Chapter 44 #2
The instant he was free, he turned them, withdrawing briefly so he could flip her onto her stomach.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he dragged her until her ass was in the air.
He bent to kiss each cheek, then his gaze drifted to the top of the dresser, and he eyed what he’d been thinking about most of the day.
The dresser was close enough to the bed that he only had to lean sideways to grab the vibrator and lube. He dropped the tube on the bed but held the toy up in front of her. “Are you ready for your Valentine’s present?”
“You already gave me one.” Her words were breathy, panting. She blinked when she saw what he had in his hand.
“Did you think I wouldn’t see this? That I could have you here and not use it?”
She dropped her cheek onto the bed and moaned. “I was hoping you’d see it.”
“Tell me you trust me.” She had to, for what he was about to do with her. “Tell me you know that I’d never hurt you. That I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt and come harder than you’ve ever come.”
When she only moaned, he grasped the back of her hair, tugging lightly. “Vanessa, I won’t continue if you don’t talk to me.”
This time, her groan sounded annoyed, making him smile.
“I trust you. I always have. I want this.” She thrust her behind against his dick, and he bit back his own moan.
Squeezing out a generous amount of lube, he worked it around the toy. When he was satisfied that it was saturated enough, he flicked it on, and the soft buzz filled the room.
Positioning himself behind her, he dragged the toy through her wetness, cursing when she cried out and bucked against him. But he took his time, soaking the silicone even more in her juices before sliding it up to her rear.
He went slowly, making sure that slickness was spread all over the vibrator and her tight entrance. He teased and played with her as he prepared her, until she was a squirming, whimpering mess for him.
Leaning down one more time, he said, “Trust me?”
She nodded against the mattress. “Yes, always. With everything. Please, Jordan.”
“Tell me to stop, and I will. Remember, you’re in control.” He pressed the vibrator in the tiniest bit. “Breathe for me, Vanessa. Push back against it. It’ll help you take it.”
He eased the toy in and out, checking in with her every time he inched it in farther, making sure that it was always slick and smooth. Beneath him, Vanessa made soft noises, but she never resisted, doing exactly as he coached her.
Finally, he arched above her, pushing the vibrator in further, as he slid the palm of his free hand up her belly, between her breasts. By the time he caressed the nape of her neck, he’d inserted it all the way up to the base.
He squeezed her throat lightly. “That’s my good girl.
” He slowly dragged his hand back, stopping to brush against her hard nipples and her clit, until he was fully back upright, gripping her hips, staring down at the end of the toy, buzzing lightly in her ass.
“You took that so fucking well. Will you take more?”
Vanessa nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”
He sunk his cock into her, and the sound that filled the room was a mix of both their pleasure. Fuck, she felt so good. Warm, wet, full, and welcoming.
Looking down at her was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He wished she could have this view. His dick in her warmth, the bright-pink toy in her ass. Her body bowed, her head lolling between her shoulders as she tried valiantly to hold herself up on her forearms.
He stroked his palm down her spine, and she convulsed around him. “Good girl,” he murmured again, pride filling his chest. “So accommodating, so brave. Time for your reward.”
He tugged her back until her arms gave out, and she fell forward onto the mattress. Then he thrust hard, deep, and rhythmically, but he always stayed connected, stroking her hair, murmuring her praise, running his hands along her body.
Vanessa’s moans became louder, choppy, caught between sobbing and trying to catch her breath. When she begged for relief, he rubbed her clit.
His name tore from her, and he gripped her hip hard, ramming into her over and over, until the pressure at the base of his spine screamed. The pressure of the vibrator against his dick was heaven. His balls ached, heavy and tender as they slammed against her.
When she buried her face in the comforter, he hovered above her, curling his fingers around her chin, so he could drag her gaze to his. “Don’t hide from me now, princess. Not when I’m about to do something I haven’t done with anyone before and will never do with anyone else.”
Her eyes widened, filled with understanding. She scrambled to her hands, nodding frantically. “Please.”
With a rough grunt, he jerked her upright, her back against his chest, the end of the vibrator buzzing against his lower belly adding fuel to his fire. She reached behind him, clawing her nails into his ass and back.
“That’s it, Vanessa,” he murmured. “Mark me, like I’m about to mark you.”
Her answering whine was impatient. The noises that filled the bedroom were lewd, dirty, and all theirs.
