Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jazzy is like an offering from the gods. Laid out before me, completely naked, feeding me her juices from her fingers like one of those lollipops you dip into sugar powder over and over.
“I think I want to drink from the source,” I tell her as I shift down to settle between her legs.
Jazzy’s eyes land on mine. I drag my tongue up, licking her from the bottom to the top, pressing harder on her clit.
“Oh, fuck!” she moans, arching her pussy, an offering I’m not going to turn away.
My hands slip underneath her, cupping her ass, holding her still as I go to town feasting on her pussy.
I push my tongue into her opening, fucking her with it before I move back to her clit and suck on the hard nub.
Jazzy’s legs squeeze my head. I don’t care if she snaps my neck with her thighs. I’d happily die right here.
“Jake!”
Hearing my name screamed from her lips has my dick hardening more than it already was. As soon as Jazzy comes down from her orgasm, I work my way back up her body, kissing every part I can. Stopping to suck on her nipples, cupping one breast while my mouth lavishes the other, and then alternating.
Before long, Jazzy is writhing underneath me again. Her legs circle my waist. “I want…”
My head snaps up, my gaze meeting hers. “What do you want?” I ask her.
“I want you naked.”
“That I can do. Don’t move.” I stand and shrug out of my jacket. Then, as quickly as I possibly can, I strip out of my shirt before toeing off my shoes and undoing my pants.
“How do you look like that?” Jazzy gasps.
“Like what?”
“So… fit. Toned.” She’s staring at my abs.
“I work out. A lot,” I tell her.
“At the gym?” Her face scrunches up.
I laugh. “Yes, at the gym.”
“That seems… awful,” she says.
“I like it.” It’s the truth.
I climb back on the bed, and Jazzy’s hands roam over my shoulders, down and up my arms, and then lower. To my abs. “You’re so hard everywhere. And I’m…”
“You’re what?” I ask her.
“Flabby.”
I look at her in shock. She did not just call herself flabby. “Are you kidding me?”
“What?”
“Jazzy, your body is fucking perfection. There isn’t an inch of you I don’t love. That I won’t worship.”
“You’ve been dating supermodels, Jake. Why would you want to settle for me?”
“No one measures up to you, Jazzy. Your beauty takes my breath away,” I tell her. “And if you call my fiancée flabby again, we will have issues.”
“I’m not your fiancée. You haven’t asked me to marry you,” she says.
I pause. “I will. When the time is right, I will give you the proposal you deserve.”
My lips land on hers, silencing any of her concerns. I don’t know where they came from, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her doubt herself. Jazzy is fucking gorgeous, with curves in all the right places.
“I fucking love you,” I say as I line the tip of my cock up with her entrance.
“I love you too,” Jazzy says. “I’d love you more if you hurried up and fucked me.”
Hearing those words out of sweet little Jazzy’s mouth is shocking. But who am I to deny the woman what she wants?
I thrust into her, pausing. Her pussy clenches around my dick.
“You feel so good,” I groan and then it hits me. I forgot protection. Again. “Jaz, you want to stop and get a condom?” She should have a choice in this.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, lifting her hips. “I like feeling you inside me. Like this. Nothing between us.”
“Me too,” I moan as I pull out and thrust back in. We complement each other. We’re so fucking in sync. It’s never been like this with anyone else. Never been this good.
Moving onto my knees, I pick up Jazzy’s legs, placing her ankles on each of my shoulders as I fuck her relentlessly while watching her breasts bounce. I’ve never wanted more hands before. Now I want so many more. I want to be touching this woman everywhere.
Jazzy screams as an orgasm tears through her.
Her pussy clenching me so damn tight I think I’m going to burst. But I’m not ready to be done yet.
Pulling out, I flip her over so she’s lying on her stomach, then pick up her hips.
Her ass is now on full display for me. Lining my cock up with her entrance, I push inside.
“So fucking good,” I groan, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as I fuck her. I reach lower, circling my thumb around her puckered rear hole. Jazzy tenses. She turns to watch me. “Have you ever been fucked here?” I push the tip of my thumb into her ass.
