Chapter Seven #3
The moment I sink into his bed, he hovers over me, his body casting a shadow that makes my heart race. His beautiful brown eyes devour me like I’m the only thing he sees. His lips find mine and I meet him halfway, my tongue tracing his in rhythm, answering his need with my own.
His hands roam, gripping my hair, grazing along my thighs, inching my dress higher until goosebumps bloom across my skin. He loves fisting my hair—it’s become one of his favorite things to do—and God, the way it feels now turns me on even more.
I turn my head toward the glowing monitor beside the bed. “Jacob,” I whisper breathless, “we’ve got twenty minutes before our reservation.”
He smirks against my lips, brown eyes darkening with mischief. “Then we’ll just have to make every second count.”
A soft moan escapes my lips as he kisses me harder, like he wants to erase the clock completely. The energy between us hums through me like a live wire, his hands wandering greedily over every inch of skin they can reach.
Nothing outside this room matters anymore—not the plans, not the time slipping away—only the fire between us, burning wild and endless.
His hands slide up my dress, removing my already soaked thong before sliding them down to my knees. I watch him as he unbuttons his pants, as I caress my breasts gently, watching him with pleading eyes.
All my attention snaps to his hard cock the second his pants and underwear hit his knees.
He lifts my legs and drags my closer, my ankles settling on his shoulders as he gently pushed into me. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had, and every time he’s inside me, I feel myself falling for him all over again.
I loved him before we slept together, but once we finally did, everything changed.
We were obsessed—skipping class, sneaking off to his place, doing anything just for an hour alone.
And now being able to see him almost everyday feels like something I should’ve been daydreaming about a long time ago.
My mom kicked me out, so I live with Arina now. I can come and go freely, which means we see each other a lot.
I stayed at his place for three days in a row. Arina ended up calling to check on me—just to make sure I was safe. She’s so dramatic.
But being with him is always so consuming—and unforgettable. And lying here in this moment, I remember exactly why I keep falling in love with him.
Over. And over, again.
Once he’s all the way in, I meet his heavy gaze while he moves, slow at first, letting me feel every inch. But after a few teasing thrusts, he’s slamming into me like he’s racing a clock.
Which technically he is.
My screams carry throughout the house—maybe even outside if someone’s close enough to hear.
I never used to scream during sex—until my pussy met Jacob.
This guy learned every button I had, and my body soaked up every second of it. He’s never told me to be quiet. If anything, I think he likes hearing me scream his name. Guys like their ego stroked more than their dick at times.
“I wish you could see yourself fucking my cock”, he pleads, pounding into me harder, his gaze locked on the shine from my wetness.
I feel my pussy dripping, begging for more.
He replaces my hand with his own, pinching my nipple hard before giving it a sharp flick. The shock tears through me, my back arching off the bed—my body can’t take it.
The sound of our bodies slapping is pure porn, and I’m losing my mind.
My pussy tightens around him, and he feels every bit of it—gripping my thighs tighter, he tugs me closer until I’m swallowed by him.
He buries himself inside me with one brutal final thrust, and I come undone, taking him with me.
“Fuck baby… this pussy feels so good”, he murmurs against my mouth before kissing me softly. He pulls all eight inches out of me, a helpless moan escaping. I don’t even try to hold it in.
Fuck… he feels unreal.
Turning he grabs a towel hanging in his closet, cock still throbbing and hard as he wipes himself clean. I love to watch him touch himself—even if it is him just wiping himself off. It’s enough to turn me on all over again.
I guess you can say I’m pretty much obsessed with him too. Him and his dick—in that order.
He walks over, brown eyes dark with hunger, and gently wipes me clean. He slides my underwear back up, his fingers dragging slower than they need to giving how much time we have.
But my body’s too weak to argue right now.
He lifts me easily, helping me sit upright before slipping my heels onto my feet. He leans in, kissing me again, deep and unhurried, letting his lips linger until all I can taste is him.
“Come on, sexy,” he murmurs against my lips. “We don’t want to be late…even though I’d much rather spend the rest of the night buried inside you.”
I bite back a grin. “Keep talking like that and we’re never making it out the door.”
His eyes darken, voice dropping low. “Don’t tempt me, Jaine. I will rip that pretty little dress off and make sure we can’t leave.”
A shiver runs through me, every nerve screaming for me to test him—to call his bluff, to let him.
My lips part, ready to say something reckless, but I swallow it down, forcing myself to stand. The look he gives me says he knows exactly how close I am too giving in. He smirks, gathers his keys and wallet, and threads his fingers through mine.
As we step outside, the cool air hits my skin feels heavy. A part of me is still inside that room, wishing I’d let him follow through on his threat.
At eighteen, being here with him feels like I just stepped into a world I may or may not be ready for.
But it’s also one I can’t see myself turning away from either.
Everything about him pulls me in—the way his eyes darken when he looks at me, the way his voice drops when he says my name—the warmth of his hand finding mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He has this calm confidence that makes me feel safe, even when I’m trembling inside.
Being able to fuck in the middle of the day then go to dinner afterwards, definitely doesn’t feel like the normal thing to do being so young.
But when he touches me, it’s like everything else disappears.
The way his body molds against mine, the way he holds me—it’s more than just hunger and desire. It’s the kind of closeness that feels like he’s reaching somewhere deeper, somewhere I can’t even hide.
Every breath, every moment between us is a feeling I’ve been longing for.
It’s raw and consuming all at once—like being completely undone and finally found at the same time.
Being with him always feels like the fairytale I’ve been waiting for.
The kind that makes you believe in forever, even when you know forever isn’t promised to any of us.
He makes me feel seen, like every broken piece of me finally fits somewhere.
And maybe that’s why even when I’m afraid of where this will go, I’d still choose him—every single time.