JACE (Lane Brothers Book 3)

by Kristina Weaver

  Sasha knew what she was suggesting. But Sasha knew Thomas wouldn’t want to sleep with her after his conversation with Crystal. He’d be too stressed. And anyway, she’d satisfied him already, there was no reason for him to come to her now, was there? He’d proven his point.

  “Actually,” Sasha said. “I think I will go to bed. To sleep. I’m exhausted.”

  “I bet you are,” Pippa said with a smirk. Then she smiled kindly, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  In her room, Sasha looked at the sexy Amore outfits she’d modelled that day. Black leather, lace, and see-through fabric. This was who she was now. Her old fashion sense didn’t factor into Thomas Lloyd’s world. Was she little more than walking advert? Or did she like this new version of herself? The one that was exploring her kinky side, the was experimenting with sexy new looks, that was learning how to fuck when she wanted to for the pure pleasure of it rather than some vague desire for companionship.

  Maybe should care more about the changes she was going through, but the truth was, she didn’t. Nothing felt like a sacrifice when the payoff was steamy sex sessions with Thomas. She still had the taste of him in her mouth and the yearning for him in her groin. But thanks to Crystal, she hadn’t got to enjoy a climax. And thanks to Crystal, Thomas was unlikely to be in the mood to give her one.

  She knew she should be more sympathetic. The fire that had scarred Thomas was the reason why Crystal had spiralled into drug use. If she could feel sympathy for Thomas, then surely she could feel it for Crystal too.

  Sasha went into the en suite bathroom and stripped down. She looked at her body in the full length mirror. She was hot. How had she never noticed before? She’d tried wearing mature, professional clothes for work. Though they’d shown of her body, they’d never eluded to her sexual prowess, a prowess she was now only beginning to understand.

  She got into the shower and began washing the chlorine and Thomas’s spunk off her skin. As she lathered her body she thought about Thomas, about his cock, about the sex they had that took her to places she never knew she could go. She slid her hand down to her clitoris and began pleasuring herself.

  Even masturbation had been reinvented by Thomas. She felt no shame anymore. She didn’t even feel the need to be quiet. She had every right to do with her body as she desired.

  “Well that’s hot,” a voice came from the door. Sasha turned. Thomas was standing there, lounging against the door frame. “Don’t stop on my account.”

  Sasha turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She was naked and dripping wet, a state that she knew Thomas found irresistible.

  “Did you want something?” Sasha purred.

  Though his eyes burned with arousal, Sasha could tell he wasn’t here for sex. She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

  “I wanted to talk to you,” Thomas said.

  Sasha narrowed her eyes with bemusement. Talking seemed like the sort of thing a couple would do, the sort of thing people who were attached to each other enjoyed. Talking wasn’t something two casual sex partners should be getting involved in.

  “Okay…” she said warily. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “My sister.”

  “Oh.”

  Sasha wrapped a towel around herself then went into the bedroom. She sat on the bed and began towelling off her hair. Thomas took the armchair opposite.

  “Hard conversation?” Sasha said.

  He shook his head. “You have no idea.”

  Seeing Thomas sad and vulnerable made Sasha’s heart ache for him. But that wasn’t something she was supposed to feel. It was an emotion she couldn’t reconcile with the sexually liberated woman she was attempting to be. Sex, not affection, that was the new Sasha, wasn’t it?

  “She’s agreed to go to rehab,” he said. “As long as we don’t press charges.”

  Sasha nodded. “That’s okay.”

  “It is?”

  She shrugged. “She’s your sister. You love her and have to do what’s best for her.”

  Thomas shook his head. “You haven’t been online yet today, have you?”

  “No, I haven’t,” Sasha said. “And I don’t intend to. Thomas, I don’t care what people are saying about me. About us. None of it matters.”

  “She ruined your life.”

  Sasha smiled and picked her towel between her fingers. “My life doesn’t feel that ruined to be honest with you. I get to be here, in this beautiful house, on this beautiful island. I get to fly in private jets and model for magazines and eat lobster and drink mojitos. And I get to fuck you.”

