“All in due time, Kitten.” He smirks and nibbles along my jaw line. I moan in pure pleasure, arching my back and pressing my chest into his. I shiver as my oversensitive nipples brush against him. I need him, now. My body is going into over drive. I feel like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t do something very, very soon. As if he’s read my mind, he thrusts into me hard and hooks my right leg over his hip, holding it in place. I gasp in pleasure. There’s nothing like this feeling of having the man you’ve been crazy about for years, filling you perfectly. Just the right amount of stretch to cause some pain, but the good kind. The kind that makes you want more, so much more.
“Are you alright?” he asks softly, brushing his lips over mine.
“Yes, move please.” I whimper, wrapping my other leg around his hips.
“As you wish.” He smiles and starts a very slow torture, thrusting almost all the way out and back in painfully slowly, all the while he caresses my sides and arms before pinning my hands above my head. His muscled body holds me captive on the sun lounger. He expertly rolls his hips into me, slowly, as if to prove that he is the one in control and I’m just going to have to accept it. He’s the only one I’d ever willingly submit to and give him complete power over my body. I lose myself in the moment as I enjoy his slow strokes until he suddenly starts to pick up the pace and strength of his thrusts. Whilst he started gentle and passionate, now he’s rough and seeking pleasure. My favourite. I like it rough, especially with Jase.
He starts to pound into me, the force of his thrusts bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Our eyes are locked, we’re nose to nose, our breath mixing, I’m still pinned to the lounger by his body and I’m in heaven. If I could pick any moment to die, it’d be right here, right now. I’m the happiest I can be right now. I’m so close to my sweet release, I move my hips to meet his thrusts. The only sounds surrounding us are our ragged breaths and our flesh slapping, joined, not that far away, by thunder.
“I’m so close.” I whimper, needing my release.
“Don’t hold back, Kitten.” He kisses me hard and rough with so much passion that I think my heart stops for a few beats. It starts back up when I feel this wave of pleasure surround me and pull me in. I feel my body tremble as loud thunder cracks above us. Covering our moans and screams of pleasure. We rest, forehead to forehead for what seems like forever as we catch our breath. He slowly frees my wrists and wraps me in his arms. We stay connected, neither of us wanting to lose this moment. There is a sweet sadness to it, it feels like it’s the last time something is ever going to happen between us.
We don’t get to really enjoy our post orgasm embrace for long as rain starts to pour down on us. Reluctantly, he pulls out and takes off the condom, throwing it in a bin that sits by the lounger. We don’t have time to get dressed before it starts to hail. Jase only has his boxers on when he swoops me up and rushes us inside.
“What a way to end the night.” He chuckles and grabs us towels from the bathroom. He gently wraps me in one and dries me before drying himself.
“That’s for sure.” I smile and get in bed, not sure if he’ll want to join me, but I’m too tired and relaxed to care.
“Move over.” He slaps my ass as I’m lying face down in the middle of the bed.
“Hey! No spanking.” I glare at him and roll over.
“I remember someone enjoying it rough before.” He smirks and wraps me in his arms.
“That was before.” I cuddle into him, feeling horrible for what we just did, but past the point of caring about what’s right or wrong.
“What changed?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. I know exactly what changed.
“You’re still a shit liar, but I’ll let you off this time.” He kisses my head and pulls the cover over us.
“Thanks,” I whisper against his chest and close my eyes. I relax in his arms, something I haven’t done in a while. Every time we are together, I feel alive and good, but my thoughts drift to something somber. It doesn’t feel like us being back together, it feels like this is goodbye. We won’t get our happily ever after. We were doomed from the beginning. We’re just torturing ourselves each time we see each other but it seems like neither of us cares about the consequences. We need each other. I just wish we were destined for a happily ever after.
CHAPTER 6
Jason
I can’t believe what just happened, again.
I disgust myself but I wanted it, I needed it.
It wasn’t fair for either of us or to Jenny. Truth is, Nicole and I have known each other for a long time and this isn’t our first time. Do I regret the way we met and wish I could have a do over? Yes. Do I regret anything that’s ever happened between us? No. Even though I was unfaithful to Jenny and her memory, I don’t regret any second I’ve spent in Nicole’s company. She makes me feel. She riles me up, pisses me off, gets me hard in less time than it takes to say it and she makes me feel like a man. I don’t know how she does it, but whenever I’m with her, I’m happy, whether we have sex or not.
Tonight was different though. It felt like we were saying goodbye and that’s the last thing I want. As lame as it’s going to sound, I need her. She’s the light to my darkness and even though I don’t want to taint her with my past, I can’t stay away from her and nor do I want to.
I never feel this good unless I’m with her. No matter what horrible things I’ve done in the past, everything is forgotten when she’s near. What will happen when my past catches up though? It’s already threatening to destroy everything I have, everything I built so hard to make seem perfect. Seem being the keyword.
I feel like my world is on the brink of falling apart and I’m going to lose Nicole for good.
My Kitten.
She has no idea how I feel about her. She knows I like her, she has no idea that she stole my heart years ago, but I can’t have her. I don’t deserve her, not after all the things I’ve done in the past.
