Chapter 10 - Eden
EDEN
I’m sweating and shivering all at the same time.
My entire body feels like it’s made of liquid while I rest the back of my head against his flannel and shirt.
I turn my face and gulp in a deep breath.
His manly scent, spicy with a little musk, mingles with something citrusy.
The scent as a whole is uniquely him. A smile forms at the thought. I like how my daddy smells.
The buzzing in my ears starts to die down. My senses slowly come back. I’ve never come so hard in my life. That’s when I feel it. His hands push the skirt of the dress I’m wearing to work up my thighs. My sex clenches. It’s almost like she can feel his eyes soaking in the sight of her.
“Fuck,” he whispers. I fight the exhaustion that is trying to take me under from the high he just gifted me and glance at him drowsily.
He’s no longer standing at the table but kneeling in front of it. At this height his face is eye level with my pussy, and I’m suddenly reenergized. I just came hard and beautifully, reaching a peak I didn’t know existed. I should be worn out. But I’m not.
Not even close.
There is an insatiable hunger low in my belly for this man. And by the way he’s looking at me, the way he’s touching my lips, grazing my slit with the pads of his fingers, I think he knows it.
“How’s my angel?” he asks, the tip of his finger grazing my entrance. In and out, making my toes curl. “You’re still nice and wet. You think you can go again?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I don’t want to say I can and take so long he feels disappointed.
“You could never disappoint me,” he mumbles, kissing the inside of my thigh, making me realize I said the words out loud.
I gasp at the feeling of his scruffiness against my sensitive skin.
His beard is soft but coarse, and it makes the ache grow.
The way his teeth scrape against my tender flesh has me clenching my hands into tight fists.
“Jacob,” I whimper. “Daddy,” I whisper. I feel his smile as he peppers kisses from one thigh to the other.
“Yes, sweetness?”
“I need more.” My voice is breathy. I can’t seem to catch my breath from the anticipation. I have no idea how he’s done this to me, made my body a slave to his touch from one fingering session.
“More? Hmm,” he sighs and breathes in deeply. I am more than aware of the fact that he is smelling me. I would have thought it would embarrass me, but it doesn’t. Not when he’s looking up at me, his hazel gaze feeling like he’s about to eat my alive. “You’re going to get so much more.”
The sound of a zipper sliding down fills the space, and I look to the side just in time to watch him pull himself out the front of his pants.
His thick rod springs forward, and my mouth waters at the sight.
He’s not only long but thick. I arch my back up to try and reach for him, but he shakes his head.
His face is set sternly, so I know he’s not going to let me touch him. Not yet at least.
“Lie back, baby girl. Daddy’s hungry.” The depth of his voice makes me shiver, and I do what he asks. Just like that. I lie back, resting my weight on my elbows because I want to watch him.
I need it.
His large hands push my thick thighs apart, and the noise that vibrates through his chest has me feeling hot and cold all at the same time.
“Jesus Christ, sweetness, look at this pretty, pink pussy.” The pads of his thumbs brush against my slit in a barely-there touch that leaves a trail of heat and a soul-searing ache.
“Daddy!” I gasp and I feel him open me up. His gaze on my most intimate part, spreading me wide and making me vulnerable to him. We haven’t known one another long, but I know I can trust him with anything.
Including my heart.
He leans in and immediately proves just that when he kisses my sex. His lips drag against me before his tongue moves into play and he groans when he tastes me. I lose sight of him because my eyes close as I feel him love me with his mouth. It’s slow at first. Like he’s savoring me.
Savoring quickly turns into devouring.
The attention Jacob’s giving me is almost like he’s been starving and I’m the only thing that can sate that hunger.
I’m shocked by how quickly I get close to crashing down again.
“Jacob, oh god, Daddy!” my voice strains as it builds higher, and he knows it.
One hand takes over spreading me open almost obscenely as his other hand moves and two fingers slide inside, to the hilt.
I cry out, and he growls again. The primal sounds vibrate against my clit he currently is sucking and pulling.
In and out, letting his tongue lick around it before repeating the move again.
“Daddy! Oh god!” My cries start to turn into a chant I can’t stop. Not when he’s building an orgasm that will ruin me. Who am I kidding? He could stop and leave me unfulfilled, and I would already be ruined.
