“How did that help you?”
“Mental, I guess.” He kissed her nose and palmed her ass, lifting her against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her arms around his neck. As he carried her into the house and down the hall to his bedroom, her core rubbed against his abs in a delicious manner. Again, they thankfully encountered no one, but it was late so either his sister and friend were in bed or they hadn’t returned from Omega’s party yet.
“Knowing I control your pleasure pacifies my needs.”
“You’re mental, Jase.”
He kicked his bedroom door shut, strode across his room, and dropped her on his bed. “Mental about you, darlin’.” Leaning over her, he braced his hands on either side of her head on the mattress, his hair creating a curtain. “Do you need a moment to get ready?”
“Should I?”
Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Only if you need it.”
“I’m good.” Fallon sat up and in response, he went to his knees straddling her thighs. She hooked her fingers in his button-fly jeans and released the first button. His fingers slid through her hair, and she could feel the weight of his stare as she released the remainder of his buttons. As she leaned forward and mouthed him through his jeans, she peeked up at him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jase cupped the back of her head as she pulled the denim down to his knees.
A little surprised he wore underwear, she admired the outline of his length through his black boxer briefs. In a rebellious mind frame, she dragged her mouth along his dick and found the head, sucking it into her mouth through the cotton.
“Fuck.” He jerked her head back by her hair.
She grinned at him, admiring her handiwork, the wet imprint on his black underwear.
“If you’re going to do that, do it right.” He shoved his underwear down his legs, his cock springing out and bumping her mouth leaving dampness on her lips. On instinct, she slid her tongue along her bottom lip, licking his precum away. It was salty, but she didn’t recoil from the taste, and instead was curious to sample more of him.
No idea what to do, she followed her first thought and flattened her tongue at the base of his stalk and licked up the underside until she sucked just the tip into her mouth.
Jase groaned, slid his fingers through her hair. “Oh, darlin’, that’s hot.” He kept up the skate of his fingers through her hair as she sucked him to the back of her throat, rubbing her tongue back and forth along his length. “Suck a little harder.” Another guttural groan that sounded more like pain than pleasure. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
Without any warning, he pulled out of her mouth and flipped her to her stomach. One of his hands clutched her hip, and he rocked his cock against her ass. The other hand shoved her hair out of the way and he ran his palm down the center of her back. “Where’s the goddamn zipper on this dress?”
“Side.” Gooseflesh paraded across her skin when he nipped the back of her neck before sucking on the sting.
Anticipating he’d go for the zipper, she elevated her arms over her head so he’d have easy access. Instead of doing as she expected, he gripped her hips and pulled her to her knees. The dress was too short to hide her pussy and her cheeks burned at how exposed she was to him.
“Oh!” She gasped when he put his mouth on her again, tearing up her cunt with his tongue. No sweetness this go round, no warming her up, just hard licks against her clitoris.
Fallon fisted the duvet and turned her face into the mattress, moaning at the wickedness he wielded with his tongue.
Another orgasm approached, and she whispered, “Jase…I’m gonna…come.”
In response, he licked straight up the middle halting just before he touched her clit. He pressed a kiss to the nub and rolled her to her side. Frustrated at the denial, she groaned a protest and covered her eyes with her forearm.
The material tugged against her when he gripped the zipper, and it purred as he released it. “How close were you, darlin’?”
She lifted her arm and looked at him. “Close enough I’m thinking I shouldn’t have told you.”
A final roll to her back and he pulled the dress downward. Fallon lifted her hips to help. Then the garment was sliding down her legs, and he was tossing it over his shoulder.
“The way I like you dressed the best.” He thumbed her anklebone. “Naked,” he said as if she needed clarification.
Jase observed her as he yanked off his tie, before going to work on unbuttoning his shirt. He lost patience three buttons in and yanked the garment over his head. The relaxed way she watched him made his cock throb, his crown purpling. With his dick anxious to be inside her, he was determined to make love to her slowly.
The way she’d sucked him…fuck me. A novice, yes, but the blowjob had been fucking perfect all the same. When given instructions, she’d followed through without questioning him.
He’d gotten her off in the garage and gotten her close just now so she’d be nice and wet to receive him. He might’ve taken her virginity, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be tight, wouldn’t resist his penetration. Wet was the safest way to ensure she enjoy herself.
After he wadded his shirt, he flung it to the side. Her gaze landed on the bandage over his new tattoo and she lifted her arm to gaze at her wrist.
Jase stood, toed off his shoes, and kicked off his pants and underwear. A quick yank and his socks were discarded. Had she been any other woman, he’d have fucked her half-dressed, but he wanted the all-over sensual body rub he’d get from being naked.
“Spread your legs for me, darlin’.” Watching her follow his instructions, he cupped his balls to cool his jets, but knowing she opened herself for him worked against him, escalating his desire. The crown of his cock pulsed and he squeezed the base in an effort to halt his mounting need to blow.
Slow the fuck down!
He wanted this time to be good for her, better than her first time, something to remember even if she went to another man later.
His gut clenched, and his heart ached at the thought.
