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“I slept with a much older lady the last time,” he whispers against my lips. “I learned a few tricks.”
Well, thank God for that lady! I am having no problems reaping the benefits.
“Now, answer me.”
He bites again, not hard, but enough to send me arching against his mouth. “Fine! Four people.”
“Mmm,” he says, curving his tongue along my clit ever so slowly. Gasping for air, I want to know why that matters, but really, nothing matters. Lying back on his legs, I dangle as he tortures me in the most perfect way. I squeeze my breasts, as some kind of leverage, I guess, and his name falls from my lips more than once. It fuels him, I notice, makes him go faster, and I don’t know how much more I can handle.
When his finger starts to move in and out of me, I’m a goner. It’s as if I’m in an ejector seat, flying through the sky. My release rocks me to my soul. As I tremble, he holds me, still ruthlessly licking me to the point I’m sitting up and curving my body over his head, hoping to make him stop. I bite into his back, and he cries out against my pussy. But then he is chuckling, his hands gripping me tightly. I don’t know why, but I laugh too, leaning back and meeting his heated gaze.
“I can’t get enough,” he whispers as his finger trails up my belly to my breast, swirling around my tit. “You taste like Momma’s apple pie.”
“I love apple pie,” I admit and he grins.
“Me too.” He winks before reaching up and opening the drawer again. There must be a spotlight or something because the whole room is illuminated and I’m able to watch him as he sheaths himself. He goes to roll us over, but I don’t want that. I want to please him, the way he has me. Directing him inside of me, I slide down his thighs until he is fully inside me.
I swear it’s like his cock is in my throat, he fills me so completely.
Groaning against my neck, he squeezes my hips with his fingers and we don’t move. Both of us are adjusting to the tight fit and the overwhelming burst of pleasure from it. He is perfect. I swear it. And when he slowly moves me up the length of him like I weigh nothing, and then brings me back down, my plan of pleasing him is gone, and I’m his toy.
He can do whatever he
wants.
And he does.
Soon, his rhythm picks up, each thrust deeper and more fulfilling. I feel on top of the world. My face is flushed and hot, my body the same, but I don’t care. I just want more. I feel it building, I feel everything tightening up, and I’m going to let go. His body is smoldering against mine, everything is so taut, my chest is hurting from my heart wanting to come out. And shit, I can’t take any more…but then he stops. Opening my eyes, I meet his heated gaze.
“Shit, you okay?” he asks, his eyes full of worry. “I’m not hurting you?”
I shake my head, confused. “What?”
“You look pained,” he says and I smile.
“No, it’s fucking good,” I breathe, and he grins before leaning over to take my bottom lip in between his teeth. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I grip his shoulders as he starts to slam back into me once more. The springs of the trampoline have to be helping because his thrusts become harder and deeper each time, building. It’s not long before I’m pressing my nose to his, crying out as my orgasm rocks my body once more.
“Jace,” I sob just as his fingers grip into my skin, his own breath coming out hard and harsh.
“Yeah, baby, I’m here,” he groans, rocking into me, his cock throbbing inside my body.
To my surprise, his release causes mine to last longer, and my body shakes hard against his. It’s so good as we still, a tangled mess of legs and arms. There is no way I’m moving. Seconds turn into minutes as we catch our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes. Still, I refuse to move. Thankfully, he moves first, lying back and taking me with him. I fall to the spot beside him, right where I started, as he pulls the condom off and throws it in the trash, never leaving my side. That could come off as very player-ish, but the trash can is literally right beside us. I may not know him, but I do.
In a sense.
A sense I can’t explain.
But also, a sense that could lead to something I don’t want.
No reason to even think of that right now.
Not when I’m cuddling.
With Jace Sinclair.
I’m not a hundred percent sure what just happened.
An hour ago, I thought I was about to have mindless, fun sex with some hot-ass chick.
