“Figured you would say that.” He picked up the bottle of water and uncapped it before offering it to me. “Sorry, it’s all I have besides the wine. I can order groceries if you need or want anything.”
Wiping my mouth with a napkin, I took a small sip. “No, this is perfect. Thanks.”
He picked up a dumpling and fed me half before stuffing the rest into his mouth. As he chewed, his eyes stayed glued to me.
“What?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the napkin again in case I had something on my face.
“Nothing,” he murmured, leaning closer. “Just soaking in how beautiful you are.” He brushed his lips over my cheek before skimming them down to my jaw. “And reminding myself I need to feed you before I drag you to bed and sink so deep into you that we can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins.”
Eleven
Jordan
Her soft hand touched my chest and pushed. I went willingly, grasping her hips as I fell onto my back and she straddled my waist. The food was forgotten as she leaned down and sealed her mouth to mine.
Our kiss Christmas Eve had haunted me, taunting me with her sweetness at all hours of the day and night. A reminder of why I was working so hard to get back to her. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, like sun-ripened raspberries. When I was a kid, raspberries were my favorite fruit, and all I wanted to do was gorge on Arella’s mouth until I got my fill.
But I knew deep in my soul that I was never going to get my fill of this girl.
She scraped her nails down my chest as she rushed to get my shirt the rest of the way unbuttoned. When she reached the top of my pants, my belt buckle hindered her progress. With a frustrated little growl that was so fucking sexy my cock began to leak onto my thigh, she sat up so she could see what she was doing.
“Jordan,” she whined so prettily. “Get your pants off. Now.”
Letting her have complete control, I made quick work of my belt and then the button of my pants before kicking them off, leaving me in nothing but a shirt that was spread open and a pair of gray boxer briefs. When her gaze fell on the outline of my cock in my briefs, she sucked in a sharp gasp of appreciation.
She traced her fingers down my shaft over the cloth. Licking her lips, she looked up at me. “I’ve never been with anyone as big as you,” she breathed.
Jealousy tried to rear its ugly head, but I forced it back. I didn’t want to think about anyone but my girl tonight. No one was going to ruin this for us, especially not a ghost from her past trying to taunt me that I wasn’t Arella’s first.
After I pushed the material out of the way, my cock sprang free, the tip weeping for her attention. Taking her hand, I wrapped it around me, but her fingers couldn’t completely connect as she fisted them. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fit in that sweet pussy.”
A smirk teased at her lips. “I didn’t think you wouldn’t,” she purred. “It’s just going to be a tight squeeze.” She tilted her head to the side, causing her glossy dark hair to fall over her shoulder. Her fist clenched as she pumped me. “Think you can handle that, big guy?”
In answer, a gush of jizz dripped from my tip and down over her small hand. “Only one way to find out.”
Jumping to my feet, I lifted her into my arms and sprinted into the bedroom. The bathroom door was open, and I could smell her shampoo and body wash coming from there, causing my dick to twitch as the scents caressed me like a physical touch.
Placing her in the center of my bed, I grabbed her pajama bottoms and tugged them and her panties off before reaching for her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits bounced as she braced herself on her elbows and looked up at me through her thick lashes.
I tossed my shirt across the room before stepping back and taking a moment just to appreciate the sight of her in my bed. Her skin had a slightly sun-kissed tone to it, making her blue-gray eyes stand out almost dramatically in her beautiful face. Every inch of her appeared to be silky soft, all the way down to her bare pussy that glistened with her need for me, making my mouth water to taste her nectar.
Catching hold of one of her ankles, I pulled her to the end of the bed and dropped to my knees. The scent of her arousal hit me, and I feasted my mouth on her drenched pussy lips.
Arella’s fingers raked through my hair, tugging hard as she cried out my name. “Don’t stop,” she begged as I latched on to her clit. “Oh God, please don’t stop.”
I lifted my eyes to watch her face as I devoured her, wanting to imprint what she looked like when I made her come on my tongue. When it came to her pleasure, I’d give her whatever she wanted. All she had to do was ask, and I’d make it my life’s mission to give it to her, no matter what it was.
This girl was mine to cherish and protect, to love until I took my last breath.
As I thrust two fingers into her quivering pussy, she came apart for me, and I nearly spilled onto the floor from the euphoria I saw shining out of her eyes. Giving her pleasure was addictive, and I licked and ate her through another before dragging her to the center of the bed and spreading her legs as wide as I could get them as I lined up my cock at her entrance.
She was still shaking from her last release, her pussy drenched. Her taste was still on my tongue, my face saturated with her juices, and I licked my lips, savoring her sweetness as I pushed into her.
“Jordan!” she screamed as I stretched her walls. She arched her back, opening herself up to me even more, and I sank even deeper into her wonderland.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I bottomed out, my balls slapping against her luscious ass. My balls were already tightening up, telling me I was close, and I’d only been inside her for a matter of seconds. I couldn’t ever remember blowing so fast, not even when I first became sexually active, but she felt so damn good, I was about to release deep into her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist tightly, holding me deep inside her as she adjusted to my invasion. Without my permission, my hips gave a shallow thrust, causing her to whimper.
