My head fell to the side when his mouth closed around my breast while one hand massaged the swollen, needy flesh.
I made a sound of appreciation and spread my legs. He settled between them, the head of his large cock teasing the slick heat in my center.
I moved impatiently, but he pulled back just enough to rob me. Jace worked my body over until my eyes would barely open.
I stroked him when I could and kissed him when his body was near, but slowly, he worked his way downward until his dark head was between my thighs.
Two fingers parted my folds, and satisfaction rumbled out of him. I was almost certain he whispered my name before using his mouth for a whole other purpose.
No one ever explored that part of my anatomy with so much focus and desire. His tongue licked everywhere. His fingers stroked deep and swirled around inside my heat until I was shuddering against the blankets.
But he wouldn’t let me come. He seemed content to bring me to the peak, then back off until I was panting to be lifted up again.
I don’t know how much time passed. How long we tortured each other in that bed before his body rose over mine in a way that made my stomach flop.
My knees bent, feet flat on the mattress, as my thighs cradled his body between mine with patience the rest of me did not contain.
The fingers on Jace’s left hand were still a little slick from my pleasure when he grasped my jaw and stared down into my eyes.
With one hard stroke, he entered me, and I cried out.
His hand fell away, and even though we tried to hold each other’s stare, the bliss just took over. My nails dug into his back as he thrust deep. His large, unforgiving size stretched my walls in the best way. Every part of me felt full.
He set the pace, but I kept up, thrusting to meet each of his.
“I want more, Jace.” I panted when his mouth closed over my breast and sucked. “Harder.”
His mouth left, and his body rose on his hands. He pulled back, almost abandoning my body completely, then surged deep.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
He did it again and again.
“Like that?” he whispered.
I nodded. His pace increased until he was pounding into me so hard and fast I would probably have bruises on my inner thighs in the morning.
God, it was so good.
He delivered exactly what I needed, and it felt in that moment my body had been waiting for him my entire life.
“Don’t stop.” I panted as he plunged into my body.
The veins in his neck stood out, and a sheen of sweat coated my skin. I was so close to the edge, but I didn’t want to give in. Not yet.
I couldn’t give this up.
It was like he knew. He smiled swiftly the same moment he surged in. I fought against the orgasm and lifted my shoulders off the mattress to fasten my lips on his shoulder.
One of his hands delved into my hair and tugged. My face came back, and his mouth crashed over mine. His tongue fucked my mouth while his dick fucked my body.
And then I was shuddering, coming apart beneath him. He lowered my body to the pillows and rocked in so close our pelvises ground together.
I called out his name, but it sounded like the mewl of a kitten because the peak of my orgasm was so intense it robbed me of almost everything.
Jace’s body collapsed onto mine, and with one last shove, I felt him spill deep inside me. His shout was muffled in the pillow above my shoulder, and his entire body quaked with release.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, keeping his body close to mine.
A short while later, we ate tacos in bed by the light of the moon shining through a partially opened curtain. When that was done, we made love again. I fell asleep in his arms but didn’t stay there long.
I came awake with his mouth between my legs, his tongue working my swollen clit. I came right across his tongue this time, and he lapped it up like he’d never tasted anything sweeter.
After that, it was like our bodies gave in despite our hearts’ demands. I fell asleep with my hair spilled across his chest and the sound of his heart echoing in my head.
Lorhaven
Passion. She had lots of it.
I was beginning to see Josie did nothing without putting all of herself into it. Even the parts she kept hidden.
I wanted to know her, not just pieces, but entirely. I’d never wanted to know anyone this way. I’d never felt equal parts of wanting to stand beside but also in front of someone before.
I loved my brother. I’d do anything for him.
But this was different… more intense.
Thankfully, the press I had to do today wasn’t until noon. Because of the race, we scheduled it later than normal. Race days usually ended in late nights.
Even with it not being until later, I was still tempted to cancel the shit. I wanted to prolong the time I had with her. I wasn’t sure when I’d see her again once we left today. We didn’t live in the same town; we didn’t have the same racing schedule.
It made me feel grouchy and, frankly, pissed off.
As I lay there and considered how irate my manager would be if I told him I wasn’t coming, Josie stretched against me like a cat. Her warm, supple body curved into mine, and desire crawled up the base of my spine.
I’d just had her an hour ago. She’d brought me awake by climbing over me and sinking down on my dick. The heat of her core was scorching, but in the best way possible. The way I felt sheathed inside her body with nothing between us was the closest thing to heaven as I’d ever gotten.
Josie wasn’t shy with her body, her wants, or her needs. The whole time she rode me, I watched her. The shape of her body was all woman. I loved the way her body curved in and out, the way her hips rotated, and the way her flat stomach would clench when she bore down on me to rub against that perfect spot inside her.
Her tits were full and real. They bounced when I thrust up into her, which I considered an invitation to wrap my hands around them.
And right before she came, her teeth would sink into her lower lip. Like she was bracing herself for the overpowering pleasure about to befall her body.
