Chapter Twenty-Five
Jace
Once the door snaps shut, I cup her cheeks. “I want to make this work between us. I don’t want everything to end when we go home, but how that works out, I don’t know right now.”
“I know.” Her eyes are serious as she meets my gaze. “I don’t want this to be a vacation fling where we only get together during family holidays.”
One corner of his mouth arches upward. “Although, sneaking around is kind of fun.”
She smacks my upper arm. “I don’t want to be your filthy mistake or your dirty secret.”
“Well, you’re definitely a filthy, dirty temptress.” I spin her around and press her into the door. Her nostrils flare with renewed desire. “And for the next five days, you’re going to remain my secret lover.”
“Yeah?” She arches her eyebrows and runs her hands along my sides and then down my abs. “I kind of like the sound of that now that you mention it.”
“Do you?” I kiss along her jawline to the tiny space below her ear.
“Yes.” Her voice is husky as she leans into my touch. “I do.”
Her hand cups my erection as she leisurely strokes me from aching balls to the tip. In seconds, she has me seeing stars. “I kind of like that we’re the only two people here that know I’m going to take this hard cock deep in my mouth and get it all wet and pulsating and only stop when your thighs are quaking.”
She slowly unfastens the string to my swim trunks and exposes my cock. As she admires my engorged member, she hums and twirls her fingertip along the seam, gathering the pre-cum and swirling it on the tip. “I wonder how good you taste?”
“Zoe,” I growl, but she ignores me.
“Let’s find out.” She grins and flicks her tongue over her finger. “Perfect.”
“Zoe, you’d better get to the point, or I’m going to spin you around and jam my dick into you so hard you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week.”
She laughs as she drops to her knees. The sight of her gorgeous face looking up at me is nearly my undoing. I don’t want to wait. I already waited on the beach. Now I’m aching to claim her. To brand her to me. To ensure that when we leave this place, she never forgets me. I need that more than my next breath.
“That’s not a very original statement by a songwriter.”
“Too bad.” I grip the back of her head, tugging on her hair as my tenuous grip on my control snaps. “All my blood is in my dick which makes it impossible to wax poetically for you. Give me 30 minutes to recover, and I’ll write you a song.”
“Good.” Her eyes glow as she rises higher on her knees and takes me deep into her mouth with no foreplay. And fuck if that isn’t hot. Her mouth closes over me as she uses one hand to grip my ass and the other to cup my aching balls.
With one touch, they tighten close to my body, signaling that little provocation will be needed before I’m spilling my semen down her throat. I inhale and grit my teeth. I don’t want that. I want to be buried deep inside of her, giving her all the pleasure she can stand. Because I already know I’m not forgetting her when I board the plane. She’s forever written in my heart.
Her movements become frantic as she uses both her hands and mouth to drive me wild. Twisting and cupping. Touching all of me at once until the intensity has my chest heaving and my legs shaking.
“Stop!” I yank my dick from her mouth, causing spit to drip down her chin. I’m going to fucking lose it. Her pouty lips and lust-filled eyes make me want to drop to my knees and thank God for this woman. But I’m not sure, with her lips swollen from sucking me off, that this is the right time to get down on my knees in prayer.
“What?” She swipes her chin and leers up at me. “Can’t take the pressure?”
“No.” I lift her from the ground, yank the strings of her bikini, spin her around and part her ass cheeks. “Maybe I should take this hole for teasing me.”
“Umm…. I’m not so sure I’m ready for that.” The muscles of her back tighten as if she’s bracing for my entrance.
“No?” I swipe her seam, gathering her desire until my fingers are coated, and twirl around the hard rim of her forbidden hole. When she’s properly lubricated, I slide my thumb into her and bite down on her neck.
She gasps and shoves her ass toward me as if she’s in shock that it feels good. “How’s that, darlin’?”
“Good.”
“I like to hear that.” I lick her neck and suck on her earlobe as I continue loosening her up. Her hands claw at the door as she whimpers and drives her body toward me. “Who knew this sweet peach would be so greedy. You’re practically fucking me; you’re enjoying it so much.”
“Yes. Please, don’t stop.”
I remove my thumb to her whimper, but instead of stopping, I line up my dick to her center and press on her asshole, making her think I’m going to take her like this right now. But that’s for the future.
“I don’t–”
“That’s fine, baby. Not tonight.” I angle toward her heat and slide effortlessly into her.
Her whimpers and moans fill the room as I grip her hip with one hand and slap her ass cheek with the other. When I’m rewarded with her pussy squeezing my dick, I groan with pleasure. She’s already tight, but more so from this angle. And adding to that the gripping of walls. I shudder as the need to come rolls through me.
“How do you like being my dirty little secret now?”
“God, I love it. It’s so fucking good!”
“That’s it, darlin’. Scream out to everyone how much you love getting fucked by me.”
“Jesus.” She shudders and stares at the door with a red face. “We should–”
“Maybe we should, but we’re not.” I slip my thumb into her asshole as I plunge to the hilt, and her screams of pleasure almost shatter my eardrums while her body writhes in orgasm.
The second she stops shaking, I spin her around, lift her up until her legs are wrapped around me, and give her the ride of her life.
Her nails dig into my skull as her head bangs off the door. Shit. I wince, but the glare she gives me is a clear indication that if I stop or slow down, she’s going to smack me.
Our mouths crash together as our tongues slide and lunge, taking each other as eagerly as our bodies slap together. A bead of sweat drips down my forehead as my body is covered in a sheen of moisture. Even though exhaustion threatens to break me, I can’t stop. Hell, I couldn’t stop even if her dad or the police busted through the door and demanded we break apart.
She grips my face. “Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Right there. Do. Not. Fucking. Stop.”
I bark out a half laugh, half groan as I ensure the head of my dick keeps slicing over her G spot and filling every inch of her pussy. My balls are so tight, it feels like they’re going to disappear, and my dick feels like it’s going to be covered in a friction burn, but every inch of burning pain will be worth it. My dick pulsates and twitches. Don’t. Not yet. Don’t. Jesus.
The desire to tell her I love her causes my throat to close. But it’s too soon. I don’t want to scare her off.
Her fingers thread through my hair and tug as her entire body tenses and holds still. “Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She thrashes against me with so much force I almost lose my balance.
“Fuck.” Spasms of cum shoot out of my dick and dumping it deep into her sex. I should care that we’ve had unprotected sex twice now, but I don’t care. I want her pregnant and tied to me. Maybe then Fletcher won’t do anything to harm her. If she’s having his first grandchild.
As I carry her to the sofa, she lays her head on my chest. “I changed my mind. I’ll be your dirty secret any day.”
No honey. You’ll be my dirty, filthy wife when I’m done with you.