Chapter 21 Jane #2
I glare at him even as my arousal spikes to hear him call me his little slut again and at his promise to break me. It’s exactly what I want. What I crave.
Without warning, he rams his hips upward, slamming his cock home so hard my vision blinks out for a few seconds.
The myriad of sensations overwhelms me, wrenching a scream from my throat before he cuts it off with a hand over my mouth.
The breaths I’m allowed to take through my nose ghost over his knuckles in swift puffs as the need to move on his cock becomes unbearable.
Unable to take it any longer, I try to undulate my body against his, but the grips he has on my face and waist jolt me in warning.
“Don’t you dare move,” he growls. “Piss me off and I drop you to the floor. I’ll make you watch as I fuck my fist until I come all over your pretty face. Then I’ll tie your hands so you can’t get yourself off. Is that what you want?”
I shake my head as vigorously as I can with him holding it hostage.
It’s not the first part of his threat I object to—I actually make a note to add that to my fantasy bucket list—but not getting to orgasm, not getting fucked by Chance now that I finally have him inside me again, would be the worst kind of torture.
“Good,” he says, “because if there’s one thing I enjoy the hell out of, it’s fucking this tight pussy of yours. I want it to be mine. To have all the goddamn time—whenever and however I want it. You’d be my own personal fuck toy. Just you, Jane.”
His words catapult me into mental ecstasy. Whimpering, I plead with my eyes to give us the physical euphoria we hunger for. But it doesn’t matter how hard his baser instincts ride him; he won’t surrender to them until he’s good and ready.
“Yeah, I think you like that idea. But I wonder if you know what you’re getting yourself into.
You think I demanded a lot before, but you haven’t seen anything yet.
You’ll be my only outlet for all the things lurking in my deviant fucking mind.
My permanent little slut to do what I want with.
” He removes the hand over my mouth and asks, “You ready for that, Jane? Because I sure as fuck am.”
Truthfully, he just described my idea of relationship heaven, but that stubborn streak he mentioned earlier makes me defiantly silent. He smacks my ass and I cry out in surprise, then relish the sweet pain. “Answer me. Is that what you want?”
When my body jerked in response to the spanking, I got a taste, a teasing reminder, of how phenomenal it feels to ride his cock.
To feel his hard flesh pumping inside me again and again, the veins and ridges dragging over my sensitive walls and rubbing the spot that could send me flying apart in mere seconds.
It’s more than enough to make me cave.
“Yes, goddamn it, that’s what I want!”
“Good answer.” With that, he makes good on his promise.
Over and over, Chance pistons his hips, fucking me for all he’s worth.
All I can do is hang on and accept his gloriously punishing thrusts.
My inner thighs grow tender with bruises from the repeated jabs of his hipbones, and still I don’t want him to stop.
His hands are restless, alternating between pulling my hair, gripping my jaw, encircling my throat, and slapping my ass.
If someone asked, I’d be hard-pressed to pick a favorite.
Everything this man does to me turns me on to no end.
“That’s it,” he says. “Squeeze my cock as I fuck that hot cunt, baby. Fuck, I missed this. Missed fucking my little slut.” I cry out and a fresh wave of arousal crashes through me when he yanks my head to the side and whispers harshly.
“The next time you cause me to go without this pussy, I’ll invite my friends over and let them have a turn.
A good pussy should never go to waste. Just because you won’t let me enjoy it doesn’t mean others shouldn’t. ”
Jesus Christ. The humiliation game jumped several levels with that image.
Picturing him watching his friends pass me around like some kind of fuck toy is scorching hot like I can’t even explain.
It’s not a fantasy I’d want played out in reality, and I know Chance is dead against sharing me, so it’s safe to indulge in the taboo thoughts and implied degradation.
He must see it in my eyes because he curses under his breath and revokes the threat as quickly as he’d issued it. “Fuck that. You’re mine. Only mine.”
The heat swirling in my belly is now a churning pit of fiery lava on the brink of erupting.
My legs begin to tremble, and I clamp them harder around his waist in a futile attempt to squeeze my thighs together to ease the throbbing ache.
Beads of sweat break out on his forehead and strained lines bracket his eyes and mouth, proving I’m not the only one struggling to hold out.
But whereas he has an iron will, I’m fighting a losing battle.
As my climax nears its peak, I whimper and plead for the release only he can give me. His pace quickens, and he changes the angle so his pubic bone strikes my clit with every thrust. I moan and squeeze my eyes shut as the tingling races beneath my skin.
“Tell me you’re mine!”
“I’m yours!” I scream, meaning it down to the marrow of my bones.
With a final roar ripped from his chest, he pushes home one last time, and we come together in the most intense orgasm of my life.
After a minute and still clinging to each other, he moves lazily inside me, coaxing me through the aftershocks and drawing out our pleasure for as long as possible.
Eventually, he eases me down his body and makes sure I’m steady on my feet.
He readjusts my boy shorts then tucks himself back into his jeans, only bothering to pull up the zipper.
Tears prick the backs of my eyes, and I don’t even know why.
I suspect it’s partially from the intensity of what we just shared after our time apart and partially from the uncertainty of where we go from here that’s sitting like a brick in my stomach.
Despite all that, I give him a watery smile.
Don’t mind me. I’m just acting like a silly girl. Everything is totally fine.
Sighing, he frames my face with the rough hands I love so much and stares deep into my eyes. “I fucked up the best thing in my life when I walked out that night. But I swear to you, I won’t make that mistake twice. I’m sorry I hurt you, sweetness. So goddamn sorry.”