It didn’t matter it had only been an hour. I wanted more. My dick was going to be raw by the time I let her out of this bed, but fucking A, it would be worth it.
I palmed her ass, giving it a pat. She purred and pressed her face into my neck. Without thinking, I turned my face, kissing her forehead. She didn’t say anything, but I felt her smile against my neck.
It seemed to me people forgot she was a woman. How anyone ever could was a goddamn mystery to me, but it’s what I sensed. Josie wasn’t used to someone taking control or showing her tenderness of any kind.
Hell, I wasn’t used to giving tenderness. Yet I couldn’t help but want to shower her with it, because even the smallest gesture put just a glimmer of awe in her emerald eyes.
What she needed was someone to treat her like an equal, but not forget who she was. Women had needs just like men, but women were a lot more complex.
Frankly, women were pains in the ass.
But not the one in my arms right now. Not the one rubbing her chest against my side while her hand slid down between my legs and cupped my sack.
I kinda liked this one… In fact, I might like her a little more than that.
“I need a shower,” she murmured, her lips brushing my chest.
“That an invite?” I asked.
“Yes.” She continued to massage my sack while I ran my fingers through her long, soft hair. Neither of us made a move to get out of the bed.
“What time does your plane leave?” I asked after a few minutes
One long sigh expelled from her lips. “Just after breakfast.” Her body jolted a little. “I’m supposed to meet Drew and Trent downstairs to eat.”
I made a sound. “Tell them you aren’t coming.”
“They’re my ride to the airport.”
“I’ll drive you over.”
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“You don’t have to.” She pulled back a little, and I rolled, pinning her beneath me.
“I know I don’t,” I growled. “I want to.”
“You do?” Her voice was soft.
“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” I whispered, then kissed her gently.
“What about Arrow?” she asked around my kiss.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to get some?” I quipped and pulled back.
She grinned. Her hair was a tangled mess around her head. Her face was flushed and had a hint of beard burn on her cheeks from my stubble.
“Arrow can ride over with my manager to the interview. I’ll meet them there.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I confirmed.
She nodded, and I lowered back down to kiss her, but instead of her lips, I got her cheek because she turned her head. “Hand me my phone.”
I groaned and rolled off her.
“Where is it?” I grumped.
She shrugged.
Unbelievable.
Josie pushed up into a sitting position, the blankets tangled around her waist, her chest bare and fully exposed. With a view like that, I wasn’t about to complain, so I went about searching for the damn phone.
It was under the bed.
I tossed it to her, and she sent out a text to, I assumed, Drew. A few seconds later, it made a sound, and she laughed at the screen.
“What?”
She typed something else and sent it off before looking up.
“I told them I’d meet them at the airport.”
“They know you’re with me?” I asked, feeling sort of like staking my claim. It was idiotic. She was texting a gay guy.
“Yes,” she said, her voice a little shy. “I told him.”
“Him who? Drew?”
She shook her head once. “Trent.”
“He gonna come beating on the door to try and kick my ass?”
“Trent wouldn’t do that.” She defended him.
“If you believe that, you don’t know him like I do,” I said, thinking back to the time I caught him and Drew in an… intimate position and he slammed me up against the locker. By my throat.
“He’s my friend,” she announced. That stubborn glint in her eye made an appearance. “Besides, he’s the one who told me to—” Her lips slammed shut.
“Told you what?” I pressed, staring at her.
She shook her head.
I dove on her, tackling her into the mattress and tickling her ribs. She squealed. It was a carefree, light sound. So I tickled her some more. She wiggled and twisted, trying to get away, but all she managed was to make my cock hard.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“Okay!” She laughed. “Okay!”
I relented but still kept my body against hers.
From beneath dark, lowered lashes, she gazed up. “I talked to him about you, about stuff.”
“Sex?” I pressed.
I really didn’t care if she told him we had sex. Hell, she could tell the whole world. I’d own it. I’d be proud.
“More than that,” she whispered.
I swallowed. Even so, my voice was raspy. “Feelings?”
She nodded once.
I ran the back of my knuckles across her cheek. “He tell you to stay away from me?”
“No.”
That surprised me. There was no love lost between Trent and me. We never had gotten along, and we might never, but I did respect him.
It was sort of nice to know he respected me.
“No?”
“He just wants me to be happy.” Her eyes were the vibrant shade of green grass took on after a heavy rainstorm when everything was saturated.
“Are you happy right now, Josie?” I whispered. Do I make you happy?
“Happier than I’ve been in a long time,” she admitted, looking away.
My heart swelled. I kissed the place beside her eye, letting my lips linger against her skin for long seconds.
“Come on,” I said. “Let’s take that shower.”
She wore her “shower shoes” in the shower. They were black flip-flops, and it amused the hell out of me. She told me I needed a pair and, when I laughed, resolved to buy me a pair, then insisted I promise to wear them.
I promised. Only because she looked so damn cute with soaking-wet hair and water droplets clinging her eyelashes and trailing over her heart-shaped lips.
