Chapter Sixteen #3
In a second, she unclips her bra and it falls away.
The feel of her peaked nipples against my chest is incredible.
My dick twitches in anticipation. I pray I can hold out.
My hands move to cup her breasts, my thumbs massaging the taut buds.
I lower my head and take one in my mouth at a time, sucking and licking the perfect little pink pebbles, which flourish the more attention I give them.
Her hand goes to the back of my head, and she groans with need.
Fuck. That noise. I may not hold out.
I go back to kissing her with the same level of passion and intensity inside the pickup after we’d been to the lake, breathless and eager.
She responds, pressing into me, our hands roaming over one another’s bodies.
Wordlessly, I urge her to shift, so that she’s no longer kneeling, but lying down for me.
She does so, a multitude of pillows meaning she’s propped up, hair now splayed out, meaning she can watch as I hook my fingers into the lace of her thong and ease it down her thighs.
She lifts her ass a fraction to help, so that I can peel the material away, her knees slightly bent, her legs slightly open.
When she’s fully naked, I can see the folds of her pussy, slick and wet and swollen for me, and that’s when I know I’m not gonna go the distance.
She puts one arm above her head. I love her confidence as her eyes go to my underwear, as if to say ‘your turn’.
Straightening again, I take them down, careful not to catch my dick, swollen and rock hard.
I get to my feet to retrieve a condom, but when I lower myself back to my knees, she’s there to assist, opening the packet and taking the latex in one hand and my shaft in the other.
She takes care to roll it all the way down and secure it in place at the base.
Then she goes to lie back down. I watch her arch her back a little, open her thighs a fraction wider, taking both my hands in hers and encouraging me to move forward.
‘Can I touch you first?’ I ask, because the memory of her wet pussy against my fingers has not left me in the thirty hours since I last touched her.
Serenity gives me a sweet smile and nods her head, even takes my hand and guides my fingers to the places they wanna go.
Her back arches further as I move against her inner thigh, before encountering her warmth, my fingers tracing the line of her pussy before sliding against her clit.
She lets out a tremored sigh, a sign that permits me to go further, do more.
Little lightning bolts explode in my balls and up my shaft, my dick flexing, telling my fingers to hurry things along because he’s dying for entry.
I tell my dick to hurry up and wait.
Her eyes are half-lidded as I massage her clit.
I find her entrance and slip one finger fully inside before adding another.
She’s tight and so fucking wet. Her head tilts back as the pad of my thumb brushes up against her clit.
Her breaths are erratic. She moves lower, getting herself comfortable.
My mind starts to race as my dick gets more impatient.
I shift my body, so that I’m above her and I can gaze down at her face, my fingers still lodged inside her.
‘Jake,’ she whispers, and I’m undone. I’ve hit my limit. The sound of my name on her lips almost sends me over the edge.
My body’s between her open thighs. Most guys I know don’t like missionary position because of the upper body strength required for prolonged thrusting.
Us pro-athletes, we’ve got no problem with it, because compared to some of the workouts we’re expected to do, sex in the missionary position feels like a walk in the park.
‘Serenity,’ I say, and her eyes float open. We watch each other for a moment, searching one another’s expressions. She gives me a small nod, as though giving her consent.
Reaching down, I grasp my shaft, edging forward, seeking entrance.
‘Look at me,’ she murmurs, and I lift my eyes.
She places one hand against my cheek just as the tip of my dick finds where it needs to be.
She opens her legs even wider, tilts her hips as I push, and with complete eye contact between us, I feed myself inside her, as deep as I can manage as her eyes roll back in her head.
I immerse myself in the feeling. To be joined with her like this, with her… it’s fucking heaven.
A wince flickers across her features.
‘Does it hurt?’ I ask.
‘No, no,’ is her reply. ‘It feels really good.’
I try to say something, but it comes out as a grunt as instinct takes over, and my hips begin to move of their own accord. I feel Serenity’s thighs shift, and realize she’s wrapped her legs around my waist, and is grinding with me.
We fall into a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, my hips working, hers rocking in sync with each drive.
‘Yes,’ I moan, and she whimpers in response.
She pulls me closer, our kisses wild, breathless and messy.
After a minute or so, I feel a burn in my upper arms. She’s rasping now, and I pray I can bring her to a release before I lose control and come inside her.
I want so badly to leave her satisfied. I move my hand to her hip, lift her knee higher, which shifts the angle of my thrusts so I can drive deeper.
