by C. M. Marin
Her delicious scent, her gentle touch and her lustful eyes are begging me to devour every inch of her relentlessly and hungrily for as long as she can take it, but I hold off the instincts that are asking from me just the same.
“Let me make something clear, Alex,” I tell her as I press my body against hers, loving the way her breathing turns heavy. “If I fuck you right now, you’re mine again. I’m not settling for anything less than that. I mean it. You’ll trust me again eventually, but that can only happen if you let yourself get close to me. It’s all or nothing, baby. If I fuck you, there’s no running away afterward. Your choice.”
I’m being bold, and I know it could be my worst mistake. She could run away from just hearing this ultimatum, and I don’t know if I could stand to watch her run away from me. I don’t know if I could take it if she said nothing. My messed-up head is the only reason I was able to stay away from her for so long after my family died. It’s like I was wandering into a whole different world where my mind was mostly shut down. Grief and revenge were the only things my brain was able to process. It was only a year later, one of the rare times she had come home for Liam’s birthday, that I woke up. When CJ and his goons aimed their guns at us and she was right there, it broke the trance that had allowed me to endure her absence without yielding to the need to be with her―or even think about her―despite the risks to her life. That day, I woke up. But I still didn’t make a step toward her. I didn’t know how. And even worse, I had to watch her fucking date some guy. She started to move on, and I had convinced myself that I wanted nothing else. It had been hell. Pure hell. But now she’s back home. She’s back in my arms. And the last thing I want is to let her go ever again. I want to take care of her. I want to worship her. I want to see her let her guard down again. And I don’t know what I’ll do if she just doesn’t want to try anymore.
The ten full seconds that pass before she answers me feel like forever.
I’m about to beg her to give me a chance when she whispers through a needy breath, “Then it’s all. But you never leave me again. I won’t hesitate to shoot you in the balls if you do.”
My shoulders sag in relief, and when my lips meet hers, they do it gently, in a kiss full of affection. “We have a deal,” I promise her against her parted lips.
As softly as I kissed her, I gently put her on her feet even though she has to untangle her limbs from around me in the process. But I need her clothes gone. My eyes run up and down her sexy, still covered body while she rakes her nails down the taut muscles of my biceps.
“Are you going to keep looking at me, or are you going to fuck me?”
The corners of my lips tug in a slow smirk hearing her impatience. “Both, smartass. Now, top and bra off.”
She gets to work on the spot, complying willingly to my demand.
My dick jerks like crazy inside my jeans when she drops her bra, revealing her perfect, heavy breasts. Her breathing goes short and lust flares in her eyes when I take a step forward and set a palm on the wall above her head. My other hand slides underneath the hem of her jeans and panties. A long moan slips between her lips when my fingers brush over her clit on their way to her wet entrance. Fuck, that moan. The sound makes me want to push her jeans down and slam into her warm pussy over and over until her knees give way.
“Do you have any fucking idea what it did to me to see you go all territorial like that downstairs?” I ask her.
Her answer is another moan that fills my ears when I push a finger inside her. Her breathing is already starting to be a mess and her hips rock against my hand.
My greedy girl.
“It made me want to get rid of these jeans, bend you over a table and fuck you hard just to show that chick how much I belong to you,” I say while grazing the inner walls of her pussy with my finger.
Her back arches on one more tortured moan, her eyelids flutter, and her nipples seems to be waiting for me to eat them out. So damn stiff. She cries out when my lips close around one of them and suck it into my mouth, but I only taste her demanding flesh briefly. My lips quickly travel up her skin, following the swell of her breast, the crook of her neck and the soft line of her jaw until they’ve reached her ear. Then my finger engages in a slow motion inside her pussy, driving in and out of her as her whimpering sounds get fiercer.
“Seeing you all wound up and jealous made me as hard then as feeling you so wet from me does now,” I add and flip my tongue over her ear lobe. She shudders her pleasure, and her legs spread in an instinctive gesture. Squeezing one of her breasts, I ask her, “Want more, baby?”
“I need more.”
Fuck. Fuck, I dreamed of seeing her let go like this again. Offering herself to me without an ounce of hesitation. Fucking dreamed it.
“Tell me what you need. More fingers? Or do you want me to fuck you harder with this one? Either way, I’m going to make you scream my name while your pussy clenches wildly,” I promise hoarsely, my mouth still pressed against her ear as I enjoy the goosebumps skimming across the skin of her entire body. She’s always loved it when I talk dirty to her. “So, what’s gonna be?”
“Both. God, please both, Jayce.”
Her eyes look darker as they burn into mine, her smooth hands already clinging to my biceps. She braces herself for what she knows is about to come. Enjoying building her anticipation, I take my time letting my second finger find its heaven in her warm pussy, and I don’t look away from her face as her mouth exhales one more moan of satisfaction.
“You’re fucking drenched,” I praise. More lust flashes across her face, and her hips move with a clear desperation. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll be dripping wet,” I vow as my fingers begin to fuck her, settling straightaway into the pace I know will bring her over the edge in no time.