“Baby, am I hurting you?” I gritted out, trying to hold back my release until I felt her milking it from me with her own orgasm.
“N-no,” she said, shaking her head side to side as if she were in agony. “But it feels so good I think I might die.”
Her walls clenched around my girth, making me see stars for a few seconds, and I couldn’t help coming a little. “I need you to come,” I groaned as I lowered my head and skimmed my lips over hers. “Because I’m about to embarrass myself if you don’t.”
“Yeah?” she breathed, clenching even harder this time, and I knew she was doing it on purpose. “So, you’re a minute man?”
“Only with you,” I said with a grunt, and she lowered her lashes, but not before I saw the pleasure my answer gave her. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t seem to hold on to my restraint, baby.”
To prove my point, I felt my cock release a little inside her. Not completely, just a micro-orgasm that had us both groaning.
“Jordan!” she cried out, her walls spasming around me and her nails slicing into my back as I spilled into her. “You’re not wearing a condom!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted and pulled out of her. The action caused her to whimper and me to fight back an agonized growl. After being inside her, completely bare, all I wanted was to thrust back into her sweet heaven and never pull out again. Opening the top drawer of my bedside table, I reached in for a condom and made quick work of sheathing my cock. I was lucky there were even any in there. I hadn’t bought any for at least two years, possibly longer, and those were for my place back in Italy.
Fuck, I couldn’t remember when I’d last restocked my stash in this apartment.
As soon as it was in place, she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Straddling my hips, she grasped my cock in one hand and guided it into her. She felt so tight and wet, I fisted my hands in the covers beneath me to keep from pounding up into her. My cock stretched her all over again as she took me to the base,
and we were both out of breath by the time she bent to kiss me.
“I’ve been tested. Everything was negative,” she panted. “Just in case you were worried. I’ve never done this without protection.”
“I wasn’t worried,” I assured her. “Fuck, babe, it was the last thing on my mind.” I cupped the side of her face, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb. “I’ve never been so far gone that I forgot to put on a condom. This is a first for me too.”
Her chin quivered. “I-I like that we get to share a first together,” she whispered, and I felt a lump fill my throat.
“Me too, baby.”
She started to ride me slowly, making us both forget about everything but how good it felt to be a part of each other. “I have a confession to make,” she said in a breathy voice as she kissed down my chest. “I…”
“You?” I urged, my hands going to her hips to help her ride me.
“I’ve never actually come with a guy before.” She lifted her head, and I noticed the pink that filled her cheeks. “Don’t get me wrong. It felt good. But…I just couldn’t get there.”
Unintentionally, my fingers bit into her flesh, bruising her as my jealousy tried to ruin this moment yet again. “Doesn’t seem like it’s a problem now,” I gritted out, trying to rein in my need to mark her entire body so the whole world would know she was mine.
“No,” she moaned as her hips began to increase their pace. “Definitely not a problem now. I usually have to get myself off after, but I’ve already come twice and close to a third.”
Cursing viciously, I flipped her onto her back and thrust into her so hard she screamed my name. “Arella, you are about to turn me into something I’m not if you don’t shut the fuck up about sex with other guys.”
Her nails stabbed into my hips, branding me. “And what is that?”
“A killer.” Ducking my head, I caught her left nipple between my teeth and bit down. She rewarded me with her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard, I spilled a little. Come filled the condom, but my cock was still rock hard deep inside her. “Because if you say one more word about the motherfuckers who touched you in the past, I will hunt each and every one of them down and put a bullet in their heads.”
“Oh my God,” she whined, her walls clamping and then spasming around me as she came. She dug her nails deeper, and I felt them pierce my skin, but it only revved me higher.
I lost control, pounding into her tight pussy so hard the bed frame slammed against the wall until I roared her name as I finally released. I felt something snap and knew it was the condom. With any other girl, I would have panicked. The risk of pregnancy, or that she might have lied and could pass something on to me, would have pissed me off, and I would’ve already been thinking of a way to get her out of my apartment.
Not so with Arella.
I knew she wouldn’t lie to me about her health. But it was the thought of her belly swelling with our baby that had me falling on top of her and kissing her as my cock turned to steel all over again. Every time I’d thought about kids in the past, I’d literally broken out in a cold sweat. Now, I only wanted to see how much come I could pump into my girl to get her pregnant.
If she were carrying my baby, then everyone would know who she belonged to.
Did that make me a bastard? Probably.
Did I care? Not one damn bit.
“Jordan,” she whimpered as I began thrusting my hips again. “You feel so good. I don’t want it to end.”
“Baby, you keep clenching that pussy like that, and I’ll never be able to stop.” I lifted just enough so I could pet her clit with my thumb.
“Shit!” she shouted. “I’m going… I’m… Jordan!”
The way she said my name when she was losing herself to the pleasure I was giving her sent me crashing into another release. It was so powerful, I felt like my spine was going to snap. Trying to catch my breath, I rolled onto my side, taking her with me and pulling her head to my chest.