“Jordan,” she whimpered. “I need, ah God, I need—”
“I know what you need.” He gripped her chin, twisting to kiss her open-mouthed.
Wild, greedy. “You need my cum, don’t you?
” The ache in his balls was begging to fill her, to plant something lasting inside her.
The need to claim her was unbearable. Painful.
“Say it,” he grunted. “Tell me you want it.”
“Yes,” she nearly shouted. “Yes, fill me with it. Make me yours. Please. I need it so badly.”
His curse was low, vicious. “You first.” Reaching down, he brushed her clit, and she came, screaming his name.
She quaked around him, her pussy contracting so powerfully that, with one last drive, he was spilling inside her with such ecstasy fireworks burst, all-consuming, blinding him, stealing his breath.
It went on and on, until the scent of their sex was everywhere, and the wetness between them doubled.
“All of it,” she sobbed. “Please, Jordan, I want all of it.”
Fuck, he couldn’t stop pushing inside her. His eyes burned, his muscles quaked, and still he rammed into her. And he knew she loved it. Everything about the way she was responding to him urged him on. Her mewls, her nails scoring his back, her thighs trembling against his.
“That’s it, baby. Take what will only ever belong to you.”
They clung to each other until finally the storm subsided.
He was mindful enough to turn off the vibrator, carefully pull it out of her, and toss it on the dresser, before he collapsed on her.
His weight must have been crushing, but the starbursts behind his eyes hadn’t faded yet, and he needed a moment to get his bearings.
When he trusted himself to move, he shifted slightly, but she moaned in protest, so he happily stayed slumped on top of her.
“I need to clean you up,” he murmured after another minute, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. This time, when he rolled to the side, she let him.
He gathered her up gently, ignoring her half-hearted protests. Her eyelids sagged, and her head lolled against his chest. She didn’t have the energy to fight him, and they both knew it.
“A quick rinse and right back to bed you go.”
“For round two?” She let out a sleepy yawn, and he smiled.
More like round two hundred at this point, but he was glad she didn’t seem ready to stop. Glad she wasn’t tired of him. Just tired because of him.
He set her down gently in the shower, making sure the outside door was firmly shut. As much as she loved his outdoor shower, he wasn’t exposing her to the elements right now. Turning the shower head away from her, he flipped on the water and waited until it warmed.
Her lower stomach and between her thighs glistened with his cum, and without thinking, he scooped some up and glided it back up her thigh, pushing it back inside her. Her shivered response pleased him more than he’d expected.
“I’ve made a mess of you,” he rumbled, as he spread more of his cum up her leg and inside her. “Again.”
During his time in prison, he’d written every reason he should never be a father, why he could never measure up to his own dad. That list, scribbled on scraps of paper, still sat in his crappy basement suite in Portland. It held all the reasons he’d told her and more.
And yet, as he collected more of his cum and brought it to Vanessa’s gloriously sticky center, he couldn’t stop the need that pulled at him. It was so much deeper than desire, something primal, possessive, as if his body knew that hers was meant to carry a part of him.
He hated the wrongness and rightness of it warring inside him.
The devil on his shoulder went silent when she whispered, “I love it.” Then moaned, “Jordan.”
His name landed softly in the shower as he turned the jets toward her, warm water running over her head and shoulders. She didn’t speak again until he met her gaze.
When he did, everything within him stilled. Her eyes shimmered with something raw and unspoken. Something that hovered too close to his own heart.
“Thank you.” She reached for him, her index finger tracing his jaw. “For trusting me. I know that wasn’t easy for you, and I hope you don’t feel like you had to, or—”
He silenced her with a soft kiss. “I didn’t. Giving you all of me felt right.” Like my body knew what my soul had been waiting for, he added silently. He kissed her again because he had to. Because in this moment, he needed to be as close to her as he could.
When she sagged against him, he remembered how tired she must be and gently pulled back. “Let me wash you,” he said, soaping the sponge. “Then, we sleep.” He ran it down her spine to her backside, steadying her when she let out a soft moan.
She leaned against him, her body relaxed. She didn’t resist when he dried her slowly, and she was already drifting off when he lifted her in his arms. By the time he tucked her under the covers, she was already asleep.
Drawn to her warmth, he slipped in beside her. With a quiet mind and a full heart, he watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest until his eyelids grew heavy.
Tomorrow was a problem for future him.