by Alyson Hale
I pick up the pace, cupping his balls in one hand as I hold on to his tight ass with the other for balance. His ass is perfectly round and firm. So squeezable. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it the first time.
After a couple minutes, he pulls away from me. My mouth pops when his massive member leaves it.
My self-doubt rears its ugly head. “Was I not doing it right?”
“You were doing too well,” he says with a sexy smirk. He runs his fingers through my hair. “I don’t want to come just yet.”
Jace reaches around me and unhooks my bra. I toss it on the ground, and then he moves his cock between my breasts. Pressing them together around himself, he pulls in and out of my tits as I hold his muscled legs with both hands to steady him. Looking down at my deep cleavage and hearing his sinful groans, I realize my tits give him plenty of coverage he wouldn’t get with a thinner woman. Maybe that’s one of the reasons he chose me in the first place. Fucking a tiny woman this way just wouldn’t happen. For Jace’s desires, my cushion is exactly what he needs. Being a big girl isn’t such a bad thing for sex after all.
I let my hands move up to his ass and squeeze its tightness right before he pulls out of the cage of my cleavage.
“We’ve got to get in that tub now,” he tells me, panting.
Yanking my underwear off, I stand up and climb into the tub. Jace comes in after me and pulls me on top of him. I hold his neck and grind on him underwater, and he moves two fingers down and pushes them inside me. I gasp and moan, clinging to him for dear life.
His fingers plunge deeper inside me and pull a groan out of me. “Jace…fuck…”
“Do you mind fucking without a condom?” he whispers. “I’ll pull out, I swear.”
“Not at all.” I grin, excited by the prospect of feeling him without anything getting in the way.
He slides inside me easily, and with gravity pulling me down, I experience every last centimeter of Jace Hawthorne. Whimpering, I suddenly doubt myself and pull up a little bit. He’s going to break me in half, I just know it.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Jace helps me by pulling my ass up and down to start. Once I get into a rhythm, the length isn’t quite as threatening.
Jace sits still in the water and lets me move on top of him, but then I feel his finger press up against my clit. The pleasure is almost too much to take. It slices through me, almost painful in its intensity. He brings his mouth to one of my nipples and sucks hard, pulling me to the brink. I scream into the open room.
Grinning against my chest, Jace says, “Fuck yeah, you like that, my little whore.”
“I can’t take it,” I whimper. “It’s too much.”
“You’ll be all right,” he assures me, burying his face in my wet chest. I grip his tense shoulders as he rubs my clit with one hand and runs his fingers over the slick, wet surface of my tits with the other. He licks and rubs my nipples until an orgasm builds to an eight on the Richter scale inside my body.
“I’m gonna come,” I shout over his head.
“Say my name,” he growls.
“Oh, fuck, Jace!” My fluid joins the hot water in the Jacuzzi, coating both of us. Jace groans and drags his teeth across my nipple, sending me into overdrive. I scream again, hanging on to him so I don’t go floating off into space. My head buzzes and feels so light I think I might pass out.
After my muscles stop squeezing him, Jace pulls out of me and comes on my tits. I love the way his eyes brighten and his brows pull down to shadow them when he’s in the middle of an orgasm. His big chest expands and contracts as he pulls me down beside him in the tub. He wipes his cum off of me with the heel of his palm and lets it dissipate into the water.
“That was incredible,” he compliments me as he pulls me into his chest to cuddle. “You really seem to know what you’re doing.” He gives me a mock suspicious side-eye, a grin playing at his lips.
“I haven’t had much real life experience, but I guess writing sex counts for something.” I beam up at him, memorizing every square inch of his perfect face.
Jace leans down to kiss me, combing his fingers over my ear and through my hair. It gives me a warm thrill that runs all the way down from my neck to my toes. He wraps his arms around me and I lean my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and hardly believing my good luck.
I had sex with Jace not once, but twice. I must be losing my mind, because my fear is evaporating and I’m actually starting to think I might let him in. Being in his arms feels like safety. Acceptance. Security.