  Thomas’s eyebrows drew together. “Is that all that matters to you now? What about your job?”

  “What about it?”

  “When I met you all you cared about was working.”

  “That was before I realized what it felt like to orgasm three times in a row,” Sasha quipped.

  But Thomas wasn’t smiling. A moment passed as he looked at her stony face. “I shouldn’t have brought you here,” he said finally.

  The abrupt change in the course of the conversation made Sasha’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

  “You’re changing. You’ve lost sight of who you are.”

  “No,” Sasha contested. “I’m becoming who I was all along. The person I denied myself.”

  “You really think that?”

  Sasha couldn’t believe how condescending he was being. “I know that, Thomas.”

  Thomas sighed and shook his head. “I shouldn’t have done this to you.”

  Anger rose through Sasha. “Then why the fuck did you? Because you want sex on tap? Because you knew I just can’t say no?”

  Thomas narrowed his eyes with disdain. “Wow. You really don’t think much of me.”

  “You haven’t give me much reason to feel differently.”

  Thomas ran his hands through his hair. “Sasha, I brought you here because I want you...”

  “...For sex,” she interrupted, crying out.

  “For more than just sex!” he shouted back.

  Silence fell around them. Thomas’s face was red with passion. Sasha panted.

  “I want to forgive you,” Thomas said. “Because I want to be with you. Actually with you. For companionship. Friendship. A relationship. Not just for a PR stunt.”

  Sasha exhaled her anger. “You can have me,” she whispered. “You always could. The only person holding you back is you.”

  Thomas gazed into her eyes. “I know that. It’s just… with what happened with Crystal, with all the women in my life, I’m finding it hard to trust people. My own sister showed my scars to the world.” His face screwed up with anguish. “That’s why I immediately thought the worst when I saw you with that man. Crystal, the media, the way people use you up and spit you out, it’s made me paranoid.”

  Sasha felt a twinge of guilt. He wasn’t paranoid to think there was tension between her and Chris. There had been a kiss. But it was meaningless, hardly even reciprocated. Thomas was opening up to her, the last thing she needed to do was confirm all his fears.

  “You need to take a leap of faith,” Sasha said. “Or you’ll be stuck in that place forever.”

  Thomas stood and paced over to the bed. “You’re beautiful, you know.” Then he kissed her, softly, tenderly.

  “What are you doing, Thomas?” she gasped.

  “Taking a leap of faith.”

  He kept his gaze fixed on her as he reached across and slid his hand through her towel. Her skin was still moist from the shower and she could tell Thomas was turned on by the sensation of her wet breast in his hand. He peeled back the towel like he was opening a gift and swallowed as his eyes took in the sight of her body.

  He moved away from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled it down over his shoulders, exposing the scarred flesh beneath. Sasha knew not to react to his scars but to keep her eyes locked on his.

  He unfastened his belt and slid his pants down to the ground. Sasha watched on, feeling her antic
ipation increase as Thomas removed each item of his clothes. When he removed his pants, he was already fully erect.

  Sasha looked at the gorgeous man before her. Thomas Lloyd really was a fine specimen. Muscles bulged in his arms. A thin layer of hair lay across his chest. This was only the second time he’d ever been fully naked, and she’d been privileged to be there both times. She knew what a responsibility this was.

  When they slept together in the past, Sasha would have ordered him into her bed, or he would have ordered her to undress for him. But this time it felt different. There was no need for commands for them to feel aroused. They’d passed through an unspoken barrier, across an unknown threshold. Sasha knew that just the smell and touch and taste of one another was going to be enough for them this time.

  She licked her lips with excitement as Thomas rolled a condom down his rock hard cock. Then he slithered into the bed beside Sasha and wrapped her in his arms. His skin was searing hot against hers.

