So you’re telling me you would like to see me get back with your sister? Why?”

  “I told you, she loves you. You belong together.”

  “And you’ve waited five years to tell me this?” My glare pins her to the spot as I stalk to her. Before we can say more, the door opens and Cole steps inside.

  “Darling, I was looking for you. I see you’ve found, Jayce.” His eyes dart between the two of us and the narrowed gaze he gives us makes me grin.

  “Lacey is an old friend. Aren’t you Lace?”

  “Yes. Cole darling, Jayce is actually Ivy’s ex-boyfriend. The one I told you about.” His eyes widen and I am sure they’re going to pop out of the sockets.

  “You didn’t—”

  “It wasn’t my place to tell you. Anyway, I am heading to my room. Lacey, it’s been good and I will think about what you said.” Walking toward the door I stop next to her and lean in. “Thank you.” My words are low, a whisper only she can hear and her nod affirms she’s accepted my thanks.

  As I head back to my room, the thrumming of my heart is constant and for the first time in years, I feel like I can breathe. If she’s really brought me here for Ivy, then I will get my woman back. And this time, she’s not going anywhere.

  “You’re my beautiful girl, Firefly.” His hand reaches up and strokes my face gently and the smooth skin tingles below his feather-light touch. We’ve been dating for six months, and he’s been patient with me. Waiting. Watching. Aching. Tonight that will change. Before Jayce, there wasn’t anyone I wanted to share this part of myself with. It might sound silly, but I had to wait till I was sure I was in love and with him it’s easy, I want to give this to him. I love him. There’s no doubt in my mind. I gaze up at those stormy grey eyes that are usually the color of the morning sky and I realize he’s been patient; until now.

  His hungry stare always leaves me aching for more. It’s this darker version that makes me tingle with a hunger I never knew existed. “Flash I know it will hurt, but will you go slow?”

  “Baby, I will never hurt you.” His hands tug my tank top up and over my head, and he drops it on the carpet beside us. I reach up to unhook my bra, but the look in his eyes tells me not to move. So I don’t. Jayce takes his time undressing me until I am standing naked in front of him. His heated gaze drops to the pulsing flesh between my thighs. “God, you are bare.” The rasp in his tone blankets me, and I realize he’s barely holding on to his restraint.

  “I thought you’d—”

  “You’re fucking perfect.” My hands at my sides fist and release. When he drags his eyes leisurely to mine, I can’t help noticing the wicked glint that flashes in his stare. “Lay on the bed, on your back, and
open your legs.” I turn and crawl up on his king-size bed and lay back against the midnight blue sheets that are soft under my fevered skin. My legs splay to his hungry gaze and the soft breeze coming in from the window has goosebumps rising over my body.

  “Touch yourself. Like you do at night in your bed when you think about me. When you think about my fingers sliding inside you, making you come hard. That’s what you imagine isn’t it?” The blush that heats my cheeks travels over my chest. I am crimson with embarrassment. “Answer me, Ivy.”

  He doesn’t like waiting and wants me to obey him. He told me I will surrender to him—the dominating presence—and I do. I want to give him everything.

  “Yes.” A whispered response, but it’s enough and my hand moves over my stomach and down my pubic bone. When I reach the sensitive lips of my pussy, I hear his sharp intake of breath. He loves to watch me, and it spurs me on, giving me a new sense of courage. My fingers slide through slick folds and when I graze my clit, a spasm shoots through me. Rendering me speechless.

  “Open yourself, I want to see that beautiful wet pussy.” I smile and open the entrance of my body for him to feast on with his eyes. The heat his gaze sears me with tightens the coil in my stomach and I could easily come undone just from his intense stare locked on me. He kneels up on the bed, between my knees, but doesn’t look at my face. He’s transfixed by the movement of my fingers dipping into my core. My body arches in response and suddenly my hand is ripped away. “Stop. You will not come until I tell you to.”

  I whimper at the loss, the need for release is burning inside me. Lifting my hand to his mouth, I watch in shock as he licks my soaked fingers. Savoring and moaning at the taste of my arousal. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen and my clit throbs.

  Soft kisses feather my ankles, trailing up my calves, when he reaches my thighs I am moaning and whimpering again. My eyes flutter closed and my body bows off the bed.

  “Flash, please…?” My words trail off when his fingers stroke my heated core.

  “You’re so wet, little Firefly. Do you want me to fuck you? To take you and make you mine?” I nod. My eyes snap open and lock on his when he slips a digit inside me. It’s slow, torturous, and has my body pulsing around him.

  “Please?” I shamelessly beg him. When he inserts a second digit, my body spasms. Jayce’s fingers pumping in and out, sending my body to the precipice and I am about to lose all control when he stops. My head snaps up and my glare is pinned on him. “Jayce.”

  “Easy, Firefly, I got you.” I watch him sheath himself with a condom I didn’t even realize he had. Then he positions himself between my legs and the crown of his erection pushes against my heat, sending me reeling. With a slow torturous movement, his hips roll and he slides into me. The moment he nudges my resistance he stops. Dark eyes pin me to the bed. “You trust me?” I nod, because words evade me. “It will hurt for a second okay, baby?”

  My head nods in agreement, my teeth pull my bottom lip into my mouth and I bite down as he nudges against my virginity and then without a second thought it’s gone. His lips whisper over me, soft, loving, tender.

  Jayce kisses my heated skin, moving up to my neck, and as he sucks the sensitive skin into his hot mouth my body pulses around him, earning me a sexy growl.

  “Jesus, you’re so incredibly tight squeezing my dick.” My heart rate increases tenfold and I grip his shoulders as the searing pain travels through me. As my nails dig into his skin, the discomfort turns pleasurable as my body accepts him.

