Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jace
“I need you to touch me,” Aurora kisses along my jaw and my cock jerks against the zipper of my jeans. “I won’t break,” she assures me, “I promise.”
It’s not like I haven’t thought about fucking her about a hundred times in the last several weeks. I spend most nights in the shower jacking off to the image of her beneath me. But she went through hell, and I didn’t want to be the kind of guy that puts my needs before hers.
“Do you honestly think that I don’t want to touch you?” I grip her hips and start backing her up to my room. Closing the door behind us, I flip the lock and her eyes grow wide. “Like I haven’t thought about burying myself inside of you over and over, again and again. Because I have for, so many times. Remembering the way you moaned my name as I moved inside of you. The feeling of you tightening around me right before you came.” Her back bumps the table behind her and I continued to walk toward her. My cock so hard it hurts. “The sweet smell of you, the taste.” Her throat bobs as she swallows hard and I grab my shirt ripping it up and overly head.
“What are you doing?” She pants, watching as I start to unbuckle my jeans.
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Jace,” she looks over my shoulder at the door.
“It’s locked,” I push my jeans down and my cock tents in my boxers. Her eyes widen. “You can’t come at me telling me that you need me and then expect me not to react.”
“I figured we’d at least go back to your place.”
“Oh we will,” I nod slowly starting to undo the front of her pants. She doesn’t stop me. “But right now I’m going to take the edge off.” I half expected her to try to back out of this but instead she grabs her own shirt and pulls it off. The black lacy bra she wears does nothing to hide her rosy-pink nipples as they stand erect.
Quickly I lean in, biting one and giving it a little tug.
Stroking myself through my boxers I watch as she slowly undresses herself, until she is wearing nothing but her bra and matching panties.
Dropping before her I look up as I pull aside the lace and drag my tongue through her wetness. Her hips jerk, chasing me as I pull back.
Slipping one finger inside of her, the wet heat is so tight.
Again I taste her, sucking and allowing her to ride my face. One thing is for certain, Aurora loves oral. It drives her wild.
I can feel her building, her clit getting swollen as I suck her softly. When she grips my hair, holding my head in place and her hips start moving faster I know she is close. Curling my finger inside of her, she moans, throwing her head back. Then she ignites, her tight heat grips my fingers and she rides out her release.
She is still panting, coming down from her high when I stand, pull down my boxers and grip myself, pushing inside of her.
Her warmth engulfs me, and my toes curls into the tiled floor beneath my feet. Fuck she feels so good, her wetness covering me as I slide in and out.
“Condom,” she whispers reminding me of one step I’ve missed. I don’t stop, I’m not even sure I can. I’ve never felt skin to skin, I’ve always protected myself no matter what. But this is Ror, the only woman I have ever loved. I want this connection, I need this.
But I’m not in this alone.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask with my hips still thrusting as I bury myself inside of her over and over. Hitting so deep my stomach tightens each time. “Ror,” I say her name knowing that if she needs me to I will. Even though I will hate it, I will for her. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” her legs tighten around me, holding me to her. She digs her fingernails into my back like she needs to make sure I can’t escape. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Cupping her face I kiss her deep and continue to fuck her. Hard and fast, knowing we both need this.
“You’re not leaving,” I tell her and it takes a few seconds for her to comprehend what I mean. Her eyes lock onto mine and I slow my movements, pulling out, pausing then slowly pushing back in. “I need you right where you are, not because I feel that I need to take care of you. I need you because for the first time I feel like I have a home. That home is you, you’re my home Ror.” I feel her tightening once again, her eyes locked on mine and I continue to hit the spot deep inside of her that I know will set her off.
“I love you,” I tell her and her eyes fall shut, as her back arches. “I fucking love you baby.”
She loses it, coming hard around me and I can’t hold out any longer. Filling her, holding myself deep the two of us fall into the darkness, sharing something I’ve never had before. She has my heart and I think she always has, even if I tried to fight it.
“Strippers,” Zac says and we all look at him. “What all of you got girls now so you can’t be caught dead in the same room as a stripper?”
“If I’m caught in a room with a stripper, I will be dead,” Oliver says without cracking a smile. “Seriously the last time Gigi came in and asked for me, Luna slept in the spare bedroom for three nights. She wouldn’t let me anywhere near her.”
“Well, I can see that,” I lean back kicking my feet out and propping them up on the table. “Luna caught you with Gigi more than once before the two of you got together. She has that image stuck in her mind because its real to her.”
“Okay, that’s the case with you and more than half the women in Bear Creek.”
“Aurora has never caught me in the throws with any woman while my pants were around my ankles.” Oliver winced remembering his earlier days.
“No strippers,” he says turning back to Zac. “I love the feeling of Luna’s body pressed to mine in the middle of the night. I hate fucking sleeping alone.”
“What kind of a bachelor party is this gonna be?” He mumbles. “Should we play checkers and watch reruns of Gillian’s Island? Maybe a margarita night, with pretty fucking umbrella’s sticking out of the cups.” He’s literally pouting like a toddler.
“We go to the bar, have some drinks and celebrate that two of our best friends are getting married.”
“Yay,” Zac fakes excitement and I know it’s more about the bar versus the marriage. Seeing Daxton in the role he is now in is amazing. He’s a kick ass dad and the way he loves Bree is inspiring.
“Speaking of having a girl,” Oliver interrupts my thoughts as he leans forward placing his elbows on his knees. “What’s going on with you and Presley?”
Zac immediately sits up a little taller at the mention of Presley. Suddenly looking nervous, doing everything he can to avoid Oliver’s questioning stare. “Have the two of you ever talked about what took place that night at your place?”
“I tried, and she wanted to pretend it didn’t happen. So that’s where it was left.”
“You okay with that?”
“I’m fine with that,” he states, but the thing is, I know Zac. I know him better than I think he knows himself. I know that when he is deflecting, he shrugs, hips pushed to the side and gets that same displeased look. His nostrils flare, his jaw tightens and he looks toward the floor.
He is definitely not okay with it.