  They stayed like that, side by side, holding one another, breathing together, stroking each other gently. Then Thomas pressed his mouth against Sasha’s, moving his tongue softly against hers.

  She pulled one of her legs up and over, resting it in the curve of his waste. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. In this position, the tip of his penis pressed against her clit. She shuffled a little further up the bed so that she felt him at her entrance instead.

  The sensation was good for both of them. Thomas pulled out of the kiss and made a humming noise. Sasha smiled in reciprocation.

  She felt Thomas’s hand slide down to his cock. He guided it gently into her. At first, he pressed it lightly just inside the opening. His touch was gentle. Sasha had no idea something so gentle could send such huge waves of enjoyment crashing through her.

  She clasped onto his shoulders, feel his warm, soft skin beneath her fingertips, breathing in his scent.

  He slid in deeper and Sasha’s pleasure grew even more intense. Thomas stayed at that depth, rotating his penis inside her so that she could feel the pressure on every single part. He was exploring, searching for the sweet spot.

  She was so hot and wet, Thomas had no choice but to slide in deeper still. This time a groan escaped from her throat.

  “There?” he said.

  She nodded and bit her lip as he applied pressure with his hard erection.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “There.”

  Thomas held her tightly and rocked gently, rhythmically, so that each inward movement made her breath catch. The sex was slow and precise. Less of a fevered moment of lust and more a moment of union. There was no need for dirty talk.

  Thomas rolled Sasha onto her back and lay above her. He ran his fingers through her wet hair, splayed out on the pillow beneath her. He ran his fingers down her cheek, along her lips, parting them.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he gasped.

  His mouth met hers again. Simultaneously he pushed his cock in deeper, as deep as he could go.

  Through the kiss, Sasha moaned.

  She hitched her knees up and opened them apart so he had room to go just that little bit deeper. Just that little bit was everything they both needed.

  They pulled apart from the kiss and moaned against each other’s lips, breathing hot breath into each other’s mouths.

  Sasha’s hands stroked up and down his back. She could feel the scarred skin beneath her fingertips, and smiled at Thomas, reassuring him, communicating to him silently that he could trust her, that whenever he was inside of her, he was safe. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, twiddling with the hair at the nape of his neck.

  Without breaking eye contact, Thomas began rocking back and forth. Beneath him, Sasha mimicked the motion. They moved slowly, slowly, gently. Their ripples of pleasure were mirrored in each other’s bodies, and they revelled in each spasm of pleasure.

  There was no hurry to get anywhere. All they wanted was to be in this moment, to make the other feel as much pleasure as possible, and to make it last for as long as they could.

  Thomas bent close and pressed his mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, moving her mouth in time with his lips. The kiss was so soft and slow it was almost like there was barely any movement at all. It was like Thomas was paying attention to every single nerve ending she possessed and setting each one on fire.

  His gentle fingers stroked down the length of her body. His feather-like touch found her breasts. She shuddered under him at the new sensations. He stroked her nipple and as she gasped, he responded with a slow, firm inward thrust.

  She knew what he was doing. Delaying gratification. Making her wait for her orgasm, to build up as much excitement as possible. But Sasha couldn’t go slow anymore. Her enjoyment was mounting. It was too tantalizing. She needed more.

  “Thomas,” she whispered. “I need… I need you to…”

  “Do this?” he finished for her, at the same time pulling out and pushing back in.

  “Yes,” she cried. “Like that.”

  She grabbed Thomas’s ass. Immediately he began to increase the speed of his hips. The bed started to creak beneath them as his rhythm got faster and faster.

  Sasha’s whole body seemed to be swelling with pleasure. As Thomas thrust faster, little moans escaped from her throat. Then he got faster still and the moans became groans. She was galloping towards climax. Thomas was taking her there.

  She stretched her arms up above her and gripped the pillow, twisting it up in her fists. Thomas didn’t need any guidance. He knew how to respond to her moans, to the pulsations inside of her. He was in complete control over her pleasure and she was in a haze of ecstasy. She knew he wasn’t going to make her come straight away, that he was going to draw it out until she was dazed with pleasure. She cried out.

