27. Harper
Harper
Jace leads us to his truck that is tucked into the tree line, out of sight and in the shadows.
His eyes are predatory, making my core clench, and my panties wet.
My back is pressed against his truck, as his mouth descends onto mine again, claiming it possessively.
Moaning into his mouth, I hold my body against his.
His erection pressing into my abdomen is driving me insane.
He pushes his leg between mine and I grind my pussy on it.
The friction barely takes the edge off the pressure already building.
It’s not enough. I’m feral, needing him, an overwhelming desire to claim him as he has me.
Ever since we made the choice to stop using condoms, Jace has been obsessed with coming inside me.
But tonight, I’m finally going to take what I want and taste his release as it fills my mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, I reach between us, unfastening his pants, then turn us so his back is against the truck.
“Harper.” His voice is rough with need.
Dropping to my knees, the cold ground is blessedly dry, so my knees are only cold, not wet.
Eye’s locked on his, I free his straining cock and slide my tongue along the thick vein that runs along the underside of it.
Swirling my tongue over the tip, the taste of precum explodes on my tongue, making me moan and rub my thighs together as I try to ease the pressure there.
Jace’s eyes bore into me as I open my mouth, taking him in deep.
When he hits the back of my throat, I gag slightly and feel him tense.
Before he can go all chivalrous on me, I hollow my cheeks, sucking him down again.
Bobbing my head, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
Each time, it gets easier to control the gag.
Tears well in my eyes, but I’m too far gone.
“Fuck, Harper, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.” I moan his praise, lighting me up.
He thrusts into my mouth, pushing deeper still, and I nearly come.
I moan again and reach between my legs to rub myself.
“You like that? You want me to fuck your throat, Harper? The first time I saw you, your hair was up in a ponytail. You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of wrapping it around my fist while you swallowed my cock down.” Oh, God, I moan loudly, closing my eyes.
His filthy words are almost too much, my orgasm building, my panties drenched.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, pulling me off his fat cock with a small pop.
“Oh my God, yes.” I nearly sob. He taps my lips with his cock and I open again.
His hold on my hair is borderline painful, and I fucking love it.
Each thrust hits the back of my throat. I can tell he is still holding back, not wanting to hurt me.
But I want him to lose control. I want him to take my mouth and use it.
I want to watch him unravel because of me.
The next time he thrusts, I grip his ass, holding him there and swallow.
My airway is completely blocked, tears run down my face, and I feel sexier than I ever have.
“Holy fucking shit.” Jace’s grip tightens, and he lets go.
Pounding into my mouth, pausing every few thrusts for me to swallow him down.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good, babe, it was made for me. God, look at you on your knees, taking me all the way.” I hum around his cock as the pleasure from his words heightens my own.
“I’m going to come, baby.” His growl sounds animalistic. When he tries to pull out, I grip his ass hard and shake my head.
“Do you want my cum filling that mouth of yours?” I nod.
“Yeah, babe? Then take it, swallow every fucking drop.” The last word turns breathy.
His body goes rigid against me as warm cum spills from him, filling my mouth as I swallow, taking all of it.
When he’s finished, I sit back slightly and lick him clean, making sure there is nothing left on him.
Then as I lick my lips, I meet his gaze.
If I thought his eyes were wild before, it’s nothing compared to now.
He yanks his pants up, then hauls me from the ground, pinning me to the truck in one fluid motion.
“Did you like that, babe?” he asks against my lips, his tongue tracing them before pushing into my mouth.
“Fuck, I can taste myself on your tongue.” He sucks on my tongue, groaning.
My back digs into the metal of the truck, the pain only adding to the desperate feeling.
My pants are undone, and his finger finds my center, soaking wet for him.
“You don’t even have to answer. Your pussy is dripping.
Fuck, please tell me I can come home with you tonight. "
“Yes, just don’t stop. I’m so close, Jace.” I’m stunned. I’ve never been brought this close to an orgasm so fast. Two fingers plunge into my core, a third joining them, as his palm grinds against my clit.
“That’s right, come all over my hand, Harper.
I want to lick your juices off my fingers.
I need to taste you.” His words push me over the edge.
I bite his shoulder, muffling my cry as I explode, and wetness spills over his hand.
He rubs me through the orgasm, guiding me back to earth.
As soon as I’m done, he rips his hand from my pants and does exactly as he promised.
He licks his fingers clean. Fuck, that’s hot as hell!
