Chapter 13 #2
“You make the most adorable little sounds, baby.” The tips of my fingers grazed her face, and her breath hitched. “Cute little moans that made me wonder what kind of filthy, dirty dreams you were having. Made me wish I could be in them.” I leaned down.
“You… you did that?” She trembled in front of me, and like a bastard, I grinned, pressing my body closer to hers, pushing her flat against the wall at her back.
“I did.”
“Is that all of it?” Her chest rose and fell heavily with every breath she took.
“That’s all of it,” I admitted, dipping my head down, letting my nose brush against her temple then her jaw.
“You sure?” she whimpered, squirming against me. I breathed in just as my nose moved to her collarbone. She smelled so good. Like her body mist and arousal and mine.
“I promised I wouldn’t lie to you, Sadie,” I reminded her.
“A-are you… are you going to stop?” Her voice cracked, her gaze glassy yet slightly weary. “Now that we’re together?”
“Now that we’re together,” I repeated with relief. She wasn’t ending it. She wasn’t going to try and run away from me to kick me to the curb. “No. I’m not going to stop, little bird.” Her grip on my shirt tightened.
Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the world stood still. It was just her and me and this monumental moment. Whatever she did next would define the rest of our lives.
“Sadie—“ I couldn’t say anything other than her name because she took me by surprise when that unreadable mask broke into a smile that lit her up from the inside out.
“Why do I like that?” she blurted. Tears of relief stung the back of my eyes.
“Because we’re made for each other. You’re my other half,” I replied without thinking. I’d never thought of myself as poetic, but I guess there was some truth about speaking from the heart.
“Made for each other,” she repeated, lifting her body to the tips of her toes, not that she had to go too far with the way I was leaning over her, caging her small, delicate body against the wall of the dugout. “I like that, too.” She sighed.
“Yeah? What else do you like? Me perhaps?” I flirted, trying to lighten the mood.
“No,” she answered directly, her eyes trained on mine.
“You don’t like me?” I repeated with a huskiness in my tone I didn’t recognize.
“No.” Sadie shook her head, but the way her eyes glittered at me with amusement made me relax. “I don’t like you, Jason. I love you,” she said the words I hadn’t known I had been waiting for. “It’s crazy fast. I’m not sure when it happened—“ She kept speaking, but all I could here was I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Without hesitation, I picked her up, and she wrapped her sweet legs around my waist. I pinned her against the wall.
“Say it again.”
“It was fast?”
“No,” I growled.
“I’m not sure when—“
“Sadie,” I warned, and her hands cupped my face.
Warmth bloomed beneath her touch, making every fucking droplet of blood inside my body travel southbound while I leaned into her caress.
I’d thought I’d been hard that first time with her, but that was nothing compared to my cock feeling like a goddamn sledgehammer between my legs.
“Sadie,” I repeated her name, pleading to hear those sweet three little words once again.
To know I hadn’t imagined them in the delirium of my obsession when it came to her.
Her gaze softened, and there was something about the way she looked at me that made me lock my knees before they gave out beneath my weight.
The awe and wonder, love and respect fucking fueled something inside of me despite how unhinged I felt.
I wanted to be a good man for her. The best kind.
The type of man who would deserve her, who had the privilege of standing beside her no matter what kind of storm life brought our way.
One who would put her and any other family we created as his priority.
Not because he was obligated by duty but because it was an honor.
“I love you, Jason Lucas. I think… I think I fell in love with you when I held that elevator open for you and saw you for the first time.”
“Fuck,” I cursed. My forehead pressed against hers. My lips hovered over hers as we shared the same warm air.
“Little bird,” I groaned, feeling the silky-smooth skin of her thighs as my palms slid beneath the flimsy material of her sundress.
“I need you,” I rasped. I didn’t think it was possible to get drunk off someone, but here I was, drunk with lust and need that coursed through me like a fucking Mack truck, an undeniable need rushing through my veins to take her right here and now.
“I’m yours,” she answered fiercely.
“I can’t be sweet.”
“I don’t need you sweet,” she whined, digging her nails into the muscles of my shoulders. “I need you. “Just you. Raw and real and deep. God, please,” she whimpered her pretty pleas, and I lost it.
I kissed her. Hard.
Punishing. With a need I couldn’t control.
In a blur, I pulled my throbbing cock out of my joggers and she opened for me. As I guided my cock to the apex of her thighs, an animal-like sound rumbled through me as I felt just how wet she was.
“You like this. You like knowing how fucking obsessed I am with you.”
“Yes,” she hissed, grinding against the head of my cock. Her pussy was so wet and drooly, the thin material of her little panties molded against her puffy lips, her clit swollen and aching for attention.
“You like me unhinged for you.”
“Yes!” She swallowed. “Please, Jason.”
“I got you, little bird. I got you. Today, tomorrow,“—my hips humped against her sex, that flimsy excuse of a barrier the only thing keeping me from the tightness she held between her legs—“always. You’re mine, Sadie.”
“Yours, all yours,” she panted. “Jason.”
“Fucking love hearing you say my name when your greedy little pussy needs me.” I thrust again and again. Fresh wetness gushed and squelched between us. It wasn’t enough. It was just a tease for what was to come.
“Please fuck me,” she begged beautifully, her cry loud and clear.
“No.” I shook my head with a wolfish grin. “Even when I lose my head, even when I need you so fucking bad I can’t see straight and have to fuck you in a dark dugout where anyone could walk by, it’s me loving you.” She whimpered. Her mouth moved to my neck as she kissed and licked and moaned.
The sound vibrated against my flesh. I swear to god I felt it down to the base of my already drawn-up balls.
“You like that, don’t you, little bird? You like the risk of getting caught? Of someone watching me take you, claiming what’s rightfully mine.”
“Oh god, don’t stop,” she moaned, scrapping her teeth against my pulse point, pushing me closer to the edge. I slid a hand between us. She pinched her lips together.
“This pussy is mine. You’re all mine. Say it,” I grunted just as I hooked my fingers around the gusset of her panties to push them aside and letting my shaft glide between her lips, coating me with her dewy essence.
“Yours. All yours, Jason. Please, honey.” Her legs tightened around my middle, pushing me forward.
“You want this cock, pretty girl?” I teased both of us, keeping us on the edge of a cliff we both knew we’d inevitably go over.
“You know I do,” she pouted with frustration. “Now you’re playing with me.”
“I don’t play with my food.”
“Foo—“ She couldn’t even finish the word when she gasped. I lifted her up, settling her legs over my shoulders, and didn’t hesitate to eat her sweet-as-hell kitty.
She was so fucking wet. Dripping honey just for me. The beast inside of me took the reins of control.
I sounded like an animal ravaging its prey, not able to get enough.
Sadie’s sexy little sounds, a mix of cries and moans, were a symphony to my ears.
I knew just the reminder would get me rock hard in the future.
This was just the beginning of the two of us.
She loved me and I loved her. Not only that, she knew the darkest, most messed-up shit about me and loved me despite it.
Or maybe because of it. Either way, it didn’t matter.
She was mine, and that was all I needed.
I held her against the wall with one hand while the other started to finger her.