Chapter 13 #3
Lola’s whole body stiffens, every muscle locking tight. Her hand fists brutally in my hair, yanking hard enough that pain shoots across my scalp.
She comes with my name on her lips.
Her pussy pulses around my fingers, rhythmic contractions that squeeze tight, and there’s a rush of wetness that coats my tongue, my lips, my chin. She tastes even sweeter like this, and I groan against her, the vibration making her cry out again.
I work her through it, my fingers still curling, my tongue still lapping at her clit but now gentler, drawing it out, making it last as long as I possibly can.
Her thighs tremble violently around my head, shaking so hard.
Jace…” she gasps, her voice trembling. “I can’t—”
She pushes at my head, her fingers loosening in my hair, trying to make me stop because it’s too much, because she’s too sensitive.
When I finally pull back, my face is wet with her, slick with her arousal coating my lips and chin. My cock is throbbing so hard it’s almost painful. I’m staring at her sprawled out on the bed beneath me.
She just rewrote everything I thought I knew about sex.
I’ve gotten girls off before with a finger here, some half-assed rubbing there, just enough to make them think I give a shit so they’ll let me fuck them.
But watching Bells come apart on my tongue is more satisfying than most of the releases I’ve had with other girls.
I get up from the bed. My cock is hard and leaking. I reach for my jeans crumpled on the floor, fumbling in the pocket with fingers that won’t cooperate until I find the condom I always keep there.
Old habit. The responsible fuckboy. Always prepared because getting a girl pregnant is the last thing I need in my already fucked up life.
I put the condom on quickly, my cock twitching in my hand as I smooth the latex down. The familiar routine should calm me, ground me, remind me that this is simply sex.
Before I position myself between her legs and do what every instinct in my body is screaming at me to do, I pause.
I need to kiss her.
The thought slams into me hard, drowning everything else out.
I’ve been thinking non-stop about kissing her again.
It’s consuming me, taking over every thought, every moment of my day.
In class when the teacher is talking. At night when I should be sleeping, I’m lying awake replaying every kiss and that one fuck we had, wanting more.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Kissing her and fucking her is all I can think about now.
I lean down and capture her mouth with mine, and the moment our lips touch, everything else fades away. She kisses me back instantly, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me closer, and I sink into it.
She angles her hips beneath me, spreading her legs wider, the heat of her pussy against my cock. The invitation is clear. Unmistakable.
I break the kiss long enough to look at her, to see those blue eyes watching me with something that resembles trust, and then I slide into her. Slow. Inch by fucking inch.
We both groan at the same time, the sound bleeding together in the small space between our mouths.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her lips, my voice wrecked. “Bells, you feel so fucking good.”
I start to move, pulling my hips back slowly before pushing forward again, and for the first time in my life, I’m not in a rush. I’m not chasing friction, release, or the quick high of getting off. I’m not thinking about the next girl, the next party, or adding another notch to my belt.
I take my time, slowly pulling out until just the tip of my cock is inside her, before pushing back in with deep, measured strokes. I watch the way her eyes flutter closed, the way her lips part on soft gasps that make my cock throb inside her.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
When those blue eyes lock onto mine, a change happens inside my chest. Something fundamental.
I fuck her slowly, each thrust deep and controlled. My hands frame her face, my thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks, and I can’t stop kissing her. Her mouth, her jaw, the soft skin of her neck. I want to memorize how she feels beneath me, the sounds she makes, the way her body responds to mine.
Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper, and I groan into the curve of her neck.
“God, you’re so tight,” I rasp against her skin. “So fucking perfect.”
But then something changes. That gentle, slow pace is no longer enough. I need more. I need to claim her, mark her, and make her understand that right now, in this moment, she’s mine.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, holding them there with one hand. Her eyes widen, her breath catching, and I see the flash of heat in her gaze.
“Keep them there,” I command, my voice rough and authoritative, and I release her wrists to grip her hips instead.
I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in hard, and she cries out.
“Fuck,” I growl, doing it again. Harder this time. Deeper. “You take my cock so fucking well.”
I set a punishing pace now, all that careful control gone. My fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding her exactly where I want her as I fuck into her relentlessly. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, and I don’t give a fuck.
“Jace,” she gasps, her hands still obediently above her head, and the way she says my name sends something primal surging through me.