Both sated—for the moment, at least—we head back to the fairgrounds hand in hand. Bree is smiling like the Cheshire Cat when we approach, and I know my cheeks are bright red.
“Nice of you two to join us. I was afraid you’d got lost or something!”
“Thanks for the tip.” Jace smiles, winking at me.
“Why do I feel like you have been conspiring together?” I ask them both, but my attention snags on the little brown pigtails I see bouncing as Lizzie and Tink run to us.
Lizzie bypasses me, running straight to Jace, who lifts her off the ground and swings her in a circle.
Her little scream of joy makes everyone around us smile.
Jace stops and she grabs his face between her little fingers, rubbing the stubble before leaning in close eye to eye.
“Mo, mo,” she cries, and I choke back a sob at her new word usage.
Jace must realize it’s new too, because his smile widens and he says, “More, more?” before spinning her again. When he stops, his steps are a bit wobbly, but Lizzie prances off unfazed.
“Whew, glad she didn’t ask again. I couldn’t say no, but I might have tipped over.”
“I’m going to help Bree for another hour, then we are all going to go make some s’mores, can you join us?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Anything I can do to help? Or want me to take Lizzie to do anything?”
“Lizzie was pointing to some of the food vendors earlier. You could see if there is anything she might actually eat for dinner.” I smile as he asks Lizzie if she wants food, then they head off hand in hand, disappearing into the crowd with Tink hot on their heels.
Jace follows us home. Lizzie fell asleep in the car the minute we started moving.
This is my fifth Fall Fest, and it's by far the best one yet. I still can’t believe he raced home to be here with us.
Not just me, but us. He included Lizzie in everything.
I love watching them together, but a part of me is nervous about letting her get too close to him.
What if things don’t work out? This relationship is still so new.
Every day I have to remind myself not to get too attached, not to make too many plans.
My heart will shatter into a million pieces if he walks away. My hands start to tremble as I park.
Jace is right behind us and offers to carry Lizzie in for me.
I follow him, watching as he gently puts her in bed.
I give her a quick kiss on the head before heading downstairs.
I keep my hands in my pockets, hoping like hell he doesn’t see the way they shake.
But of course, he does. As soon as we are downstairs, he leads me to the sunroom.
It’s pretty chilly, but he kicks on the space heater and covers us in blankets before turning to me, taking both of my hands in his.
“What’s going on, babe?”
I breathe through the anxiety that is threatening to choke me. My breathing is so tight I feel like I’m gulping at the air and getting nothing. “Breathe with me, Harper. One, two, three, four.” His patience knows no bounds as he lets me work through the attack, never once losing contact with me.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I breathe out, and he smooths the hair from my face, cradling it so carefully.
“You seemed fine at the festival. Did I do something? Please, talk to me, babe.” The earnestness in his voice unlocks mine.
“No. No, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that.
Ugh. Okay. It was watching you with Lizzie, walking around tonight like a little family.
And it was nice. More than nice. It was perfect, the dream.
Which should make me happy, right? But no, I can’t be normal.
Instead, it scared the shit out of me. I like you way too much already, and Lizzie adores you.
What happens if you walk away? Not only will I be heartbroken, but Lizzie, too.
Or even worse, what if you want to leave, but stay out of guilt and end up hating me and resenting us?
Are you going to be something else I have to survive, Jace?
Someone else that I have to watch turn their back on me?
” I drop my face into my hands, shocked at how far I let that get away from me, and how I just bared my soul to him.
I’m lifted off the seat and situated across Jace's lap. Unable to resist, I lean into him, resting my head in the crook of his neck.
“Oh my God, Harper, I’m so sorry that you have been hurt so much in your life.
” He kisses my head and I can feel his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, trying to wrangle the emotions clogging his own voice. “You said a lot there, and I plan to address all of it, but first, I’m addressing that last question, and the answer is no, Harper. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to.
You are going to have to kick me out of your life, and even then, I will still be around.
You and Lizzie are my world now, and I’m crazy about you.
If it helps, I had the same worries today.
What if Harper decides I’m too much, or that things have gone too fast?
You have my heart, the whole damn thing, babe.
I have never given it to anyone else like this, and it’s scary for me, too. ”
I curl in tighter to him, choking on the three little words that are sitting on the tip of my tongue. It’s too soon to say it, so instead, I lean into his warmth and comfort and do the scariest thing of all, believe him.