The sounds I rip out of her every time I thrust my fingers back in push more of my own need down to my cock that’s already trying to find its way out of my clothes. I want her. Crave her like I always have. Even when I was keeping her at arm’s length, I craved her. My need never waned. Somehow, it’s grown even stronger.
The moment her orgasm hits her is betrayed by her eyes rolling in the back of her head and her legs failing to support her shaking body. I wrap one of my arms around her waist to hold her up and listen to her screaming her orgasm, my name on her lips before she buries her face into my neck.
Gorgeous.
Just like I promised her, my fingers are coated with her juices, and I don’t withdraw them until she’s fully back on earth from her climax. And once her sated gaze meets my eyes, I pull them out of her and bring them to my mouth. Biting on her bottom lip with hunger already growing in her eyes again, she watches me slide them between my lips as I taste her slowly.
“Still so good,” I say.
She smirks that sexy smile of hers, and her hands get busy pulling my shirt off before fumbling with my jeans and boxers. Hurriedly, she pushes them down, just enough for my cock to spring free. Her tongue peeks out to lick at her lips as her hand takes me in a firm grip. A groan thunders in my chest, but I manage to keep it in. Just like she used to, she puts the perfect amount of pressure on me. She’s close to killing me, I swear. My body tenses, and a hiss leaves my mouth loudly when her thumb brushes across the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse, and it’s my turn to brace myself. I lean over as my palms slam on the wall behind her. “Easy, beautiful, or I’m gonna blow before I even get the chance to fuck you.”
“Does that mean that I won’t get the pleasure of putting my mouth on you tonight?” she asks, loosening her hold on me only slightly.
I groan at the crude question. “There’s always later, baby. Right now, I want you naked and stretched open on my bed.”
She undresses and climbs onto the bed as I discard my own clothes.
The sight of her… Damn, it’s incredible. She’s incredible. A hand moving slowly between her legs, she strokes her pussy almost absently while her starving eyes are set on my
rigid length.
“You want it?” I ask her, walking toward the bed.
The more I watch her, the more I have to restrain the need to take my cock into my hand. There’s no telling how long I’d last if I get it any more worked up.
“Yes,” she breathes out, her own need soaking the single word.
Once I’m kneeling between her legs, I go on, “How bad do you want my cock?”
My fingertips meet her skin mid-thigh, and they make their way up to her hips in a light graze tearing a shudder off her.
She admits on a needy exhale, “Badly. I want it badly.”
In one hard and deep thrust, I push myself into her soaked pussy. Then I drawl in a strained voice, “That what you want?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Please, yes.”
I grab both her ankles and say, “Legs on my shoulders. I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy with your gorgeous ass up in the air.”
Anticipation has her chest moving up and down with rapid breaths as I’m settling her in place. My fists clench firmly around her calves, and I can see in her eyes that she knows she won’t have any other choice but to take what I give her. And I show her just how right she is when in a sudden motion, I pull out of her and slam back in even harder than before.
“Feel how deep I am, baby?”
“God, please, please…”
“Please what?” I growl, my eyes flicking from her face to her beautiful breasts a few times.
She’s so fucking sexy.
“Please, fuck me now.” It’s a demand that makes my cock twitch inside of her. But I don’t move right away. I take some more time to take in the beautiful sight of her. “Damn it Jayce, move! Slam that cock into me again,” she almost growls.
Yeah, my girl has never been shy in bed. She’s always loved driving me mad with her own dirty talk at times. And I sure never minded her dirty tongue. Always loved it.
Animalistic vibes take over my actions then. Earning strings of hot whimpers, I pound into her savagely. Repeatedly. Relentlessly. Hearing her cry out at every raw thrust that I assault her with fuels my pace and strength all the more. Her breasts bounce wildly, and her fists are clutched around the sheets beside her. I unleash on her, and she loves every minute of it.
I knew from the moment I entered her strangling pussy that I wouldn’t last very long, so I’m glad when her features twist into a growing pleasure and she cries out in a rambling, “Right there, please, right there! Don’t stop, yes, right there! Keep… God…”
“Fuck,” I groan.
Her body thrashes in front of my eyes, forcing me to tighten my hold on her legs as I push into her with a few final thrusts. Then I still deep inside of her, roaring my own pleasure and marking her again.
This is fucking home. Nestled deep inside of her is the only place I’m one hundred percent home.
When my orgasm fades and allows me to acknowledge my surroundings again, Alex is still lying right in front of me, but her legs have fallen off my shoulders at some point. Bending over, I put my mouth on her and kiss her as savagely as I just made her mine again. I only deny myself of the sweet taste of her tongue when we both need to get some air.
“Come here,” I tell her even though I’m already pulling her mush body to me after dropping beside her.
Her voice is so quiet it barely makes it to my ears when she whispers, “I missed you.”
Hearing those words from her mouth hurts badly. Like a knife plunging straight into my chest. It hurts because I’m the reason she even has to say them. I’m the one who caused her pain.
I place a long kiss on her hair before speaking. “I know I shouldn’t even have the nerve to say it, but I missed you, too. I wish so badly I could change the past, but I can’t. All I can do now is promise you that I will spend my days making up for it.”
“That was quite a good start,” she retorts, and I can feel her grin spreading against my chest.
