Chapter 13 #2
I straddle him, knees digging into the bench on either side of his hips.
The hard ridge of his cock presses against me through our clothes, thick and insistent, and I rock against it instinctively, chasing the friction.
He breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth down my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there.
"Fuck, baby," he growls against my throat. "You feel that? That's what you do to me. I’m hard as a rock just from kissing you."
His hands roam under my shirt, palms rough on my bare skin, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I arch into his touch, nipples tightening against my bra. "Jace...here?"
"No one's coming this way." He nips my earlobe, breath hot. "But if you keep grinding on my cock like that, I'm gonna fuck you right here on this bench."
The words send a thrill through me, dirty and thrilling. I've never done more than what we did last night, but with him, I want it all. Want to give him everything.
“Yes,” I say, my hips circling again, deliberate now. He curses low, one hand sliding down to grip my ass, guiding me harder against him.
"Rowan," he rasps, voice strained. "You sure? This is your first time. I want it to be perfect for you."
I cup his face, forcing him to meet my eyes. His pupils are wide, his jaw clenched with restraint. “I’m sure. I want it here with you. Now."
That breaks him. He stands, lifting me with him like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist.
My heart slams against my ribs. His strong hands grip my hips like he can't get me close enough, and I rock against him without thinking, feeling the hard ridge of his erection pressing up through his jeans.
He breaks the kiss with a growl, his breath ragged against my lips.
"Fuck, Rowan. You have no idea what you do to me.
" His hands slide up my back, under my shirt, rough palms skimming my bare skin and making me shiver.
I arch into his touch, my breasts brushing his chest, nipples tightening to aching points against the thin fabric of my bra.
The pond behind us, the rustle of leaves—it's all background noise now, drowned out by the roar of blood in my ears and the heat building between us.
"Jace," I whisper, my voice breathy and needy, my hips grinding with as much leverage as I can get in this position. The friction sends a spark through me, echoing the way he touched me last night, his tongue and fingers unraveling me until I shatter. But this feels different—bigger, more urgent.
The bench creaks as he lays me back down, hovering over me.
"You want me to fuck you right here, baby? Right out here in the open, where anyone can walk by and see?” The words hit me like a punch, dirty and raw, making my pussy clench with a rush of wetness.
I've never even heard anyone talk like that. Definitely not to me. But Jace? He sees the worn-down girl scraping by, and he wants me anyway. He wants me.
I nod. My cheeks burn, but I muster up my courage and say, “Yes. I want you to fuck me right out here in the open.”
My hands fumble with the hem of his shirt, darting my hands under it to feel the hard ridges of his abs, the coarse hair trailing down to his waistband. His skin is hot, marked with faded scars that tell stories I ache to hear, but right now, I just need to touch him, to feel him under my fingers.
He captures my wrists gently but firmly, pinning them over my head with one hand while the other tugs my shirt over my head. The cool air hits my skin, causing goosebumps to rise. His gaze rakes over me like a firebrand.
"So fucking beautiful," he mutters, his free hand palming my breast through the lace of my bra, his thumb circling my nipple until I gasp.
He leans in, mouth latching onto the other side, sucking hard through the fabric.
Pleasure shoots straight to my clit, and I squirm, squeezing my thighs together.
"God, Jace…so good.” I arch my back, offering more, my body begging without words. He's everywhere—his scent of leather and soap, the scrape of his teeth, the possessive way he holds me and touches like I'll vanish if he lets go.
He releases my wrists, unhooking my bra with a flick of his fingers, pulling it off, and tossing it aside.
His mouth descends again, hot and wet on my bare skin, tongue swirling around one nipple while his hand kneads the other.
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him there, moans spilling from my lips as he bites down just enough to sting, then soothes with a lick.
"These tits," he rasps against my skin, voice muffled. “I’m gonna worship them every goddamn day. Suck 'em till you're dripping for me."
My pussy throbs at his words, slickness soaking my panties. I wriggle my legs and hips, chasing pressure, but it's not enough. "Jace... I need..." I trail off, embarrassed by how desperate I sound, but he lifts his head, eyes locking on mine with a stare so intense I think my heart skips a beat.
"Tell me what you need, baby. Your first time—I’m gonna make it good.
So fucking good you'll never forget who owns this pussy.
" He cups me between my legs over my jeans, pressing just right against my clit, and I cry out, hips bucking.
The possessiveness in his voice should scare me, but it doesn't. It grounds me, makes me feel safe in this whirlwind of want.
"You," I breathe, my finger fumbling with his belt. "I need you. Inside me." My hands shake as I reach for the button on his jeans. He steps back and unbuttons it himself, tugs the zipper down, and his cock springs free, huge and hard with veins pulsing under the silky skin.
I've never seen one up close, not like this, and my breath catches at the size of him—long and thick, the tip glistening with moisture. It scares me a little. How will he fit? But the needy ache inside me overrides all fear and uncertainty.
Jace groans, his hand covering mine, guiding me to wrap my fingers around him.
He's velvet over steel, hot and heavy in my palm, and he shows me how to stroke—slow at first, then firmer.
"Like that, sweetheart. Fuck, your hand feels perfect.
" His hips thrust up into my grip, and I watch his face, the way his jaw clenches, eyes fluttering half-shut.
It's powerful, knowing I can make this big, strong man unravel.
But he's not done taking control. He kneels between my legs, hands working my jeans open.