Dare I say it…it feels like home.
“Swear you won’t run away and leave me in the morning?” Jace nibbles on my ear as he waits for my answer.
My heart shatters into a million pieces. I lean back to look him in the eyes, cupping his jaw. “I swear.” I punctuate the words with a kiss.
Chapter 18
Jace
After a long week of running after this girl, pleasing her, and assuring her over and over I’m never going to hurt her, I finally got her to agree to go on a real, honest-to-God date with me.
Our sex in the honeymoon suite had me seeing stars. The first time in the Jacuzzi after having her suck my dick and fuck me with her breasts was truly the most unforgettable sex I’ve ever had. Then I pleased her again in the bed and again in the elevator on the way down to the first floor. I kept having to hit the “door closed” button over and over to make sure no one saw me eating my future wife like she was my last meal. Even though no one saw us, I’m sure they must have heard her screaming my name throughout the entire building. It was beyond sexy and so adventurous. I know now without a doubt I’ve found the woman of my dreams.
Once in the lobby, I pulled her to the side and held both of her hands. Her face was flushed and beaming with pleasure.
“Can I take you out dancing, love?” I ran my fingers down her arm, never tiring of her softness.
Kyri just smiled and kissed me, breathless. Tangled up in her arms, I took it as a yes and carried her out to the front of the hotel to wait on our cab.
Instead of taking her directly to a restaurant, I tell the cabbie to take us downtown to Saks Fifth Avenue. Kyri figures it out immediately.
“You want to buy me new clothes?” She looks down at her dress and self-doubt enters her eyes. “Is this not good enough for where we’re going?”
“I love your clothes, but to be honest I did notice while I was at your house that you don’t have much. I’ve got more money than I could ever spend. Why shouldn’t I spend some of it on you?”
The truth is the idea of spending money on someone other than myself has me more excited than a small boy on Christmas. There’s no joy in buying things for myself anymore. I already have five television sets in my flat, and that’s only for one person. I have two coffee makers, three sofas, two ice boxes, a cooled liquor cabinet…the list goes on. I’ve spoiled myself rotten, and now I’m ready to spoil someone else.
A smile brightens up her face. “So you’re taking me on a full-on shopping spree? How the hell are you still single?”
I run the backs of my fingers over her silky smooth cheek. “I think I was waiting for you.”
She visibly melts under my touch. I cup her neck with my palm and press my lips down to hers. She moans and leans against me full force. Stroking her cheek, I pull back from the kiss and wink.
“No more of that until after we’ve gone out for drinks. I’m not going to let you work your witchery over me again so soon.” She giggles and nods in assent.
We arrive in town, and I pay the cabbie, then we walk hand in hand across the street toward Saks Fifth Avenue. On the way, I ask her about the clothes she needs, and she rattles off a bunch of clothing items I’ve never heard of. Halter tops, pashminas, clutches…I’ve never been one to follow women’s fashion or fashion at all, so I’m a bit clueless, but I’m glad she knows what she wants. Hopefully that will make this a little easier and it won’t take up the entire evening.
Once inside, a consultant meets us at the door and talks to Kyri about the sort of things she’s looking for. I let her walk off with the glasses-clad, elegant looking woman in a pantsuit and wander about the store aimlessly, trying to pass the time. Once Kyri has armfuls of clothes, they head to the fitting room, and I follow them, secretly hoping to see her in something form-fitting and a little revealing. Most of her clothes hang on her like a bag. I want to see her curvaceous body emphasized to its full potential.
When she steps out of the fitting room in a skin tight, sleeveless olive green dress, I know I made the right decision. Her breasts are lifted to an impossible height on her chest, making her cleavage deepen even further. The cinch on her waist finally makes it possible to see the hourglass figure she has and doesn’t even know it. When she turns around to face the mirror, I almost lose all sense of control.
Fuck, that arse…
If we were alone, I’d to take her inside that fitting room, yank this dress up around her waist, and give her round four right here in the store. That body of hers gives me chills.
