- EIGHTEEN #3
"Nope," he said, shaking his head a little gravely.
"So I guess I am going to have to take you every way I have thought about," he said, reaching down, snagging my knee, and hiking it up.
He slammed inside me in one hard thrust, filling me completely.
"Fuck yeah," he growled, slamming his forehead to mine for a second.
He reached down, grabbing my other knee and pulling me completely off my feet.
My hands went around his neck, holding on, as he started sliding me up and down his cock.
My back slammed against the cold wall of the train as his thrusts got faster, harder.
He drove me upward hard and fast, my insides tightening around him as I got closer.
"Nope," he said, dropping my legs suddenly and pulling out of me.
My hands tightened on his neck, not trusting my legs to hold me. "You suck," I grumbled, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache inside.
Jasper made a rumbling sound, grabbing my hips and turning me, pushing me forward over one of the seats, flattening my face against the leather as he slammed inside me from behind, making me take him deeper, hitting my top wall and drawing out a ragged moan as he thrust, raking over my G-spot until my moans became gasps.
His hands went into my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling hard as my orgasm slammed through me almost violently, making me collapse downward.
His body followed mine, his hand going around my belly, pulling me against his chest and spreading my legs wide on either side of his, rocking into me slow and intoxicating, making one orgasm build on the down slide of another.
"I can't," I said, my body starting to shake slightly, overwhelmed.
"Remember what I told you?" he asked, making me shake my head, too overcome to think properly.
"I said I was going to fuck you until you swore you couldn't take anymore," he said, his words getting rough.
He was getting close too. "And then I am going to prove you can," he promised, sliding out of me again.
His arm went around my lower back, pushing me down onto the frigid floor, the cold shocking over my exposed skin.
He grabbed my legs, pressing them into my chest as he slammed inside me again.
Then he was fucking me, plain and simple.
His thrusts were so hard, they were borderline savage, making it hard to even suck in a breath as I took him deep over and over, my entire body jolting with each slam forward.
He grabbed my ankles, dragging my legs up straight and spreading them onto each of his shoulders, one hand moving between us to work my clit, the other pressing down on my lower stomach, making me feel him even more intensely as he started groaning, his thrusts burying with a deep pinch each time.
His finger pressed down hard on my clit and I simply... shattered.
"Fuck yeah," he growled, thrusting a few more times before planting as deep as I could take him and jerking upward hard as he came, making another small wave of pleasure shoot through my body that already felt completely out of my control, new and foreign to me.
"Oh my God," I gasped as soon as I could draw breath again. His body was bent half over mine, his weight pressing my legs into my chest hard as he struggled to draw breath.
"So in short," he said, giving me a weak smile, "I missed you."
Caught off guard, I let out a choked laugh, feeling a smile threaten to split my face. "I missed you too," I admitted as he lifted up enough for me to free my trapped legs and wrap them around his waist. "I really didn't think I'd see you again."
His eyes went a little sad as he pressed his lips to mine for a moment. "Now you're gonna be seeing enough of me to get sick of me."
"So, what... ten minutes or so?" I asked, smiling, trying to lighten the heavy mood.
"You're stuck with me now, honey," he said, pushing up and back, sliding out of me.
He stood, moving back toward where my makeshift bathroom was situated, throwing out the condom then walking back to me as I sat up.
He extended his hand and I took it, letting him pull me to my feet.
His hand traced up my arm then down the center of my chest, resting his hand over my ribcage and I knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it. "What's with the hunger strike?"
"I've been too nervous to eat," I said with a shrug, feeling a bit more insecure about my wasting body now that we weren't in the heat of things.
I reached for my towel, swatting his hand away, and wrapping it around me.
"I mean, for all my research," I said, tossing a book off my clothes pile as I reached for something to put on, "I don't really know how things work in The Green.
I don't know how to get away from these guys or why they want me or what I can do to be able to breathe again," I admitted, slipping leggings up under my towel then slipping my arms into a gray sweatshirt.
I yanked off the towel and turned back to find Jasper in his pants, his shirt in his hand.
"Come here," he said, holding an arm out wide.
And, well, when you were sure the man you were beginning to love was dead for months then he suddenly showed up, gave you the best sex of your life, then offered you a hug...
yeah, you didn't hesitate to fold yourself into his arms. I closed the few feet and wrapped my arms tight around his back, my face buried into his neck, letting out an involuntary whimper that made his arms tighten around my hips and shoulders.
His head turned and he kissed my temple.
"Take a breath, Cece," he said softly and I did.
"We'll figure it out. For fuck's sake...
we've dealt with fauns, my torturous parents, Baba Yaga, Dark fae auctioneers, and Dark realm work camps.
I think we can handle a couple fucking redcaps at this point. "
"We didn't exactly get out unscathed, you know," I said, my hands stroking over the smooth skin of the scars on his back.
"So what? Scars are sexy. They tell stories.
Life's no fun cuddled in a protective bubble.
We've seen some shit and lived through it.
If we get a couple more... who cares?" He paused, letting that sink in.
"So are you done making yourself sick about it?
Can I take you to get some food then maybe convince you to go visit Jade? "
At the mention of food, my stomach let out a loud grumble that made Jasper chuckle.
"Insatiable appetite for a fae. Glad some things never change," he said, untangling from me so he could slip his shirt back on and go find his wallet.
When his back was turned, I slipped into clunky combat boots, slipping as many talismans, vials, and gemstones in as possible before grabbing a couple iron bracelets I'd found and slipping them onto my wrists.
"Ready?" he asked, holding his hand out to me and I smiled when his fingers slipped between mine, comforting, supportive.
"Yep," I said as we both moved through the door, stopping dead one foot outside, both going ramrod straight.
Because there in a semi-circle blocking an escape, were the redcaps from my sleeping and waking nightmares.
And directly in the center was a man I had never seen before. He was tall, broad shouldered, black-haired, with a jawline that could cut glass, black clothes, and a stern brow.
I'd never seen him before.
But those honey-brown eyes he had? Yeah, I saw those every single time I looked in a mirror.
"Jesus fuck," Jasper hissed, holding my hand tighter.
"Celestine," the man said, his voice smooth, deep. "I figured it was time for a little family reunion."
It took everything in me to summon enough saliva to be able to speak. "Who are you?"
Jasper turned to me, everything about him serious. "That's Cass, the Unseelie king."
"And your father," Cass added, making my stomach clench hard.
I was Dark fae?
And, what's more, the redcaps worked for my father?
My father had me tortured?