Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Brynn
He pulls me into another kiss, and this time, it’s full of passion and need. His mouth is desperate, his tongue searching for mine. My fingers dig into his bicep, clinging to him for dear life.
I can feel myself slipping. I can feel the steel around my heart bending and crashing down as he pushes me up against a post in the barn. I’m pinned there. I don’t want to move; it’s like I can’t get close enough to him.
I pull away slightly. I close my eyes, inhale, and then reach down and link our fingers together.
Olivia and Dad will be asleep by now. She has a room there. It’ll be okay.
I start walking toward my house with him in tow.
Don’t stop moving, Brynn. The second you stop putting one foot in front of the other, you’ll start overthinking, and all of this will be over.
You want him. You deserve to see where this goes. You deserve good things.
As if he can hear the war in my head, he stops and tugs me into him.
“Are you sure about this? We don’t have to—”
“You said you wouldn’t ruin this by talking.”
A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips before he nods. I turn around before I can lose my nerve and we’re inside my house before I know it. I lock the door behind us and the second that I do, he’s picking me up, pinning me against the wall and kissing me as if our lives depend on it.
I surrender to the heat of his lips, the pressure of his body against mine, and the overwhelming need and desire that is threatening to consume me whole.
I’ve never been kissed like this before in my life. My entire body is on fire.
His hands roam over my body, and I feel goosebumps followed by intense heat wherever he touches me.
We’re wearing too many clothes!
As he trails kisses down my neck, his warm breath sending waves of pleasure through me, I lose myself in the moment. All doubts and fears melt away, leaving only the raw, primal need that drives us together.
I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto him as if he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.
He carries me into the bedroom, depositing me gently before his fingers deftly try to pull my sweater over my head.
My hands go down to his belt buckle, tugging at it before I tug it open, then I do the same with his button and zipper.
He gets my shirt over my head. I pull away.
I’m not wasting any time with this song and dance. I need him in me now. All I can think about is what that bulge inside his pants looks like.
My eyes run over him as I start to pull my tank top over my head. He understands the silent request and begins unbuttoning his own shirt while also taking off his boots. In no time, we’re both completely naked, standing before each other, open and vulnerable.
He takes a step toward me and caresses my cheek, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger. His lips brush against mine so gently that I follow him when he pulls away. He does it again, so softly, so slowly that I can feel tears welling up in my eyes and a heaviness in my chest.
I’ve never been kissed so sweetly, so lovingly, and it’s…nice.
I suck in a breath slowly before he steps forward again, the movement causing me to step back, and I fall onto my soft bed. He drops to his knees at the edge of the mattress, his hand grabs my feet and tugs me toward him.
“Jack,” I breathe as I try to scramble away. “You don’t have to, I’m fine if you…”
I can feel the anxiety clawing at me. He cocks his head to the side before he shakes it.
“Hold still, sweetheart—I’m about to ruin you for anyone else.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
I can feel my cheeks heat up and my heart race even faster. He spreads my legs open and dips down. I stick my hand out to stop him, but he grabs my wrist in his hand.
“I’m not going down on you,” Clay had said to me. “It makes me a little bitch if I do. Real men don’t do that. Besides, until you can make it smell better, I won’t put my face near it.”
“Don’t be scared. Sit back and let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you.”
His head dips down, and he lets out a small moan as his fingers slide inside of me.
“Damn woman, you smell so good,” he groans. I can feel his tongue dart out, sliding along my swollen clit. “You taste even better.”
Tears prick at my eyes again, but this time because I was so scared, because of Clay’s bullshit that I was certain Jack was going to say the same thing and then he didn’t.
I feel his teeth run against my inner thigh, and I come right back to the present moment.
“Jack,” I sigh.
He smiles against my skin, a look of pure adoration in his eyes. His tongue and fingers go back to my core. He laps at me with relentless passion, his fingers curling inside of me hitting that special spot.
I practically shoot off the bed.
“Jack,” I moan, pushing my hips forward, wanting more of his expert touch.
He doesn’t disappoint. His hands grasp my ass firmly, pulling me closer to him as he continues his ravaging of my sensitive core. It’s like he’s unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed, and I’m loving every single moment of this newfound pleasure.
My body is trembling with desire, the intensity building up inside of me like a dam ready to burst. My moans grow louder, my breaths shallower as Jack expertly continues his ministrations.
I can feel a familiar warmth building up deep inside of me, my orgasm lurking just around the corner. The pleasure is so intense, it’s like a lightning bolt of ecstasy coursing through my veins, threatening to consume me whole.
I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I beg him to continue, my voice is so raw “Yes, right there…don’t stop…”
His fingers move in a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart, his tongue flicking against my most sensitive spot. I can feel myself on the edge, the orgasm swelling within me like a dam waiting to burst.
As the pleasure builds and builds, I can feel every inch of my body on fire with desire.
My hips buck against his skilled touch, my moans growing louder with each passing second.
This feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—it is as if every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and I never want it to end.
“Yes, yes…oh, God, don’t stop…” I gasp, desperate with desire.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Jack’s fingers hit that special spot inside of me just right, and I cry out in pleasure—it’s as if a million tiny fireworks have been set off inside of me, exploding in a dizzying display of pure delight.
I feel myself trembling, my body shaking with the intensity of the orgasm that’s consuming me whole. My hips buck wildly, my moans growing louder as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
“Fuck, yes!” The cry rips out of me, propelled by the overwhelming sensations burning through me.
His hands grip my ass firmly, pulling me closer to him as he continues his relentless assault on me. I’m screaming his name and thrashing wildly while a powerful rush of pleasure shoots through me.
“Jack…oh, God, Jack…” I cry out, breathless.
He holds me close, his hands gently caressing my back as the last echoes of my orgasm subside. I collapse onto the bed, my body spent and completely drained.
I turn my head to look at him, still panting heavily from the intensity of the experience. His eyes are filled with concern as he studies me, his expression tender and full of love.
“Are you okay?” he asks his voice filled with concern.
“I’ve never been better,” I murmur.
He chuckles as he climbs up me, kissing me hungrily and allowing me to taste myself on him.
He pulls back, looking at me lovingly as he caresses my cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
I bite my bottom lip, not really knowing how to handle the compliment at all. It’s not something I’m used to. My eyes dart away, and he leans down to kiss me again.
My brain isn’t really firing on all cylinders right now, anyway. I’ve never felt like this before, and I don’t want the feeling to end.