During the rest of the shopping trip, I find myself doubting my decision to bring her here before dinner. Apparently halter tops work wonders for a woman with big tits. Dresses come in lengths that almost make them sin. Push-up bras turn an impressive figure into a body I’m going to have to hide in the corners of clubs so she won’t be pawed at by drunk wankers on the dance floor. Now I know why she’s been hiding under baggy clothes. I almost feel like putting them back on her and rushing her out of the store.
The thought of another man getting to see her like this has jealousy crawling up my neck.
Only the radiant smile on her face convinces me to stay here and give her everything she wants. The sight of her happy has become a driving force for me. I’d die to keep that smile on her face.
After shelling out thousands of American dollars in one store, we move on to a salon where I tell her to get whatever treatment she wants done. Kyri throws her arms around my neck before heading back with the stylist, thanking me profusely. I chuckle and watch her as she’s given a facial and hair treatment. Then they style it and do her makeup, and I’m blown away just looking at the transformation. She was beautiful before, but with the new clothes and all of this, I might as well be going to dinner and a club tonight with an award-winning actress. I can hardly believe my good fortune.
After all this, maybe she’ll finally be mine.
Chapter 19
Kyri
There are two lines when we approach the hottest club in downtown Atlanta. One line is for the “normals,” the category I used to fall under, but there’s another line I never thought I’d be able to join. Jace keeps a snug hold on my hand as he brings me up to the bouncer in the VIP line. People all around us gasp when they recognize him and clamor for his autograph, but he pays them no attention.
“Name?” the tall, stern man in shades grunts out.
“Jace Hawthorne of Filthy Bangers.”
A corner of the man’s lips ticks up for only a second. As soon as Jace opened his mouth, the bouncer had already started unhooking the rope and pulling it to the side. “Welcome, Mr. Hawthorne. It’s a pleasure to have you here. I think your bandmates are already in the VIP section.”
“Wait…my mates are here?” I catch disappointment in Jace’s tone. He looks at me with an apology in his eyes.
“It’s okay.” I wave it off. “We have nothing to hide, right baby?” Grinning up at him, I relish the heat in his gaze.
“Fuck no, we don’t.” Leaning down, he brushes a quick kiss to my lips before linking arms with me and leading me inside. His grip is tight on me as we pass by other men that don’t bother to disguise their lust at the sight of me. I never thought I’d be considered a hottie, but it seems like Jace’s makeover has worked wonders for me. There’s only one man I want to look hot for tonight, though, and he’s the one who’s cutting off my blood circulation in my lower arm as we approach the roped-off VIP section.
Once inside, we find the bandmates and Alex sitting on a couch in the back. They’re being served by two waitresses. Alex is practically in Damien’s lap, and they’re sharing saliva like there’s no tomorrow. If we were in a kissing contest with them, I think they’d give us a run for our money.
Damien suddenly detaches from Alex and grins at the sight of us. “Well, well. Did you get bored of each other already?”
“No, Demon. You fuckers stole our spot.” With a motion of his hand, Jace gets Damien to move over, and Alex sits in his lap, giggling like a drunk.
The next few minutes are a little awkward because of Damien and Alex’s incessant grinding on each other. I thought Jace and I were bad until I witnessed these two. It’s like a couple of nymphos going at it.
I stand up, planning on asking Jace to accompany me to the dance floor, but Alex notices me getting up and springs up beside me.
“Hey, you wanna go dance, pretty girl?” She waggles her eyebrows at me hilariously.
“Sure.”
Alex and I giggle our way out to the dance floor arm in arm. She pulls my hands above my head as a new song starts. I let my body loosen up and jiggle to the beat with her, laughing when my attempt at twerking ends up being a total disaster. Alex of course has no problem with it. She’s been twerking practically since she was born.
Opting to stay with my usual style of shaking my ass and pushing out my tits, I taunt Jace from across the room. His gaze locks with mine from the VIP section, and even from a distance, I can see the spark enter his eyes. Approval is written all over his intense stare. Blushing, I turn my attention to Alex, who taps me on the shoulder.