But Jacob’s not a monster.
He’s a freaking genius with how he plays my body.
The grace and force, the skills the man has with knowing how I need to be touched are insane.
Nothing like the experiences I’ve had in the past. They were lackluster compared to what he’s doing.
He takes me out of my head until all thoughts vanish, leaving me to just feel.
And I do.
I feel everything as he pours his undivided attention into me while his mouth and hands love me.
Before I know it, I’m coming, crashing down, feeling wetness gush from between my legs as fireworks go off behind my eyes.
My body drops to the tabletop. Despite the snow outside, I’m sweating.
My skin is slick and warm to the touch. In the back of my mind, I can hear him moving.
His movements are erratic, almost jerky.
I can hear him pull his pants down and feel his hands pull my hips toward him. That’s when my eyes open and I watch him.
Jacob Alba, this big, beautiful man, looks down at me like he can hardly hold himself back. The way he’s staring at my body, taking in the sight of me on the table, dress hiked up my waist, torn tights, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever stared at. “Sit up.” He swallows hard.
“What?”
“Sit up, baby,” he repeats. His voice sounds like gravel. I do as he asks, and he wraps his arms around me, resting his fingers against the top of the zipper of my dress that rests right behind my neck.
“We can stop,” he offers, but that’s the last thing I want.
“Please don’t, Jacob. I need you,” I whisper. I’m not lying. He may have made me see stars twice in the most beautiful way, but my body needs it.
No, my heart and soul do, too.
“Daddy, please,” I whine. His eyes shut. His nose flares. His jaw is slick with my essence, and he’s never looked hotter. Something takes over me, and I lean forward, licking myself off his chin.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Eden.”
“Please,” I whisper, pulling back, staring up at him. “I need you, Jacob.”
“I should do better than this.”
“Better?” I ask, slightly confused. All I can think about, all I want, is him. Inside me, claiming me with nothing between us.
Screw the consequences.
“I should have prepared a beautiful room with rose petals tossed around a bed for you. Not fuck you on top of a table in the backroom of the beauty shop you work at.”
“Why? I don’t need that. Jacob, I’m twenty-six and—"
“Fuck,” he groans, resting his forehead against my shoulder.
“What?”
“You’re twelve years younger than me.”
“That’s not a bad thing,” I whisper. My fingers play with the back of his hair. “Are you…”
“What?” He pulls back, his hazel eyes burning into mine.
“Having second thoughts? About this. About… us?” As scary as it is to put yourself out there, I don’t do games or bullshit.
“No, beautiful. Hell no, angel. I would never have second thoughts about us.” He lifts his head.
“Then the rest is just details,” I whisper. Jacob grazes my nose with his.
“Details? Angel—"
“You’re giving me a reason to smile every time I step foot in here,” I admit honestly. “Please? Give me a reason to smile. Give me a memory I can think about every time I walk in here, one I’ll love.”
“Fuck, yes.” His mouth crashes against mine in a possessive kiss.
It’s rough and wet.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and I can’t seem to get enough. I like the idea of me on his mouth. Of my own mark on him. Daddy’s hands start to unzip the dress, and before I know it, he’s pulled it up and over my body. Tearing down my bra, pulling my breasts out of the front.
He looks like an animal gone feral.
He leans in and pulls one stiff nipple into his mouth, and I cry out his name. He tugs at the turgid flesh, letting his teeth scrape against me. Every pull of his mouth makes me hotter, wetter. I’m a messy, wet puddle of need by the time he starts to push me down and covers my body with his.
“Jacob.”
“Shh, I got you, baby girl. Christ, I got you. I promise.” He reaches between us, lining up his thick head at my entrance. My arms wrap around him, not in fear but to hold him to me. I love the way his skin feels against mine. His hard chest flush up against mine.
“Daddy,” I purr.
“Fuck!” His forehead rests against mine, and he pushes the tip in.
“Oh, wow!” I gasp. The heel of my foot rests on the small of his back. Pushing him in a little deeper. “You’re so big, Daddy,” I whisper and watch him shut his eyes.
“You can’t say shit like that to me, angel.”
“You are, though.”
“God, it feels good. You feel so damn good.” He opens his eyes. Nothing but love shines through his golden gaze.