“That’s right,” I rasp, leaning down to bite her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her. “Say my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you this hard.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and I know she’s getting off on this. On me taking control. On me using her exactly how I want.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle, and drive in deeper. She screams, and the sounds of it only spurs me on.
“You’re mine right now,” I growl, my hips snapping forward with brutal precision. “This pussy is mine. These sounds you’re making are mine. All fucking mine.”
I slide my hand up her body, wrapping it around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding, showing her that I am in complete control. Her eyes widen, pupils dilate with lust, and she whimpers.
“You trust me?” I ask, my voice dark and commanding.
“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation.
I apply the slightest pressure, enough to make her gasp, and fuck into her harder. The combination makes her whole body shake, her pussy clamping down on my cock so tight I nearly lose it.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Taking everything I give you.”
I release her throat and grab both her hips again, lifting her ass off the bed completely. From this angle I can go even deeper, and watch my cock disappear into her pussy over and over. I can see how wet she is, how her body accepts me.
“Look at you,” I rasp, my voice thick with possession. “Look at how well you take my cock. Fucking perfect.”
The sound of our bodies slamming together fills the room. Skin against skin, the wet slide of my cock pounding into her, her breathless cries mixing with my rough groans. It’s raw and primal and exactly what I need.
I lean down, bracing my forearms on either side of her head, trapping her, and I fuck her with deep, powerful strokes that make her whole body jerk with each impact.
“You feel that?” I growl against her lips. “Feel how deep I am? How hard I’m fucking you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Oh God… yes.”
“No one else gets to have you this way,” I tell her, and I mean it. The possessiveness in my voice surprises even me. “Just me. Say it.”
“Just you,” she gasps, her eyes locked on mine. “Only you, Jace.”
She shatters almost instantly, screaming my name as her orgasm overtakes her.
Her pussy convulses around my cock, squeezing me so tight I can barely move, and the sensation is so intense I have to grit my teeth to hold on.
“That’s it,” I rasp, fucking her through it, prolonging her pleasure. “Come all over my cock, Bells. Let me feel it.”
She’s still trembling, still pulsing around me, and I don’t let up. I keep the same brutal pace, chasing my own release now, taking what I need.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, beyond the pleasure building at the base of my spine, beyond the way she’s clenching around me, past the overwhelming sensation of being inside her, I realize what’s happening.
I’m falling for her.
The thought scares the shit out of me. It fucking terrifies me because I don’t know what love is. I’ve never had it, never seen it, never believed in it.
Maybe this is it. This is what everyone talks about. Maybe this is what I’ve been missing my entire fucking life.
“Bells,” I groan, her name ripping from my throat as my orgasm hits me with such force.
My hips stutter, losing their rhythm as pleasure crashes through me in waves so intense I can’t see straight. My cock pulses inside her, emptying into the condom, and I bury my face in her neck, groaning against her skin as I come harder than I ever have in my entire fucking life.
Every muscle in my body goes taut, then releases, and I’m shaking. Actually shaking. My arms tremble where they’re braced on either side of her head, and I have to fight to keep from collapsing on top of her.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her neck. “Fuck, Bells.”
I can’t think clearly. I can only feel the aftershocks rushing through me, the way her pussy is still fluttering around my cock, and her hands sliding up my back in soothing strokes that make my chest ache.
I lift my head to look at her, and she’s gazing up at me with those blue eyes, her face flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair a wild mess across the pillow. She’s never looked more beautiful.
And the realization hits me all over again, this time even harder and impossible to ignore. I’m in love with her. Not just falling. Not even halfway there. Completely, irrevocably, terrifyingly in love with Lola Bellamy.
I press my forehead against hers, both of us still catching our breath. For a long moment, I stay there. Buried inside her. Connected to her in every way possible.
I don’t want to move because once I do, reality is going to come crashing back in, and I’ll have to deal with what this means.
I made her promise. I looked her straight in the eye and made her agree to my terms.
It won’t get weird. Nothing will change.
We kiss, we fuck, then we go back to being us. Like it never happened. We wouldn’t lose what we had.
That was the deal.
I said it so easily. So sure of myself. Like I could keep this contained, as if I could take her body and not let it touch anything deeper.
And now falling in love with her… I’m the one who just torched the whole fucking agreement.