“N-no,” Jazzy says.
I smile. “Good, I like knowing I’m your first,” I tell her. “And your last.”
“Same.”
I could have fucked a handful of girls in high school, before prom. I had them throwing themselves at me. But I never took them up on their offers, because I was waiting for her. Jazzy. And I’m so fucking glad I did.
I pick up my pace. I can feel my balls tighten.
“Don’t pull out,” Jazzy says.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” My cum dripping out of her pussy was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to see it again. My fingers bruise her skin as I come, filling her with my seed.
Collapsing next to Jazzy on the bed, I then pull her limp body on top of mine. Our hearts beating rapidly as we catch our breaths.
“That was fucking amazing.” I press my lips against the top of her head.
“You were right,” Jazzy says.
“About what?”
“You have improved since we were teenagers.” She giggles and then stops. “But that means you’ve had a lot of practice.” She looks up at me, her nose wrinkled in disgust.
“Not a lot.” I’m not going to lie. We’ve both dated other people over the years. Well, she’s dated. I’ve fucked. I never let anyone get close to me.
“What really happened, Jake?” Jazzy asks.
“When?”
“On prom night? What really happened that made you leave?”
I stiffen. I’ve managed to avoid telling her exactly what I did on prom night. “I just got you back, Jazzy. I don’t want to lose you again.”
“Why would telling me what happened make you lose me?”
“Because if you knew what I did, you’d hate me. You would think I was a monster.”
“I could never hate you, Jake,” she says. “I should hate you. You left me to wake up alone after taking my virginity. That should make me hate you, and I still can’t.”
“You know you weren’t the only virgin that night,” I remind her. “You keep saying I took your virginity. You also took mine.”
“I know.” She smiles. “Seriously though, just tell me.”
I close my eyes. Maybe telling her will show her once and for all that she should stay away from me. Because God knows I don’t have the strength to do it myself. “Remember that douchebag you were supposed to go to prom with?”
“Lochlan,” she says, remembering the asshole way too fast.
“Yeah,” I groan.
“What about him?”
“I overheard him in the locker room, talking about how he was going to pop your cherry. I lost it. I followed him home from school, waited for him to be alone, and then I snapped.”
“What do you mean you snapped?” Jazzy asks.
My arms tighten around her. Afraid if I don’t hold her tight, she’s going to run away. “I beat the shit out of him. I know I broke his ankle—that bit, I did on purpose.”
“What bit didn’t you do on purpose?”
“I killed him, Jazzy. I didn’t mean to, but once I started, I couldn’t stop,” I admit.
She stares up at me, blinking but not saying anything. “You killed him?”
“I swear I didn’t mean to do it. I just… didn’t stop when I should have.”
“What happened after that?”
“I called my father. I didn’t know what to do.” I sigh.
“What you should have done was call me. I could have helped you. I would have helped you.”
“I didn’t want you to find out… I know how much you hate what your family does, the violence. The last thing I wanted was for you to think I was just as violent.”
“What did your father do?” she asks.
“He called in The Court… to cover it up. There was footage from nearby security cameras. Footage The Court kept as leverage to be used against me whenever they wanted,” I explain.
“I kept you away, because my father told me some of the horrific things that The Court had done over the years, and if I were to ever piss them off, they’d go after the people I love. ”
“Your parents…” she repeats.
I nod.
“I still love you.” Jazzy leans up and presses her lips against mine. “I don’t agree with what you did, what happened to Lochlan, but I love you.”
“I went to therapy. It was like a camp. My father made me leave and sort out my head. Learned how to control my anger.” I chuckle. “I don’t have a violent streak, Jazzy. I just won’t ever stand by and let someone disrespect you.”
“Thank you for telling me.”
“You’re not going to run for the hills?”
“You’re in my apartment. Where would I run to?”
“You have endless resources at your disposal. You could go anywhere,” I tell her.
“But I’m right where I’ve always wanted to be.” Jazzy lowers her head, resting her cheek against the center of my chest.