“Love me,” I whisper. “Love me good, Daddy.”
“I do,” he grunts, pushing in a little more. Sweat forms at his brow. “I love you so much, Eden,” he confesses, and I know it’s not pretty words shared in the heat of a moment.
I can see it.
Feel it.
“I love you, too, Jacob. Love me. I love you, Daddy, please stretch me. Give me you.” I’m not above begging. I whimper when he pulls back, but I’m rewarded almost immediately when he pushes back in.
Deeper and a little harder this time.
“Yes,” I hiss when he gives me exactly what I asked for. He thrusts in completely. The pain melts into soul-searing pleasure. I cling to him as he fucks me harder. Whatever thread of control he was holding on to snaps.
His thrusts are erratic. He ruts in and out of my body, making sure to press his pelvic bone against my clit with every pull. “Daddy,” I cry out and hold on for dear life.
I don’t see the orgasm coming.
It plows right through me, making my body convulse and my voice crack. But he doesn’t stop. Jacob somehow knows my body better than I know it. He milks another orgasm from me before I feel the warmth of his release flood my pussy.
His exhausted body drops onto me, and I love the feeling of his weight on me. “Shit,” he curses, trying to pull back, but I hold on tight.
“Don’t go yet. I still need you,” I say softly.
“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his own arms around me while we lie on top of the breakroom table naked and spent. “So damn sweet. My beautiful angel.”
After a while, he pulls away and looks at me.
“You okay, Eden?” I can see the concern plastered on his face, and all I can do is smile.
I touch his face, and he leans in and presses a kiss against my lips. “I’m more than great,” I whisper, and his eyes soften. I shiver when the heater kicks in.
“We should get you home before this storm really kicks in.”
“I drove to work,” I remind him, and he scowls.
“I know,” he mumbles. “I hated getting up this morning knowing I wasn’t driving straight to you.” He pouts, and the smile on my face almost hurts from how big it is.
“So, that just happened, huh?” I bite my lower lip.
His eyes turn soft, almost gentle. He stands up and reaches for the flannel I used as a pillow before extending his hand to help me up.
My legs feel a little wobbly, but I manage to stay up.
He pulls the flannel over me, buttoning it up from the first button to the last. “What are you doing?” I giggle. His lips twitch.
“Dressing you.”
“I have my dress.” I point to the discarded fabric on the floor, and he grunts.
“I like you wearing me.”
“I’m wearing you in more ways than one,” I sass, pressing my thighs together, and I know he doesn’t miss it. I can feel him trickling out of me. His hands move between my legs. He does it with confidence, like I belong to him, and all it does is make me melt into him.
“I like you wearing me in all ways, angel.”
“Jacob,” I whisper.
“I know we did this a little backwards,” he keeps talking, “but you gotta know, me telling you I love you was not just me saying shit in the moment.” I can see how important it is for him for me to understand, and I do. One hundred percent.
“I know.” I smile, and he relaxes. Almost like he’s been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I love you, too, Jacob,” I admit again, now clear-headed and not in the middle of the hurricane of lust we just experienced.
“Thank fuck,” he sighs happily. His hands stroke the sides of my head. I can only imagine how wild my blonde hair must be.
“Is it crazy? This thing between us? We just met and—" His lips touch mine to quiet me and my mind. When he pulls back, Jacob looks very much like what I always thought men in love looked like.
I know the difference, since I’ve seen my brothers change when they found their ones.
“If this is crazy, I don’t want to be sane.” His words may sound like a line, but in my ears, they feel like poetry. Poetry spoken in truth and honesty.
“Me too. I want to be crazy with you.” I stroke his chest.
“If it weren’t snowing right now, I would drag your cute ass to the closest wedding chapel.”
“And if it weren’t snowing, I would go with you,” I reassure him.
“Angel, you’re a temptation.” His lips twitch, and he kisses the top of my head. “Come on, let’s get you home. We’ll leave your car here.”
“Okay,” I agree easily. I’ve lived in Moonlit Pines most of my life. I know how quickly a storm can turn into a blizzard and how dangerous it can be to get stuck in the elements.
I watch as he tosses his thermal back on, and we walk out together hand in hand to his truck. It’s cold, but the moment our eyes connect in the cab, I start to warm up and look forward to getting home.