I won’t think of that. Keep her happy and I might be able to possess her forever.
Forever? He would think of that later too.
Jase fetched a condom from the drawer of the bedside table and rolled it on. He could feel her gaze on him, observing his motions as he sheathed himself. They hadn’t discussed birth control, but he assumed she wasn’t on any.
Condom secured in place, he moved to the bed, crawling between her legs, but not permitting any skin-to-skin contact as he went into position over her. Burying his hands in her hair, he kissed her, taking his time to fuck her mouth as he adjusted his position to recline at her side. Mouth snug on hers, his fingers navigated down her neck to a breast. He cupped the mound and kissed his way downward, making a straight path to her nipple, laving and sucking on the tight peak. And preened when she grasped a shoulder and his hair as her spine curved, offering her breast into his mouth. He took turns between them savoring her throaty whimpers.
In his experience most women didn’t get off on breast play the way she did. But the way her hips twitched evidenced her delight with the foreplay. Jase shifted the hand cupping her breast, and hauled just his fingertips down along her belly, to snake along her abdomen, before dipping through the tight curls and sinking between her thighs. His middle finger slid easily into her wet heat. She jerked at his abrupt invasion, but he followed up the surprise with a slow pump.
As he continued to toy with her nipple, he added a second finger and pushed them deep, removed them and thrust them inside her again. “Does that hurt, Fallon?”
From his periphery he saw her quick head shake and noted her wide eyes and lax mouth. Now was the time to take her. She was so wet the movement of his fingers created slippery noises and her cunt gripped his fingers with sporadic squeezes.
He removed his hand and settled between her legs. Going to his knees, he pressed his thighs to the back of hers and widened his legs so
hers were spread further. He curled his hands around her hips and towed her closer. Using one hand, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance, gave a little push to hook himself just inside her, then dropped over her, supporting himself with his hands braced on either side of her head. His hair slung forward framing her face.
Jase stared into her eyes, and with their breaths mingling he pressed his hips forward, entering her body in one unhurried drive, only halting when he bottomed out, their pelvises compressed. Her head tilted back just slightly and her mouth parted on an inhalation.
He’d forgotten how good it felt to be inside her, with her snug channel gripping him in heat. He regretted he couldn’t feel her wetness surrounding him, but her protection was more important than his needs.
Being inside her felt better than any other woman he’d ever been with, not that that made any goddamn sense. Pussy should be pussy, right? And all pussy felt the same…or should. Used to.
When it came to Fallon Morgan, there was a whole new curve to pleasure. From the moment he’d chosen her from the groupies, he’d known she was different. The first time he’d fucked her, he’d wanted more, had been determined to haul her into his world by whatever measures necessary. From the moment she’d looked him in the eye at his lawyer’s office, he’d demanded more. Driving into her now…he still wanted more from her. A life. A future. A chance to prove he could make her happier than any other man. A chance to prove he was the only man for her, the right one.
As he pulled out and thrust back into her, he dipped his head and kissed her, ingesting her whimpers into his lungs. He caressed her lips with back and forth glides of his. “You okay, Fallon?”
“God, yes!” Her fingers clenched on his back, and she lifted a leg to wrap it around his hip. “Feels better than I remember.”
Thank fuck!
His dick might’ve suffered catastrophic damage had he been required to withdraw from her body. But if she had wanted him to stop, he would have.
He caught the back of her knee and inched it a little higher. Lowering himself to his forearm, his chest connected with her breasts, and those spiky nipples beaded against his skin.
Jase began to move, a steady rocking motion that was intended to heighten her pleasure and help him stave off an early release. He alternated between kissing her lips and licking and nipping down her throat. But he never stopped touching her in some manner as he made love to her.
Burying his face in the curve of her shoulder, he drove into her hard. She gasped against his ear, a strangled little sound that hinted she might be close to reaching that plateau before plummeting straight into the arms of an orgasm.
He lifted his head so he could peer at her. Her eyes were half-mast, and her cheeks a rosy hue, with her mouth parted on static pants.
He quickened his thrusts, taking care to grind his pelvic bone against her clitoris.
Her eyes snapped wide, and she licked her lips as tiny whimpers puffed against his face.
Jase shoved into her, jerking her upward with the force, and her breath hitched. Resisting the desire to roll her to her stomach and fuck her fast and hard from behind, he swirl-fucked her a moment, knowing the motion would rotate against her clit and sharpen her encroaching climax.
Releasing her leg, he buried his arm beneath her waist, grasping her opposite side with his hand and anchored her to him in a tight grip as he pumped just his hips against her. He threaded the fingers of his other hand through the strands of her red hair and cupped the back of her head as he gave her locks a small jerk. “Open your eyes. I wanna watch you come, Fallon.”
Her eyes snapped open and centered on him. Breathy little puffs announced the arrival of her orgasm.
“Come. For. Me.” With each word he rammed into her hard enough to jerk her beneath him, her eyes going wide with the sensation of his thrusts. If not for his grip on her, she’d have shimmied up the bed.
