Chapter Forty-Five
Lochlan
H er delicate touch is so feather-light, but I can barely handle it.
If she tightens her grip even a little bit, this will be over.
Having her hands on me is one thing, but hearing her beg to touch me nearly killed me.
A woman like her wanting me isn’t something that I can fathom.
“Am I doing a good job?” She asks sweetly, always wanting to be the best at everything she does.
My little overachiever.
“Yes,” I grunt, trying to keep it together.
“Can I touch these, too?” Her hand has stopped moving at the base of my shaft as she stares at my balls.
Their heavy and tight, ready to fucking explode.
“You can,” I admit reluctantly.
“They’re sensitive, though. I can only handle so much.”
Her hand moves downward anyway, cupping the rounded flesh that she has tortured for months.
The days and nights that I suffered with the worst case of blue balls, all because she walked past me in the kitchen or mouthed off to me with a little more confidence than the day before.
“What do I do? ”
“Hold them with your right hand. Jerk me off with your left hand.” She switches hands at my instruction and starts pumping my shaft rapidly with her dominant hand, harder than she was before, and my legs start twitching as my muscles tense.
“Fuck, baby. That feels good.”
She gasps softly when a drop of precum beads up at the tip of my crown.
“Swipe it with your thumb… Rub it in with your hand… Yeah, just like that… You’re so fucking perfect, Jo… Keep fucking me with your hand…” The praise tumbles from my mouth naturally as I stare at her in awe.
Her pretty flushed cheeks are nearly as pink as her lips that are hanging open in fascination while she stares at my cock.
I tip her head back up, stealing her mouth in a kiss because I can.
From the moment she offered me her first kiss, I haven’t been able to stop taking her lips every time she’s near me.
And, thinking about how badly I need them when she’s not.
Kissing her ruined her momentum for only a second before she picked it back up, continuing to work me like a damn expert.
Even if she had stuck with tracing me with her little finger, I think I would have came eventually.
“I’m going to cum soon, baby. Where do you want it?” I ask against her mouth before sliding my tongue against hers.
“Uh, what are my options?” She breathes out.
On your tits.
All over your ass.
Deep inside your sweet cun–
“I can catch it in my hand or I can lift your shirt up and I’ll coat your sexy stomach,” I respond, rationally.
“I want to taste it,” she whispers against my lips, and my whole body jolts.
“Fuck me,” I growl.
Her eyes widen with worry as if she’s upset me, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Get on your knees.”
She drops to the ground at my feet and looks up at me with those big brown eyes that I love, opening her perfect full lips as she continues jacking my cock right above her mouth.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
I’ll never be this lucky again until the day that I die.
“So close, baby.” My thighs twitch and my hips flex on their own accord, preparing for another life-changing release brought on by this incredible woman.
And, then her tongue sneaks out, licking the underside of my head to the very tip of my crown and I fucking lose it, my cum rockets out and into her mouth with such force my knees buckle, nearly taking me down.
My cum fills her mouth until I’m worried I’ll gag her, but her eyes only flutter, taking every last drop.
“You don’t have to–” I start just before she swallows and licks her lips.
“Fuck.”
“If I had even an ounce of talent, I’d draw this,” she states seriously from her knees with her palms planted on my thighs, gazing up at me dreamily.
My head falls back in laughter because I can’t begin to understand her attraction to me or her reasoning for giving herself to me like this.
It doesn’t matter, though, because she’ll ultimately leave and never think about me again.
She’ll touch another man like this, she’ll adore him, and she’ll think that he deserves her.
But no man will.
“Time for your next lesson.” I grab her under her arms and pick her up until she’s flush against my chest .
“What is it?” She asks eagerly and it makes my cock stir.
“After doing something like that, you deserve proper treatment.”
She tilts her head at me curiously, and it makes me smile in the way that only she can pull out of me.
* * *
“I have to be honest. I did not expect this,” she says through a mouthful of ice cream.
She’s freshly showered, wearing more comfortable and clean clothes, and cuddled up on the couch watching one of her movies.