A wave of relief fills my chest as my own grin settles on my face. Maybe it’s not too late after all. Maybe I have a shot at getting my girl to trust and love me the way she did before I screwed it all up.
Chapter 17
Alexia
My first thought when I open my eyes is that I hadn’t planned this. My heart and my body both had been trying to push me into Jayce’s arms for weeks, but my head wouldn’t listen. Now… Now, I don’t know if can trust Jayce not to hurt me again, but I know that he was right last night. If I want my trust in him back, I have to stop pushing him away at all cost. I’ve been hard on him since I’ve been back. I know I have, but there was no doubt to me that it was the only way to make him understand that we were over.
Except that we weren’t over. We’re not over. And I don’t think we’ll ever be. And what’s ridiculous is that it’s jealousy that enlightened me about that. Watching that girl pawing all over him sent chills running up and down my entire body, even though I knew he didn’t want anything to do with her. But my head suddenly realized that someday, he might want someone else. Sooner or later, he might stop wanting me and start wanting another girl. And that, I couldn’t deal with. It became clear to me that I didn’t want him to move on, and I didn’t want to move on either. And then he looked at me with that desire brewing in his eyes, and I knew right then that I wouldn’t find the strength to turn away. So, I decided to try and overcome my fear. I obviously won’t fall back into our relationship like nothing happened, and I think he knows that, too. But last night proved that the love between us is just as strong as it was years ago. Last night wasn’t just about sex. It’s never been just about sex between us, and last night wasn’t any different.
Now he’s sleeping, and I smile as I remember how he never made it to cleaning me up last night after he told me he’d do it in just a minute. I wasn’t the only one exhausted by the first week at my new job. Between his own long shifts spent being on the lookout for any movement from the Spiders and his even longer hours spent worrying about me anytime he didn’t have eyes on me, he must have been just as drained as I was. He’s still sound asleep beside me, and a smile creeps up on my lips when I catch both the clock reading 6am and his morning erection peeking through the sheet barely covering him. The thin fabric stops just above his cock, leaving me the spectacular view of his chiseled abs and tattooed chest. Both are pieces of art. I could spend hours just staring at it, and even more hours roaming my palms across it. I embedded to memory every line of his tattoos and every crevice his muscles are made of a long time ago, and I’ve very recently remembered that touching him never gets old.
Jayce has never been a morning person, but he’s going to have to suck it up today. I’m wide awake because I always wake up around this time, even when I’m not working, but most importantly, I’m horny. And he’s the only one who can remedy to that. He’s also the one responsible for the endless dry spell I had to put up with; therefore, he’s responsible for the aroused state I’m currently constantly in. In all honesty, the dread of seeing him walk away from me again is still there, clinging to a small corner of my mind. Right now, in a few days, or in a few weeks. At some point I won’t see coming, he could abandon me again. But strangely, right at this moment, the fear of losing him doesn’t matter. What matters is that I can’t go any longer without his arms engulfing my body in a protective, possessive embrace, without his smile warming my face as he looks at me, without his voice whispering how beautiful I am. How sexy I am. This is all that matters, so I cast all of my doubts about him in an even smaller corner of my mind and take from him what I missed so much. What I need so much.
My hand snakes delicately under the sheet to find his hard-on. The skin of his proud length is smooth, making it easy to stroke. It doesn’t take long for my smile to grow at hearing Jayce’s deep rasp, proving that he’s been torn out of sleep by my gentle touch.
“Does your pussy want some more, baby?” he asks me, though his eyes remain closed.
Pushing the sheet aside to see him as well as I feel hi
m, I say, “Your cock has an eternity to make up for. When I’m done catching up, you’ll want to throw me out of your room, so I can’t get near it again.”
He snorts and objects with his sleepy voice. “Not happening. My cock is always in the game when you’re around. It’ll fall off before it even contemplates staying away from your pussy.” Right when his last word hits the air, his body goes taut. “Fuck,” he hisses on a gasp, surprised because he didn’t see my mouth reaching down to his hard erection. I can’t see him since I’m now kneeling by his side, but it’s easy to feel his gaze burning into what glimpse he can have of my face. He’s wide awake now, and his hand plunges into my messy hair, his fingers threading through it to help him brace himself.
“Yeah, suck that dick. So damn good. I love your lips and tongue. Jesus, suck me good, babe. Fucking amazing.”
His lust-filled praise turns me on as much as knowing how hard it is for him to keep himself from thrusting up into my mouth. My hand grips him and moves up and down the length I’m not able to take into my mouth―my deepthroating skills are completely nonexistent―and my lips work on driving him out of his mind. But when his breathing gets labored, just as it always does when he’s on his way to coming, I flick my tongue over the swollen tip of his cock and tear my mouth off it.
An anguished groan rattles in his chest and throat. “Fuck, baby. There better be a good reason you took your sinful mouth off me.”
My tongue darts out to lick at my lips, and his gaze darkens with desperate hunger as it slides down to my breasts when I grab one into the crook of my hand to squeeze it.
As I move to straddle him, I answer his comment, “What about, I want to feel that cock stretching my pussy over and over again until I come all over it?”