"Lift your ass," he orders, voice rough, and I do, shimmying as he peels them down along with my panties.
Cool air hits my bare pussy, and I flush, trying to close my thighs, but he spreads them wide with his shoulders, settling in close.
"Look at you," he murmurs, eyes devouring me.
His breath fans over my folds, making me twitch.
"All pink and wet, pretty little clit swollen for me.
This is mine, Rowan. No one else gets this.
" He drags a finger through my slickness, circling my entrance before pressing inside—just one, but it stretches me, filling the emptiness.
I moan, hips lifting, and he pumps slowly, thumb finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles.
"Jace... oh God." The pleasure builds fast, coiling tight in my core, but he stops, withdrawing his finger and bringing it to his mouth. He sucks it clean, eyes never leaving mine. The sight makes me clench around nothing.
“You taste so sweet, baby. But I need more.
" He dives in, tongue flat against my pussy, lapping from entrance to clit in one long stroke.
I cry out, hands fisting the bench slats as he eats me like he's starved—sucking my clit, his tongue thrusting inside, humming against me so the vibrations shoot up my spine.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, his fingers digging in just enough to bruise in the best way.
It's overwhelming, the wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of his scruff on my inner thighs.
I rock against his face, chasing the peak, but he pulls back, lips shiny with my juices.
"Not yet. I want you coming on my cock." He stands, pulling his jeans lower, his body towering over me—broad chest dusted with hair, abs flexing, and that impressive penis bobbing heavy between us.
My heart races, a mix of nerves and excitement twisting in my gut. "Jace... I'm scared it'll hurt." The honest admission slips out, and he pauses. His expression softens as he brackets my body with his massive frame.
He cups my face, kissing me gently. He tastes of me.
"I'll go slow, sweetheart. Make it good.
You're so wet, it'll help. And if you need to stop, you tell me—and we stop.
" His hand trails down, fingers dipping back into my pussy, two now, scissoring gently to stretch me. "Feel that? Relax for me. Let me in."
I nod, breathing deep, focusing on the slide of his fingers, the way he curls them to hit that spot inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My nerves fade, replaced by that building heat, and I rock into his hand. "Okay... I'm ready."
His eyes search mine, fierce with a deep lust—or maybe something more, I can’t tell.
He positions himself, the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance.
"Breathe, baby. Eyes on me." He pushes in slow, inch by inch, and it burns—a stretch that borders on pain—but he's right, my wetness helps ease the way.
I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, and he freezes, forehead pressed to mine.
"Talk to me," he grits out, muscles trembling with restraint.
"It's...tight. But not painful. Don't stop." I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, and he slides further, filling me completely until he's seated to the hilt. We both groan, the fullness intense, like he's splitting me open and putting me back together all at once.
"Fuck, you're gripping me so tight," he rasps, holding still to let me adjust. "Like a goddamn vice. A perfect little pussy." His hand slips between us, thumb flicking my clit, and the ache dulls until all I feel is pleasure and his hot hardness inside me.
"Move," I whisper, hips shifting experimentally. "Please, Jace."
He does, pulling back slowly then thrusting in, shallow at first, building a rhythm.
Each slide sends a ripple of pleasure through me, the burn fading into bliss.
He hooks my legs over his elbows, changing the angle, and suddenly he hits deeper, brushing that spot over and over.
"That's it, baby. Take my cock. You feel so good—gonna fuck you just like this, make you come all over me. "
His dirty words fuel the fire, and I meet his thrusts, our bodies slapping together, sweat slicking our skin.
The bench rocks under us, the world narrowing to a pinpoint—just him above and me below, our eyes locked, our breaths mingling.
He's possessive even now, growling low as he drives harder, one hand bracing beside my head, the other pinching my nipple.
"You're mine, Rowan. This cunt, this body—all fucking mine." He slams in deep, grinding against my clit, and I shatter, orgasm crashing over me like a wave, walls clenching around him as I cry out his name. Stars explode, pleasure dragging me under, toes curling.
He follows with a roar, burying deep as he comes, hot pulses filling me.
We cling together, panting, his weight pressing me into the bench as aftershocks ripple through us.
He doesn't pull out, just peppers kisses on my neck, my jaw, my temple, murmuring praises. "So good. So perfect. My good girl."
The words are soft and unexpected, and tears prick my eyes—not from pain, but from the fullness of it all. Him. Me. Us. This crazy, intense thing I’ve fallen into. I hold him tighter as the world slowly comes back into focus.
As the haze clears, Jace finally eases out, a trickle of our combined release following, but he grabs my panties from the grass, cleaning me gently with a tenderness that contrasts his rough edges.
"Stay still," he murmurs, tucking my soiled panties in his pocket before helping me back into my clothes.
His fingers seem to linger on my skin like he can't bear to stop touching me. I watch him as he dresses himself, muscles flexing under inked skin.
We sit there after, me curled in his lap again, his arms a steel band around me. The koi fish swirl lazily, oblivious, and I trace a tattoo on his forearm.
He presses a kiss to my temple, and his hand covers mine, lacing our fingers. "You okay? Wasn't too rough?"
I shake my head, smiling against his chest. "It was perfect. You made it perfect." The ache between my legs is a sweet reminder.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through me. "Good. 'Cause I plan on doing that a lot more. In every way you can imagine." His eyes gleam with promise, and that heat stirs in my core again.
He stands, lifting me with him and setting me on my feet. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get you some food before I drag you back to bed."