I hope none of it will fall back on her.
I’d never be able to forgive myself.
I kiss the crown of her head and watch her sleep peacefully, completely unaware of the danger coming our way.
“You mean the world to me,” I whisper and close my eyes, hoping it’ll be a night with no nightmares.
I wake up and don’t feel Nicole by my side. I groan and look around, making sure last night wasn’t just a very good and vivid dream, but I’m brought back to reality when I feel a pair of soft lips wrap around my cock. I lift the sheets and there she is, on her knees, between my legs, my cock between her soft pink lips, eyes locked on mine.
“Best way to wake up.” I smirk and move the sheets away. She doesn’t say a word as she takes me in her mouth, making me shudder in pleasure as I hit the back of her throat. She’s going to be the death of me. Death by orgasm, there’s no sweeter death than that. I push her beautiful dark hair away from her face and prop myself up on a pillow, wanting to watch one of the most beautiful sights ever. The lips of the woman who owns my heart sucking me off. Her hair’s a mess, she doesn’t have a speck of make up on and yet, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You dickhead! Your wife only died a month ago! My conscience keeps screaming at me every chance it gets but I push those thoughts away and smile at Nicole. I moan as she licks the underside of my cock slowly, no doubt to make me pay for all those times I teased her. She smirks at me and starts jerking me off at a good pace and leans down, capturing my balls in the warmth of her mouth, making me jerk my hips.
“If you keep doing this I’m not going to last, Kitten.”
“Who says I want you to last?” She smirks at me, full of confidence.
“What about you?”
“All in due time, Officer Sanders.” She bites her lip, trying to pull off looking innocent, but it’s not working for her.
“You know what you calling me that does to me.” I groan, my cock twitching in her hand.
“Oh, I know.” She grins wide and sits up. She c
rawls towards me on her hands and knees until she’s straddling me. She positions herself over my cock and sinks down onto it in one swift move. We both moan longingly, feeling each other for the first time without a condom.
“Are you sure?” I look at her, raising my eyebrow.
“Yes, I know you are clean and so am I. I’m on the pill and not planning on having a kid anytime soon.” She leans over and kisses me deeply.
“If you’re sure.” I kiss her back and squeeze her hips. She starts to move, lifting herself almost all the way off of me before slamming back down. Yep, she’s going to be the death of me. I hold her hips tightly, helping her up and down my cock, increasing the pace. The bouncing movement of her boobs in front of my face drives me closer to the edge and I can’t help capturing one of her taunt nipples with my mouth. Every square inch of her skin begging to be licked and teased.
As much as I love having her on top, I need to take control, but she surprises me by pinning me to the bed. She wants the control this morning. At any other given time, I’d fight back, but the coy expression on her face makes me want to see what she has in mind.
She leans back, resting her hands below my knees she spreads her legs a bit more, giving me the most beautiful view of my cock buried inside her velvet pussy. There’s nothing more beautiful than the woman you love bringing herself closer to the edge and taking what she wants. I can feel myself getting closer, too close. I don’t want to come without her getting off first. I’m not trying to be a gentleman, I just love the sounds she makes when she comes.
She leans forward, resting her hands on my chest and picks up the pace, moving up and down my shaft quicker, grinding her hips when I’m buried inside her to the hilt. Her legs start to shake, she’s close. I smirk and hold her hips, helping her ride me as fast as she wants to, bringing her over the edge and letting me hear those sounds of heavenly pleasure. Between moaning my name and something I can’t make out, she purrs. Hearing her get off throws me over the edge and I come inside her, moaning her name.
She falls limply onto me, still purring softly, hence the nickname ‘Kitten’. With the thunder last night, I was robbed of the sweet sound. Now I can die in peace, having heard it one last time. She nuzzles the crook of my neck, still lying on top of me with my cock still inside her.
“That was fucking amazing,” she whispers, breathless.
“It was.” I smile and kiss her temple. “I love it when you purr.” I chuckle whilst nibbling her earlobe.
“I do not.” She looks at me in confusion.
“You do, Kitten. Why do you think I called you that?”
“Because I like sex with you, so I guess sex kitten? I don’t know.” She shrugs.
“That too, but you do purr. It’s music to my ears, I’ve missed hearing it.” I kiss her softly and wrap my arms around her.
“Weirdo.” She chuckles and kisses my neck.
“I know. How do you feel?”
“I’m in heaven, you?” She sighs happily.
“I’m right there with you.”
“Are you sure?” She looks up at me, trying to gauge my emotions.
“Oddly, yes. I know we shouldn’t have had sex for many reasons, but I don’t care. Not anymore. It might be wrong, but I can’t deprive myself of you anymore.”
“You do know how to make a woman swoon, don’t you?” She pecks my lips and nuzzles my neck.
“What do you mean?”
“Even though what we did is wrong, you wanting me I-”
“Needing you, Nicole. I need you in my life. You’re the only thing making me happy, making me feel anything other than my life being a waste of time.”
“What do you mean?” She glances up looking sad.
“It’s a very long story that I’m not ready to share yet.” I sigh, knowing she’s not going to be happy about this.
