Chapter 22 Jae
JAE
Summer was trying to kill me.
Lying naked beneath me, lightly exploring my cock with both hands, while I tried not to collapse on top of her. I was supposed to get the upper hand back but then she asked if she could “play with him first” and I couldn’t deny her anything.
My hips kicked forward as she ran the sensitive crown of my tip over her slick-soaked clit.
“Don’t move, please,” she said with a coy flutter of her lashes.
“Fucking hell, Summer.”
Summer’s eyes drifted shut as she settled into my pillows.
She was using my piercing to massage her clit, the ball bearing circling round and round.
A satisfied little moan slipped out as she found her rhythm.
Being forced to remain still while she used me was making me so hard it hurt.
I was so sure this had to be medically unsafe somehow.
Breathe, Jae. In through your nose. Back out. You’re not allowed to pass out right now.
“Mm, I really love your piercing.” Her spread knees rose higher, her breath hitching as she applied more pressure. “Thanks for getting it.”
“You’re welcome.”
Best bet ever. Best decision I’d ever made in my life.
We were a hedonistic mess of slick and precum. One uneven stroke, and the head of my cock accidentally breached her entrance.
“Oh,” she breathed. I could feel her cunt squeezing, trying to pull me deeper. No amount of teasing and games could hide what she really wanted.
“Do you feel what you’ve done to me? I’m so fucking hard I can’t think straight.” I slid a little deeper through her fist and she whimpered. “Are you going to let me come in your pretty pussy?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, teeth snagging on her rosy bottom lip.
I found her pulse fluttering wildly in her neck. Summer squirmed and panted beneath me as I scraped my canines along it. “Then tell me…” I leaned in close. “Do you want to be fucked or ruined?”
Her scent exploded, so potent I could taste sweetness on the back of my tongue.
“Ruin me, Jae.”
Summer gasped as I roughly flipped her onto her stomach. On her knees, that rounded ass raised for me. Her dripping pussy on display and wreaking havoc in my alpha hindbrain. It wanted to take over. Fuck and bite and claim . It took everything not to bury myself knot-deep.
Instead, I took her hands and placed them on the headboard.
First the left, then the right, making sure to curl her fingers over the edge.
I admired the pretty picture she made. Thrumming with anticipation.
Eager and waiting for me. Fuck, she was perfect like this.
I left chaste kisses on her trembling shoulder before drifting over to the shell of her ear.
“Hold on.”
“Oh god.”
I slammed myself home. Hot, wet, tight .
My fingers dug into her hips. Jesus Christ, do not fucking come in less than two seconds .
I forced myself to slow down as I dragged myself out of her.
Summer let out a broken whine as my piercing pressed along her inner walls.
My shaft was already glistening with her arousal, all from a single thrust.
I set a hard pace, just like she’d asked for. Rocking deep inside her each time, knowing she could take me. Her head started to sag forward. I couldn’t let her hit the headboard, so I wound her silky hair in my fist and pulled her back.
“Holy fuck,” she choked out. “ Yes .” Her eyes were glassy and blissed out as I pounded into her. Was it going to feel like this every time we fucked? If it was, I was done for. Absolutely fucking done for.
The wet smack of our bodies grew louder, and her slick dripped down my knot. Every time my hips met her thighs, I pressed a little deeper.
“Keep going. Right fucking there. You’re going to make me come,” she slurred, right before she clamped down hard around me. Thin air, vision blurring, all the blood in my body hurtling south. Hold it together . I kept driving into her as she rode out her orgasm all over my cock.
Summer slipped off the headboard and I caught her, pressing her limp, well-fucked body into the mattress. Instead of letting her rest, I hiked up her knee, exposing where we were still joined. I reached down and found her clit with two fingers. She shuddered, clearly still sensitive.
“Jae, I can’t—”
“You can.” I must’ve had a death wish. Ready to die for the cause of giving Summer one more orgasm.
I grasped her jaw, tilting her head until I could kiss her hungrily.
She was pliable and relaxed, letting me take control.
“Mm, I like you like this,” I murmured against her lips.
“Come for me again and then you can have my knot.”
She gave herself over to me. I hovered right on the edge.
Her scent. Her needy little sounds. The feel of her all around me.
Passionfruit, wildflowers, and sunshine.
I lived for that bite, that hint of sour more than the sweetness.
Summer wasn’t Summer without the teasing sparkle in her eye before she turned my world upside down.
At the first sharp gasp as she began to fall apart, I couldn’t hold on any longer.
My knot sank into her, and Summer’s arm wound around my neck, holding me against her as our bodies locked together.
I trembled. Cracked. The immense pressure at the base of my cock spilled over and over inside her as she held me.
My roaring heartbeat against the heated skin of her back.
I rolled us onto our sides carefully and waited for the kaleidoscope of lights behind eyelids to recede.
“Best idea ever.”
I laughed because it was so her .
“Our arrangement? Or my piercing?” I asked good-humoredly.
“Both.”
We were close to napping. Me inside her.
Light touches all over. Summer brought my wrist up to her nose and nuzzled it.
Was she scenting me? We were all over each other at this point.
With a satisfied hum, she tucked my hand under her chin possessively and kissed the back of it.
A bone-deep kind of bliss settled in. I wasn’t moving anytime soon.
“What are you humming? It’s lovely.”
I didn’t even realize I’d been doing it.
“I think it’s a new one,” I admitted.
“Ooh.” Summer’s curiosity was gentle. Almost no one saw this raw, unpolished part of my process.
That lightning strike of inspiration I had to follow back down to Earth.
I waited for the spider-leg prickle of self-consciousness down my neck but it never came.
Instead, I hummed the last few notes again, trying to discover where it would go next.
Dust blew off an old memory. Summer and me, in the Starlight Grove Middle School library.
“Wait.” Summer stretched toward the bedside table for her phone and opened the voice memo app. “So you don’t forget,” she said shyly. “And also because you can’t go anywhere right now,” she added frankly.
I laughed and took it from her. Summer settled back quietly in the curve of my body, idly tracing the inked designs on my arms. It was hard to imagine cutting a demo for this and not being reminded of this moment every time I heard it.
Eventually, I set down the phone. There was enough to work with once I got on my laptop.
“Surely this gets me a songwriting credit,” Summer tossed out casually.
“Excuse me?”
“Make sure you sell it to someone big. I want a Grammy.”
She seemed very dead set on this dream she had developed in the last thirty seconds. “All right,” I gave in. “You want to come onstage when we win?”
Summer considered this very seriously. “No, I’ll be fine with a kiss before you go up. But you should definitely thank me first in your speech.”
“Thank you, Summer, for squeezing all the inspiration from my knot.”
“Not like that!” Her palm connected with my cheek in a light whack. “What are you thinking? My family will be watching.”
I offered some kisses on her shoulder as an apology. “Thank you, Summer, for screwing my brains out so all that was left was this song.”
“Stop.”
“Thank you, Summer, for providing such a safe, warm environment for me to write.”
“Kiss me if it’ll shut you up.”
She giggled and softened into a sigh as I found her lips.