“Which is exactly why it needed to happen. You don’t do what you just did to a man without being treated like a damn queen afterwards. That’s the lesson, darlin.”
“You’re such a softy.”
“Am not.” I side-eye her, grabbing the blanket to cover her up.
She curls further into my side and sighs happily.
“Are you sure you don’t want some ice cream?” She holds the spoon up until I shake my head, and then pops it into her mouth.
“Actually.” I grab her chin.
“Give me a taste.”
My mouth claims hers, swiping my tongue through her lips and tasting the sweetness on hers.
I had no interest in the ice cream, not when she tastes better than any dessert on this planet.
Her surprise turns hungry, and the kiss intensifies until my body is slowly pulled to cover hers.
She barely manages to find the coffee table with her bowl before wrapping both hands around the back of my neck and dragging me the rest of the way down.
Her cold fingers dig into my skin as I nibble softly on her neck, my hands lifting her hoodie up from the bottom to take her full breasts in my palms.
I flick her tightened peaks with my thumbs, drawing her moans out.
“What are you doing?” She asks as I snag her spoon from the table, dripping the melted vanilla on her sexy tits.
“I told you I wanted a taste.” My tongue laps up every bit, slowly and methodically, cleaning her skin off with precision.
The special attention I pay to her nipples makes her writhe against me, and I keep torturing her.
I suck on her sensitive points until she’s grinding uncontrollably against my rib cage, seeking the relief she really wants.
“Please, Lochlan, I know you don’t want to fuck me but I’m begging you. I’ve done the other stuff, and I’ve done so well. Don’t I deserve your cock inside of me? Please,” she begs, while grenades detonate against all of my self-control and willpower, attempting to destroy my integrity.
“Fuck, baby, don’t say that,” I mutter against her chest, kissing the spot over her heart.
“You deserve everything in this world. Everything.”
“Then why won’t you do what I want?”
“Because it’s not supposed to be like this.”
She grabs my face in her hands and looks at me tenderly.
“Like what? With a man that I want? Or a man whose ring I’m wearing?”
“That’s not fair.”
“Why? I forced this engagement on you, but I didn’t force you to treat me the way that you do. You aren’t faking the way you touch me, or the way that you look at me. You aren’t lying when you speak to me more lovingly than anyone in my entire life has.”
“This engagement is fake, and it has to be because if I make love to you the way I want to, then I’ll never let you leave, Jo. Don’t you get it? If you let me love you for real, then I’ll die when you leave me. Because you have to leave. You can’t stay here forever. Not when you have your entire life to live out there.”
“Lochlan…”
“I’m sorry, this was a mistake.” I push off of her, stumbling out of the house before she can get another word in because she sways me too easily with them.
I don’t want her to see how truly and deeply in love I already am because I can never tell her, and I don’t want her pity.
My fists hit the porch railing, and I grip it roughly, shaking the old wood until the whole partition rattles.
“FUCK!” I yell at the universe.
It’s such a sick twist of fate to put her in front of me, make me want her, and be forced to push her away.
I can’t be the reason she stays.
A red SUV pulls through the wide open entrance, and a groan of aggravation rumbles inside my chest.
Is there a sign that says we want visitors at the bottom of the mountain?
“Why are you out here looking all broody and sad?” Becky asks as she steps out of her car with Emory.
“This is how I normally look.”
“True, my mistake.” She hands Emory a bag, and she skips up the porch steps to hand it to me.
“I brought my fairy dress. Do you think Jo will play dress up with me?” She looks up at me so innocently, and my heart breaks all over again, knowing that Jo will leave Emory behind when she goes, too.
“Oh, uh.”
“I would love to, Em,” Jo says from the doorway.
She doesn’t look at me.
“Let me go grab some stuff from my room.”
She hurries down the porch steps to the guesthouse with her arms crossed over her chest because she isn’t wearing a bra.
Becky looks at me knowingly, and with even more little sister amusement.
“Don’t start,” I mumble over Emory’s head.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t have to.”
“It’s only 11 am.” She smirks.
I hold up my hand and walk back inside, ignoring her.