“You know every single thing that went wrong in my life, but you can’t confide in me?” She sits up and moves to the other side of the bed. We both look at each other, feeling the loss.
“I know it’s not fair. I just can’t bring myself to subject you to what I went through. Not yet anyway. I will, one day I promise I will. Just not now. I don’t want to ruin last night and this morning. It’s the happiest I’ve been in years,” I plead with her.
“Alright, but next time you better open up, Sanders. Or no more purring.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her perfect boobs up, my eyes zero on them. “Eyes are up here.”
I chuckle. “You can’t blame me, you’ve got perfect tits, well that’s a lie-”
“What?” She screeches, reading to pounce on me and beat me up.
“You have a perfect body if you’d let me fucking finish my sentence.” I chuckle and shake my head.
“Better.” She glares at me and frowns when my beeper goes off. I sigh and look at it.
“I have to get to work. I’m sorry.” I look at her apologetically.
“Alright. Do you have time for a coffee or should I pour you one to go?”
“To go please. We’re going after the-” I catch myself before telling her what we are planning on doing today.
“You’re going after the assholes threatening our beautiful city. I figured.” She shrugs and puts on a kimono robe.
“How-”
“I’m not stupid, besides considering the fact that they are closing in on us, it’s pretty obvious.” She leans over and kisses me. “I’ll make some coffee, you can take a quick shower if you want.” She smiles, pecks my lips and leaves me to my thoughts.
I watch her leave and go to her ensuite bathroom for a quick shower. I don’t want to leave her, but I don’t really have the choice. I need to get to work and rid our good city of those scumbags. I’m not sure how today is going to go, but I don’t have the choice, this needs to be done. I just hope it’s not the last time I see Nicole.
CHAPTER 7
Nicole
I head downstairs to get a quick breakfast ready before Jase has to leave for work. I can’t stop smiling after how last night and this morning turned out. It’s been a few months, well closer to a year since I last saw Jase. I smile remembering that day as I start the coffee.
I was still in college in Grambling and he visited me before summer break. We spent an entire weekend locked up in a hotel room, living in pure bliss. My happiness was short lived though. A planned four day weekend turned into a two day weekend because he had to go back to his wife. I felt horrible after completely realizing that he was indeed married and made a commitment to another woman. I knew that he was, although not from the beginning, he hid that very important detail from me for a couple of months. I was pissed at him, but I couldn’t help my attraction. I had a massive crush on him and I let it get the best of me. Every time, I felt guilty and I was disgusted at myself, but at the same time, the only happiness I could find was from being with Jase.
Do I wish things happened differently? In a way, yes. I wish he could’ve been mine from the beginning and that we didn’t meet in such circumstances, but I can’t change the past. I’m not sure if I would want to. Had we not met, what kind of trouble would I be into? Would I still have my little slice of happiness once in a while? All those questions are left unanswered and maybe it’s for the best. They say everything happens for a reason but I’m still trying to figure out what the reason was for all the fucked up shit that happened in my life.
I’m brought back to reality by Jase’s phone ringing from the living room. I don’t pay any attention to it and put a few frozen croissants, graciously given by Josie, into the oven. I’m starving and I’m sure Jase is too. I don’t want him to leave without eating something, God knows how long his day is going to be. Hell, I don’t want him to leave at all. I’m a bit bummed that he has to go so soon, but it was good to be with him again.
Nothing could ruin my mood this morning. My life might not be exactly how I want it to be, but it’s pretty close. I try not to let what Jase will have to do get to me, but I can’
t help but worry about him. I can’t even imagine what he will have to do today. I wouldn’t want to be in his position, having to stop those assholes from attacking our city, our friends, our families. I know it’s going to be dangerous and that he’ll be risking his life to protect ours, but I don’t want him to be in any danger. I know I can’t stop him from going to work, but the last thing I want is for him to be subjected to those men. I know all too well what they are capable of doing, unfortunately.
I groan at hearing his phone ring for the tenth time since coming downstairs. I don’t know if I should pick up or not but the ringing is driving me insane. I pick up his phone from the coffee table. An unmarked number. I answer, not wanting it to ring one more time.
“Hello?”
“Who is this?” I hear a thick Russian accent on the phone. What the fuck?
“Who are you?” There’s a pause of a couple of seconds. “Hello?” I ask again, thinking they hung up.
“It doesn’t matter. Let Jason know I called.”
“Who should I say called?” I ask confused.
“He’ll know…” Mystery man hangs up, leaving me all the more confused.
I know that voice…
I sigh to myself, even more confused than when I first picked up the phone. I take the croissants out of the oven before they overcook, or knowing myself, burn. I then set them in a bag on the counter along with a travel mug.
“What did you make, Kitten? It smells amazing.” He says joining me in the kitchen.
“Croissant.” I take an angry bite out of one.
“What’s wrong?” He looks at me, confused.
“A Russian man called you.”
“How do you know?” He looks at me, not pleased. His face is tense and his whole demeanor changes.
“Because I picked up the phone.” I deadpan.
“Why did you pick up my phone?” He raises his eyebrow, getting madder by the second.
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