Plus, I figured it was a win for me. She’d want to make sure I was keeping said promise, and that meant more co-ed showers with her.
I treated the shower like a prolonged foreplay session. Sure, we got clean, but I made sure I teased the shit out of her while we did it.
The sounds of pleasure she made in the shower stall echoed through the tiny bathroom when I shoved her up against the tiles and sucked her tits until she begged me to stop.
In retaliation, she soaped up her hands and used the slick suds to jack my rod, until the soap was completely rinsed away and my thighs were quivering. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me and sucked my dick into her mouth.
Water rained over her lips and trailed down my cock. She lapped at the water with her tongue, staring up into my eyes.
By the time the water ran cold and we both were wrapped in towels, all I could think about was burying myself inside her body.
In the shower, I noticed she was slightly swollen from all the times I’d gone at her the night before. It held me back until she was combing out her damp hair and the towel fell away and left her standing there completely naked.
“Josie,” I groaned.
She smiled, understanding in her eyes.
“Your body’s had enough, baby.” I forced the words past the desire clogging my throat.
“I’ll never have enough of you.” She took my hand, leading me out of the bathroom and back toward the bed. I followed along like a puppy who wanted fed.
At the foot of the bed, she released my hand and grabbed the towel tied around my waist. When it was gone, she stroked my still rock-hard length and smiled.
I started to tell her no, but she kissed me swiftly and climbed onto the bed. On all fours.
Her round, luscious ass was in the air facing me. I groaned. Her eyes beckoned me from over her shoulder; the curvaceous ass right before me wiggled.
I grabbed her by the hips, stepped up behind her, and caressed her cheeks. Before sliding inside, I tested her center with two fingers. She was wet.
She was offering herself to me. And she was ready.
I took her from behind. I went in deep, until my hips hit her ass, and then I ground against her. Josie bore down and pressed against my dick. My fingertips dug into her hips. Then I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide.
I pulled out, thrusting back in. Her face fell into a pillow; her muffled groan filled my ears.
“I’m not gonna last,” I warned her.
In response, she pulled away, then thrust back down on me.
After that, I started banging into her, holding her ass and hips while I fucked her furiously from behind.
Looking down at her back, flaring hips, and drops of water dotting her skin from our shower made my balls hurt they drew up so far.
“Josie,” I ground out. “Goddamn, what you do to me.”
“Fuck me harder, Jace,” she demanded.
I followed her orders and reached around to her clit. Her sharp intake of breath was all I needed to hear.
Using some of her silky desire, I coated her clit and worked it while I humped her from behind.
“Come with me,” I rasped, trying hold myself back. “Right now!”
My body bent forward with my last surge. My chest came up against her back, and both my arms wrapped around her from behind.
Josie rocked onto me as I exploded inside her, and then she was panting and gasping with her own orgasm.
Her body basically collapsed in my arms, so I lowered her onto the mattress before pulling out and collapsing beside her
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It was probably a good thing we had to be places. If we didn’t, we’d likely kill each other with sex.
It wouldn’t be a bad way to go. Am I right?
I’m totally right.
“I’m gonna walk funny for a week.” She moaned.
I knew she was joking, and part of me was pretty fucking pleased with myself I could satisfy her that way, but the other part of me was concerned.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked. She always told me harder, faster, more. And I always obliged.
Maybe I shouldn’t have.
She laughed. “No.”
“Josie…” I threw my arm over her waist and pulled her into my body. “If I hurt you, you have to tell me.”
She turned her face into mine, stroking my cheek with her palm. “You’re sweet to me.”
I scoffed. “I was just hammering into you like a machine.”
“You’re sweet to me, Jace,” she said again.
“Maybe sometimes,” I muttered, looking away. But my concern for her safety, for not hurting her wasn’t sweet. It was common decency. It bothered me she didn’t seem to make that distinction.
She pulled my face back. “No one’s ever been sweet to me before.”
Yeah, see? Just what I thought.
“Do you like it?” I whispered, rubbing my fingers against her side.
She nodded. I thought I saw the sheen of tears deep in her gaze.
“I want to see you again.” I confided.
“I want to see you, too.”
“I don’t want you to see anyone but me.” Possessiveness rose up within me. Fierce and strong like a gust of wind on the back end of a tornado.
“You say that like I have a ton of offers,” she said, sarcastic.
“Do you?” I demanded. I’d beat all their asses. “I already told you I’m not above violence.”
She rolled her eyes like I was joking.
I wasn’t joking.
“Josie,” I warned.
She sighed. “No one’s interested in me, Jace. Not like that. I haven’t dated anyone in a long time.” Her eyes flew to mine, red tinging her cheeks. “Not that I’m saying you want to date me.”
“I do.”
Her eyes widened like big saucers.
“When the next reporter asks about us, I want to tell them what a lucky asshole I am. I want to stand at your side and be proud to have you there. I want you to be proud to have me there.”
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