“I-I think the condom broke,” she panted. “I feel so sticky.”
Struggling to breathe, I kissed the top of her head. “It did. I’d say I’m sorry, but I don’t think I am.”
“Me either,” she mumbled sleepily. “Maybe I’ll care tomorrow.”
“I won’t,” I told her honestly, cuddling her closer as I gave in to sleep. Maybe I should have been a gentleman and gotten something to clean her up, but I liked the thought of her smelling like me all night too much to even move. “But if you are, then feel free to slap my face.”
The last thing I heard as I drifted off was her pretty giggle.
Twelve
Arella
“Time to get up, babe.”
I groaned and turned away from the sound of Jordan’s voice. “Five more minutes,” I garbled sleepily.
“You’re going to be late for your last day of filming,” he reminded me.
“Five more minutes,” I whined. “You didn’t let me sleep at all last night.”
I heard his deep laugh, and it brought a smile to my lips. Even half asleep, that sound could make me ridiculously happy.
But then he snatched the covers away and slapped his huge hand down on my bare ass. The loud clap of flesh on flesh was kind of sexy, and that slight sting had my pussy gushing. I pressed my thighs together and moaned as my inner walls complained.
He really hadn’t let me get much sleep the night before. He woke me countless times, making love to me until I couldn’t keep my eyes open and then letting me nap before starting all over again. I was exhausted, and from the way my lady parts were complaining at the moment, I was fairly sure I was going to be walking slowly all day.
“Get your beautiful ass in the shower before I really do make you late.” I felt the bed shift and then his warm breath on my naked back. When his lips touched my skin, I whimpered as goose bumps popped up along my entire body. My nipples were already diamond hard, and his kisses along my spine were doing nothing for the issue between my thighs.
I rolled over, tempted to say fuck it. I was late for everything. The day I arrived on time—or God forbid, early—for something was the day everyone who knew me would be terrified the world was actually ending.
I looked up at him through my lashes and spread my legs invitingly. Only for the next sound out of my throat to be one of pain. It seriously felt as if my insides were shredded. Pressing my knees together, I rolled onto my side in agony and curled into a ball.
I had a high pain tolerance, but right then, I felt like if I had to move so much as a muscle, I would just give up. I’d had a good run, and if the way I left this world was because I’d had a night of the best sex of my fucking life, I was totally okay with that.
“Baby.” Jordan’s voice was soft and so damn soothing as he lifted me into his arms, carrying me into the bathroom. I felt his lips touch my brow, and I snuggled closer even though the lower half of my body was one huge, painful throb. “I’m sorry, Arella. I should have taken it easier on you last night. You were so tight. I should have given you time to recover, but I couldn’t hold back after finally getting a taste of how good we are together.”
I stroked my fingertips over his smooth jaw. Pouting, I let my head fall back so I could look up at his face. “I liked the scruff.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “I left friction burns on the insides of your thighs.”
“So?”
“I don’t like causing you pain.” He set me on the sink then walked over to turn on the shower. With a frown, he glanced around the bathroom. “Maybe we should get another place. A house, perhaps? One with a huge bathtub for you to soak in.”
My eyes had been half closed as sleep tempted me once again, but at his suggestion, they snapped open in surprise. “I’m sorry, I must have drifted off for a second there. What did you say?” No way he had just said he thought we should get a place…together? I mean, we’d only spent one night together. That didn’t mean we should contemplate purchasing property.
He walked back
toward me, and I found myself licking my lips as I appreciated the sight before me. Jordan in nothing but a pair of black slacks. His hair was already styled, so it was pushed back from his face. The scent of his cologne hit my nose, and my inner walls clenched involuntarily. There were scratches on his chest, along with teeth marks and love bites, and I couldn’t help feeling a zing of possession that I’d marked him so thoroughly.
Too bad he would be wearing a shirt and no one would see how I’d branded him as mine. But I would remember every time I looked at him, and it drenched me.
“Where do you want to live? Closer to your parents, maybe? Or I think there were a few houses for sale in my parents’ neighborhood. You would only be a few blocks from your aunt Layla and Emmie.” He tenderly grasped my knees and carefully spread my legs as he stepped between them. “But I’m okay with wherever you want to live, babe.”
“I, uh…” Shaking my head to clear it, I frowned up at him. “Is this because the condom broke last night?”
Something flashed in his eyes, and he moved one of his hands to touch my lower stomach. “Shh, don’t talk about that, or I’ll end up fucking your right here. And your sweet little pussy can’t handle any more right now.” Lowering his head, he brushed his lips over mine in a barely there kiss. “But to answer your question, this has nothing to do with the fact that I spent the entire night filling you with my come. I want to live with you. Wake up beside you every morning. Fall asleep with you in my arms every damn night. Hear your giggles in every room. Smell your scent on every surface. See your things touching mine in our closet.”
The mental pictures he was painting in my mind had me melting. I liked this fantasy he was creating of us living together, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust it. Maybe he wanted that now, but what about when he got bored?
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