  My whimpers and mewls grow louder and the feeling of being filled is overwhelming. His cock stretches me, molding me to his hardness, our bodies connected in the most primal way.

  He makes sure I will forever be made for him by rolling his hips and plunging deeper inside me. The way he drives into me, sends my emotions on a roller coaster and my body pulls him in, it commits him to memory, and I realize no other man will ever come close to making me feel what he does.

  No one else will hold me in their heart, or them in mine. And I know this, down to the very essence of who I am. Our souls will forever be one.

  “Jayce, I need you to move faster, please?” Our gazes lock and the darkness that is so evident in his gaze burns me in the most delicious way. All control is thrown out the window when his hips move faster, driving into me. Fucking me.

  My body accepts everything he’s giving and every time he slides out the tip rubs the sweet sensitive spot that has my toes curling. Nothing has ever felt like this and my orgasm tightens low in my belly.

  “Fuck, I don’t think I can hold on for much longer, Firefly, I need you with me.” He reaches between us, his expert fingers tease my throbbing bundle of nerves. “Come for me, baby. I want you to look at me as I make your body come all over my cock.” I stare at the man that’s giving me everything. He tweaks my clit so hard that pain and pleasure shoot straight through my body.

  My skin prickles with electric currents shooting through me like little lightning bolts and my hips rise as an orgasm rips through me. My toes curl, and my fingers dig deep into his shoulders I am certain I am drawing blood.

  Sparks jolt me and my body shudders and trembles, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My pussy tightens around him. “Jayce… Fuck…” My heart hammers in my ears, but I hear him growling his release.

  The animal he unleashed on my body, finds his euphoria along with me finding the most exquisite pleasure imaginable.

  * * *

  My phone ringing slices through the memory. My body is humming as if it’s just happened. I slide my finger over the screen and greet my sister. “Hello.”

  “Ivy.” My sisters voice is harsh. I glance through the window of my bedroom, still trying to rid my mind of the most intense moment of my life. She sounds annoyed, but it doesn’t faze me. We’ve never been close, she’s been there for me through difficult times, but kept me at a distance for the rest. Yes, we love each other, but I always feel like she made sure I knew I was the little sister invading her life.

  “What?”

  “Are you even listening? I asked you why you haven’t called me back?” Lacey’s wedding is in a few days and I know I can’t not go. It wouldn’t be right. I don’t know why she needs me there almost a week before, but I suppose that’s my sister because she doesn’t do things by half measure.

  “I am leaving today so I didn’t need to call you back, I told you I wouldn’t miss it.”

  Her heavy sigh makes me feel guilty. She stood by me through Jayce leaving, and me walking out of my father’s house and she helped me keep the secret from my family that is weighing on me. Only she knows how difficult it was for me to leave and understands that I couldn’t tell them. Now, my parents will find out.

  “Fine. See you later. You have the hotel details?”

  “Yes, darling. I am a grown up now and I can handle things myself.”

  “I know, baby sister. Sometimes you just need a little push in the right direction.” Her comment prickles my skin. If it weren’t for her, I would never have found out what my father did to get rid of Jayce. She pushed me to get the truth and even then, I was angry with him for not being honest with me. He could have told me and we could have left together, or found a way.

  “See you later.” I hang up before she can say another word. Grabbing my bags, I pull on my coat heading to the garage.

  Once all my luggage is in the car, I pull out my phone hitting dial on Bryce’s number.

  “Baby girl, I am about a minute away.” It’s early, and I haven’t eaten, because I am too nervous. We should arrive in New Orleans early morning, just in time for breakfast.

  “Awesome.” I respond and hang up. Walking toward the door, I lock it and head to my car once I’ve made sure the alarm is on. Before I slide into the car, I hear the voice that makes my heart soar.

  “We’re here!” Spinning on my heel, I grab the boy running up the driveway. Bryce hot on his heels, trying to keep up, but when his little body jum
ps into my arms, I can’t help smiling.

  My gaze falls on my best friend and his expression tells me all I need to know. This weekend will be painful for me and for my family.

  “Let’s go, we need to catch our flight.” We all climb into my Beetle, and as I turn on the radio, Bryce catches my hand and gives it a small squeeze.

  “It will be okay.” His encouragement means the world to me. I nod and pull out into the road. Somehow I don’t think anything will be okay again, but it’s time to stop hiding. The truth has to come out sometime.

  The drive to the airport is relaxed, and I calm somewhat. This week will take its toll on me, seeing my parents is something I have avoided for too long and my father hasn’t spoken to me in years, five to be exact.

  When they see the woman I have grown up to be I hope they will be proud, because I worked my fucking ass off to be where I am today.

  “Ken, wake up, princess.” Last night she walked into my room in tears and all I could do was be there for her. My back is killing me from sleeping on the sofa, but I let her have the bed. Even though we’ve been intimate, I still consider her a friend, I’ve become so detached from my feelings I can’t even say I love her as a friend. My heart hurts for her, and for me. This will be rough on us and I can’t imagine how she must feel knowing that the man she loves is about to walk down the aisle with someone else.

  “What’s the time?” Her voice is rough with sleep. Those dark brown eyes are red and puffy after she spent the night crying. Her hair is a tangle of chocolate waves.

  “It’s almost eight, I am going for a run, but you said you wanted to get an early start on the fittings.” Her groan is evidence that she’s tired and not looking forward to this. I pull on my trainers and give her one last glance. “See you later okay?”

  “Yeah.” The grumble comes from below the comforter and I shake my head with a chuckle. She’s not a morning person, especially when she hasn’t had coffee yet. I make my way down to the reception desk and find a couple checking in and there’s something about them that stops me in my tracks. The guy is tall with dark hair, dressed in a plaid shirt with black jeans. He’s smiling from ear to ear, but what stalls my heart and makes breathing difficult is the woman he’s with.