I grab onto his wrists as though it will anchor me in this moment and give them a small squeeze. “I’m sorry, too. I never meant for you to think that your stripping is a deal breaker. As long as you’re coming home to me, I don’t care who you dance for.”
A flicker of surprise skates over his features, then he smiles and places a kiss on each of my palms before holding them against his chest. “You’re something else, you know that?”
I shrug and hope the twinge in my gut at the thought of him still working bachelorette parties doesn’t show on my face. I said I didn’t care. I didn’t say I wouldn’t like it. It’s not something he’ll do forever—I know that—so I’m happy to wait it out if it means we’re together.
“You’re a much better person than me,” he continues, “because if I ever saw another man touch you like you saw your cousin touching me, I’d kill him.”
“Believe me, the thought crossed my mind, but explaining it to my aunt would’ve been a pain in the ass.”
The vibrations from his chuckle roll through me, warming me from the inside like fine brandy. “I like that you want me all to yourself, baby, and as it turns out, I have a weakness for giving you what you want. So, I’m done.”
“Done?”
He nods. “You’re the only woman I’m going to dance for ever again.”
My heart leaps into my throat, and I struggle to swallow it back down so I can speak. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious. When I told you I didn’t have a reason to stop, it was bullshit.
You are my reason. But I’m not doing it just for you.
I’m doing it for myself. I’m doing it for us.
” He’s choosing me. He’s choosing us. Chance softly brushes away my runaway tears with the backs of his knuckles.
“I need to be with you, Jane. I love you.”
I freeze, my breath stuck in my chest. I know what this admission is costing him. Big, strong, unaffected Chance Danvers has flayed himself open and made himself vulnerable to a woman who hasn’t yet given him any indication of whether she feels the same way. “You…love me?”
“More than I ever thought possible.” He lowers his forehead to mine and watches the path his thumb makes over my lower lip. “Say something, sweetness,” he says in a raspy voice. “Please.”
“Say it again.”
Hot tears fall past my lashes to stream down my face. Chance catches them with his thumbs and wipes them away. “I fucking love you.”
Joy bursts from me in the form of a clipped laugh. “Of all the toe-curling, heart-stopping things you’ve ever uttered to me, that is my absolute favorite.”
“Good, because from now on, I’m focusing my attention on two things: running my companies and loving the hell out of you.” One side of his mouth lifts up—an attempt at his trademark cocky grin, but I can’t help notice it’s missing its usual confidence. “If you’ll still have me.”
Ah, and there it is. He’s still unsure about everything, and I know it’s because it all happened in the heat of the moment.
The things he said to me were part of an act, part of the way we play together “in the bedroom,” and now he’s worried that maybe my words weren’t genuine or that I feel differently now that lust is no longer clouding my judgment.
Gazing into the fathomless pools of midnight blue, I will him to hear the truth of what I’m about to say.
“That first night you showed up, you not only fixed my sink, you fixed me. You offered to make my fantasies a reality, encouraged me to embrace my most secret desires. You taught me to be shameless and made me feel like I wasn’t broken simply for wanting what I wanted.
My heart will only ever beat for you, Chance.
” I smile, the tears now streaming uncontrollably down my face. “I love you.”
At last the shadows of doubt are chased away and his brilliant smile matches mine. Chance catches me up against him, lifting me off the floor, and kisses me long and hard until our need for air forces us to break apart.
“God, I fucking missed you,” he rasps.
“Me, too. I missed us.”
“Then let’s not waste any more time getting us back.”
He slowly lowers me until I’m once again on my feet, then takes a step back, reaches a hand behind his head, and pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion.
My mouth waters with the desire to lick over his chest, the small buds of his nipples, and every ridge of muscle gracing his torso…
But then I get distracted when his hands move to the fly of his jeans.
My hungry gaze watches his fingers draw the zipper down, revealing what I didn’t get to see when he took me like a madman before.
I lick my lips in anticipation as he takes out his already hardening cock and starts stroking, making himself ready for me.
He pointedly looks at my clothes and jerks his chin. “Do what you should’ve done earlier and take them off, Jane. Show me what’s mine.”
My chest squeezes remembering he said something similar to me the first night I met him. “…Get naked so I can see what’s mine.” I’d wondered back then what it would be like to be claimed by him, and now I know. It’s a feeling I can’t begin to articulate and one I don’t intend on taking for granted.
Eager to obey him, I shed my clothes quickly and wait for the next command.
He whispers, “Breathtaking,” and for the first time, I believe him.
I push my shoulders back a bit more and stand a little taller—the result of my newfound confidence thanks to Chance.
He can have any woman he wants, and he chose me.
My nipples pucker under the weight of his stare and a rush of warmth floods my sex, but the part of me that’s swelling the most is my heart.
This is where I belong, with this man, loving him and being loved by him.
Whether he’s stroking my hair as we fall asleep or he’s pulling on it as he pounds me into the mattress, I know the love we have for each other is real, and it’s forever.
“I hope you’re ready to be sore as hell, baby,” he says, his voice gravelly and the cords of his neck standing out with restraint, “because I plan on making up for the last several weeks of pent-up sexual frustration you caused me.”
“Don’t hold back on my account. You know I can take whatever you dish out.”
Chance lets out a satisfied grunt that underscores his body’s approval as a bead of pre-cum leaks from the dusky head of his dick.
“I’m in a generous mood, so I’ll give you a choice.
We can get straight to the part where I bang your fucking brains out again, or you can wrap those lips around me and show me how much you missed my cock. What’s it gonna be, Jane?”
“That’s easy,” I answer confidently, then smile as I sink to my knees.
He returns my smile with a feral one of his own, wraps a hand in my hair, then growls his signature response and my second favorite thing to hear him say to me. “Good answer.”