  Thomas turned the dial up another notch, increasing his speed and making Sasha gasp and swear under her breath. He began matching her noises with his own. The sounds just made it even better.

  Faster still, Thomas plundered deep inside her. He was so hard she could feel his erection pressing against every bit of her. But he was still holding back, holding back a little bit so there was always more to give.

  She began moaning, almost deliriously. She needed to come. Desperately.

  “Thomas, please,” she moaned.

  He didn’t need any more instruction. He thrust his hips, backwards, forwards, pounding against her hard and fast. Sasha felt her orgasm coming and arched her back, her mouth open ready to scream.

  Thomas held her tightly against him. He didn’t let off the pace, thrusting and thrusting. Her head lolled back, the ecstasy so great she could hardly keep her body up.

  She arched further still, her nipples erect. Thomas took one in his mouth and that was t, it was enough to push her over the point of no return.

  Her climax started, bigger and bolder than any she’d ever known. The noise that came from her throat wasn’t a cry, or grunt, or groan, it was a scream. A full on scream of amazement, of pure, intense, complete wonderment.

  Thomas’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He kept the pace up, waiting for the moment when her orgasm was complete. It seemed to be lasting and lasting.

  “I can feel you coming,” he gasped in amazement. “It feels incredible.”

  Sasha could hardly catch her breath. Waves of pleasure crashed through her with every tiny movement Thomas made. He wasn’t going to stop until she’d ridden the waves of her orgasm right to the last moment.

  She shuddered as her climax began to fade. He slowed, following her lead. Then, at last, the movements stopped. Thomas stayed inside of her, and held her, his arm looped beneath her arched back. He moved it slowly so that she could lower herself down. She lay against the silk sheets, her cheeks flushed, her eyes twinkling.

  “That was…”

  “Shh,” Thomas said, stroking her face. “Just enjoy it.”

  She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tightly. She never wanted to let go. Every time she�
��d been with Thomas he’d given her something she never thought possible. Every orgasm was better than the last. Everything he did was new. He could always surprise her.

  And she wanted to reciprocate. Right now.

  His cock was still inside her and still rock hard. But the moment he moved off, Sasha rolled on top of him and straddled him.

  “Sasha, you don’t have to yet. Just enjoy your afterglow.”

  She held a finger to his lips. She wanted this. She wanted to make him come harder than he ever had before just like she did him. She wanted to be the one woman in Thomas Lloyd’s life he would never be able to forget.

  She grabbed his cock tightly in her hands. Thomas immediately let out a noise. She lowered her body over his cock, taking it in as deeply as she could. Thomas immediately cried out. His eyes widened as he watched her, a woman transformed, possessed. She shoved him back, pinning his hands against the mattress, and thrust as hard as she could with her hips.

  Thomas made a deep, animal noise from inside his chest. She ran her fingernails down his chest and he grabbed her ass tightly, pulling her into him.

  “Let’s do it from behind,” Sasha said.

  She moved off him and got onto all fours. She realized then that she could see her reflection in the full length mirror at the end of the room. She looked at Thomas. He looked at her. Then the thrusting began.

  It was intense. Frenzied. A hurried, desperate crush. Body slamming against body. Sasha’s breasts bounced every time he crashed into her. Thomas held her by the hips as he rammed himself into her over and over again.

  It was a new sensation for Sasha. From the amazing pleasure of gentle, loving sex, to the fevered intensity of what they were now doing. The bed creaked beneath them as they pounded.

  Sasha breathed hard, like she was running a marathon, like she couldn’t get enough oxygen. Thomas’s face was strained and red. He grunted with every thrust. Sweat poured from him, making his skin glisten. Sasha knew he was closer but she could feel another climax coming. She wanted desperately to make him come, but he grabbed her breasts, squeezing her erect nipples in his fingers and the sensation was so amazing it tipped her over the edge again.