Fallon’s fingers tightened on his back, her nails digging into his skin. Her breathing shattered into a nonentity, her eyes dilated, and her mouth rounded as she came with a jerk, her moan soft and breathy, while her cunt squeezed his pounding cock. His girl wasn’t a screamer, but watching her climax was a treat nonetheless.
Unable to hold his off any longer, his fingers tightened on her hair and he thrust deep, groaning his own release. He poured his seed into the latex, thankful he’d had the numbing condom on or he wouldn’t have made it long enough for her to orgasm.
He gave her a body-hug, along with soft kisses hoping she’d understand how much he enjoyed himself and that sex with her wasn’t just sex, but something more.
That was amazing. Did he say that or say nothing? Or say something entirely else? Finding himself in new territory, he struggled with how to proceed. Tiptoeing on eggshells was a pain in the ass.
“I didn’t intend to make love to you tonight.” That admission came as a surprise even to him. He might’ve been thinking it, but he hadn’t planned to confess it. She stiffened beneath him. Pushing up with his forearm, he peered at her while using his fingertips to pick strands of hair off her face. “But I’m fucking glad I did. It was perfect. You are perfect.”
“I had no idea what I should do.”
“You did fine, darlin’. I’m damn sure not complaining.”
“It was really good, Jase.”
“Yeah.” Good wasn’t how he’d describe sex with her, but he knew no word really did the act justice. His thumb slid across her bottom lip and flashes of her taking his cock into her mouth skittered through his head. “Making love to you is special. Better than I remember.” Because I’m in love with you. That has to be why. “You’re the only woman for me, Fallon.”
The idea of fucking anyone else, frankly, was unappealing.
“Okay,” she said slowly.
The cagey look in her eyes hinted at her disbelief. Could he blame her for her cynicism? Yeah, in a way he could because he hadn’t given her a reason to distrust him. That irked him. A lot. He trusted her, and she’d lied to him by omission, keeping his daughter from him. His status as a rocker should have no bearing on the trust in their relationship. In time he hoped she’d grow to realize he wanted her and no other.
With a mental sigh, he pulled out in a measured pace so she’d feel all of his length exiting her body. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes widening a fraction, and he gave her a small, satisfied grin. He rolled off her and to the side of the bed.
“Be right back.”
After flushing the condom and cleaning himself with a wet washrag, he sauntered back into the bedroom. His girl had pulled on his discarded shirt and was in the process of buttoning it when he returned. She looked hot wearing his clothes, and he felt the twitch in his cock from the visual she presented.
Faith’s whimpers could be heard over the monitor. That was an instant mood killer.
“Let Helen get her.” She shot him a peeved look, but continued working on the buttons. He strode to her and caught her hands, halting her efforts. “It’s our night, Fallon. And it’s nearing dawn. This is why I hired Helen, to take care of Faith when we needed help.”
She clenched the shirt between her fingers, refusing to meet his gaze. Something was off.
“What is it?” He pulled her hands away from the buttons.
Her tongue swiped along her bottom lip, and she shook her head.
“What. Is. It?” No way he’d allow her to push him away after they’d just enjoyed such amazing sex together.
“I just need a few minutes to collect my thoughts.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No!” she said quickly as if she were surprised he came to that conclusion.
“Then what?” His patience waned the longer she stalled, so it was no surprise his voice came out harder than he intended.
“I’m scared, Jase.” He could take that in so many ways, so he waited, and after a long moment she went on. “The way I feel when I’m with you, how vulnerable I feel”—she gave him a nervous glance—�
��it doesn’t just scare me, but fucking petrifies me. The way you just fucked me scares me. The way you look at me fucking scares me!”
He flinched, her words as good as a slap. No man wanted to hear the woman they were in love with say she was terrified of the way he made her feel. But he also understood because the idea of losing her frightened him.
He curled his fingers around her neck, and used his thumb beneath her chin to notch her head back. “Do you really think you’re alone in feeling that way? The words tatted on my ribs….”
Music is the soul’s love song.
She glanced at the words and nodded.
“That’s how I feel about you. You are my heart’s love song, my soul’s love song, no other but you will ever do. Only you matter. So, yeah, you’re not alone in being petrified, but I’d rather face fear head-on than allow it to ruin something extraordinary, take away someone found only once in a lifetime.”
Her breathing escalated and she trembled. She would’ve pulled away from his hold if he hadn’t tightened his grip. No-fucking-way would he allow her to walk away from the importance of this moment.
“I’m in love with you, Fallon Morgan, and that terrifies me.”
She didn’t repeat the words.
“I fucking love you more than my drums, more than my music, more than my life. I’d give you the goddamn world if I could. As pathetic and trite as it sounds, I would carve my heart out of my chest and give it to you if only to see you smile with my last heartbeat. I am in love with you, and I’m tired of being scared to admit it. Afraid you’ll shun me because of it. I want to shout it to the world, but most of all, I just want to love you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched on a short inhale. His best guess, her expression was a mixture of dread or revulsion…maybe a combo of both.
Fuck.
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