Her eyes fly open. I watch as her mouth opens, as though she’s trying to vocalize something, but our movements have robbed her of the ability to think straight.
‘Right there,’ she manages, ‘oh god, Jake, don’t stop, don’t s—’
Her breasts bounce with my every thrust. On her face is a look of tormented ecstasy that I will never forget so long as I can draw breath.
She’s sensational. She’s mmm-ing and aah-ing like she’s edging closer until out of nowhere, she gasps.
There’s a split-second moment where she’s still, before her head goes back.
She pushes her chest out and that’s when I feel it.
The walls of her pussy gripping me, in spasm.
Unbridled, blissful cries fill the room as her body shudders, and I feel her come around me.
I slow my speed, but pride pounds in my veins. That was me. I made her feel that good.
Her eyes flutter open and her hand goes to my cheek.
My breath is uneven, like I just fought my way through an offensive tackle. ‘You’re beautiful,’ I splutter.
She breaks out into a huge smile, verging on a laugh, like she can’t quite believe what just happened. My balls tighten at the sight of her all sated, sweaty and post-orgasm.
‘Do you mind if I…?’ I ask, because every cell in my body is screaming out with desire for her.
She nods enthusiastically. I pick up speed again. I can’t hold out much longer, but the concern I felt at leaving her unsatisfied is gone. I stroke into her, over and over, and her nails claw my back.
‘That’s it,’ she murmurs, and I feel my climax start to build, the explosion beginning deep within my balls.
My hips grind erratically, before my dick twitches and pure, unfiltered pleasure pulses through my bones.
The noises that emerge from my lips are almost savage, but damn if Serenity ain’t smiling up at me as I fill the condom, our gazes locked, driving into her until I’m spent.
My body goes limp. I sink down, careful not to crush her, sliding out of her and using my elbow to lower myself down by her side.
We lie there for a moment, bodies in disarray, naked and breathless.
‘Are you alright?’ I breathe.
‘I’m good,’ she hums in return.
I sit up to deal with the condom. I get up and walk butt naked to the bathroom to dispose of it.
When I come back, Serenity’s snuggled under the covers.
The apples of her cheeks are tinged a rose pink, her skin dewy with afterglow, her hair splayed out over the pillows.
I climb inside with her, and she tangles her legs up with mine, leaning her head against my chest. For a few moments, neither of us talks.
‘Can I make an observation?’ she says eventually.
I clear my throat. ‘Sure.’
‘What was the name of the second girlfriend? The brainiac?’
‘Gracie Olavsen.’
‘Oh. Okay, well… It’s just that I think Gracie Olavsen might have been missing out.’
My laughter comes from deep within my chest. I sink lower and stroke her hair, kissing Serenity’s lips.
‘I never had good sex like that before,’ I whisper against her mouth.
‘Me either,’ she says back and then we’re doing the eye contact thing again. The mood between us is so intense that I almost look away.
‘I need to tell you something,’ I say.
‘What is it?’
‘Sam Conway paid me a visit. After I left here, Friday night. Wants me to take her daughter out on another date. Practically threatened me when I refused.’
Her eyebrows creep up. ‘Another date with Lemon?’
I shake my head. ‘I swear, there’s nothing to it. She thinks I’m single, which I’m clearly not, but I can’t tell anybody else that yet.’
‘You’re not single?’ she asks with a smile.
I flash her a grin. ‘No, and I’m hoping neither are you.’
I lean forward, kiss her mouth, use my tongue. I linger, because I want her to know that I’m being serious. ‘I’m crazy about you, Serenity. I know the rules. I know what you’re risking for me. But you’re my girl, okay? I mean, if you… if you wanted to be.’
‘I want to be your girl,’ she says. ‘I guess I’m just scared of what happens if we get found out.’
I lean up on my elbow, support my head on one hand. ‘Then we just keep things between us, like we have been, just us two. Nobody else needs to know. We meet here. ’Til we can figure all this out.’
She reaches up and strokes my face. I think I might be obsessed with her. Or maybe I’m falling in love.
She’s everything I want.
‘What do you say?’ I ask, and I can’t shake the trepidation in my voice. Not for the first time today, I’m nervous.
She sucks on her bottom lip, as if she’s thinking on it.
When she nods her head, it’s slow, as though maybe she’s unsure, because she’s the one taking all the chances.
I’ll take it. I know I can protect her from anything. So long as she’s mine, we’ll be unstoppable.
When I lean down and kiss Serenity Harper’s lips again, I know that nothing can stand in our way.
Contract or no contract.