“Hey, how’s everything going tonight?”
“It was amazing until you guys crashed our party.” I glare at her under the colorful flashing lights.
She bursts into another fit of giggles. “Sorry! The boys asked me to go out clubbing with them. I had no idea you’d be here.”
“Hey, are you and Damien—”
“White hot together and about to get insanely lucky? Hells to the yes,” Alex brags, her grin suggesting she’s ever so slightly proud of herself. I don’t really blame her. Damien might be a pig, but he’s just her type, and he’s almost as gorgeous as my man.
Almost.
“I’m going to get another drink. You want anything?” Alex offers.
“Nah, honey, I’m good.” We giggle at the song reference.
Alex leaves me on the dance floor by myself, but I make my way over toward the bar so I won’t be too far away from her. A song by DeadMau5 comes on and I cheer, bucking my hips and moving to the beat.
A feeling like ice crystallizes and crackles down my spine when I feel a pair of unfamiliar hands on my ass.
“Yeah, baby. Work it,” a slurred, deep voice grumbles as his hands move up to my waist.
“Get off of me!” I jerk away, spinning around to face the apparent body builder behind me. He’s bald and dressed in a plain white tank that showcases his massive arms. Fear chills me. My mouth makes a move to call for Jace, but my voice won’t come out.
“Such a tease.” The body builder gives me a stained, toothy grin and wraps his arms around me again. He leans down with his lips puckered.
“Stop!” I push against his chest to no avail. I might as well be fighting against a marble statue. “I said no!”
“You said no, but your body said yes. Come on, baby. Let’s go to the bathroom so you can show me those tits.” His big paws move up to touch my chest, but I block him with my own hands.
“Listen, I’m here with someone else—”
“What, is he better than me?” Rage takes over his dumbed out eyes. Tendons pop out on his meaty neck. “I’m not good enough for you, is that it?” His hold on me becomes tight and threatening. I whimper beneath his murderous stare.
“Fuck no, you’re not, you little cunt.”
Jace’s voice sends relief washing through me. I’m thrown aside by my assailant, who puffs out his
chest and looks Jace square in the eye.
“What are you gonna do, hit me?” The man pounds on his chest, the same stupid look on his face.
With lightning speed, Jace’s arm goes up to the man’s neck and he curls him underneath him in a choke hold. People gasp and stir around us. The stress in Jace’s face is apparent as he wrestles control over a man that’s larger than him in girth, but not quite as tall. The man bucks underneath him, but Jace holds his ground, a look of sheer determination and will on his face.
“Listen up, fucker. This woman is mine. You make another move on her, and I won’t spare your life next time. When a woman says no, that means no. You’re a pathetic excuse for a human being.” He spits on the back of his shiny head and lets him go. The man grunts as he storms away, making his way to the bar. I watch to make sure Alex isn’t near him, but am relieved to find she’s gone back to the safety of the VIP section.
My attention turns back to my knight in shining armor. Sweat beads glisten on his forehead and he’s panting like a dog in July, but other than that, he looks unharmed.
“Are you all right?” he asks, coming closer to me and searching my face.
“I’m fine, thanks to you.”
He wraps his arms around me and brushes his lips against my hair. Sobbing a little bit, I tuck myself into his embrace. That wasn’t the first time a man has tried to force himself on me, and I’m shaking from the traumatic reminder of it all.
“I’m never going to let anyone hurt you,” Jace whispers.
“I believe you,” I whisper in reply. A slower song comes on, and we sway to the music, neither of us willing to let the other one go. I lift my face to look into his. A smile softens his features at the sight of me. My heartbeat evens out to normal again as I look into his dazzling eyes.
His head lowers down, and I let him heal me with a kiss as I return it with every ounce of feeling I’ve ever had for him. In the haven of his strong arms, it suddenly occurs to me that Jace is not my damnation. He’s my protector. He’s my lover. He’s a man I’m happy to fall asleep with tonight and wake up with tomorrow morning.
