CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JAYDEN
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I am not fucking putting Tiffany in danger. I could get her killed.
Aside from the fact I could’ve broken her ankle or harmed her by landing my enormous body on her in that overkill reaction, if something had been a real threat to her, I don’t trust I’ll do the right thing.
That’s the fucking job.
So I have to step away.
I thought about it all night. Over and over and over. I don’t know what I’m going to say to Josh, but it’s the right thing to do.
Even Liam knows that. He wants to have breakfast in the morning, and I know he’s going to demand an explanation for what he observed. I know he covered for me with the team, but he won’t always be there and they’ll talk.
Tonight, every time the room broke into applause, I was on alert, seeking out a threat that didn’t exist. A burst of light on the stage, surprising attendees with a celebrity, and I was reaching for my weapon as sweat ran down my chest.
I’m a fucking sniper.
One of the traits you need in that game is a steady hand, a calm and controlled demeanor, and a sharp eye. Not anymore. Now I’m jumping at fucking Hollywood lights.
My reaction to the world is heightened because my nervous system is in overdrive, I am aware of that, but I can’t change it.
I’m not fit to do this job.
I can’t protect anyone effectively, and if something happened to Tiffany Stallone, I’d never forgive myself.
Not because of who she is...
Because of her.
I need to quit.
By the time she walked over to me, I already knew I was going to hand in my notice. Doing it sooner rather than later was best before I changed my mind. Seeing the BHS team outside, I called Noah over.
“Hey man, can you guys follow Tiffany home? I’m going to cut out.”
“Yeah, sure. We were booked for the round trip, so all good. You okay?” Noah replied.
Noah is a former commander in the army.
When I tried to leave, Tiffany wasn’t having it and I knew in that moment I wanted what she did. It was a decision I’ve made with intention, and as the scent of our pleasure fills the limo, I’m not sorry.
God, she’s perfect.
My fucked-up brain and job can wait. I am not done. I’m taking the entire night and enjoying every second and every inch of her.
Still, I had the sense, before saying goodbye to Noah, to line things up for the morning.
“Do me a favor, can you cover for me in the morning at Ms. Stallone's house?” I asked Noah after shaking hands with the commander.
“You got it. Seven?” he asked, ripping open his vest and pulling it off.
“Seven-thirty. Thanks, man.” I slapped him on the shoulder.
“No worries.”
Then I climbed into the limo and kissed her. More accurately, I climbed in and fucked her pussy like it were being punished for something.
Jesus fuck, it’s the single most powerful orgasm I’ve had in my life.
My dick is so sensitive and her body so responsive, we could’ve been in a car accident and neither of us would’ve noticed.
She’s lying on my chest and exactly where I want her.
This chemistry has been building since the moment we met. Over a week of touches, glances, and our bodies craving stimulation. I’ve had more erections this week than the entire year I was fourteen.
Jerking off has done nothing.
Each morning, I show up for work, and those long, tanned legs scream to be spread. Knowing she’s aching for me has been so goddamn frustrating.
The day in the pool almost broke me, but it didn’t.
Maybe it’s the dress tonight. Maybe it’s knowing I won’t see her again.
This had to happen.
I’m not a man who believes in fate, but making love to her, fucking her sweet pussy...yeah, that felt fated.
I should have kept my cock in my pants, but all the little outfits, the purposeful bending over in the kitchen, chewing her pens with little smiles at me...I’m not a fucking saint.
As Tiffany drapes herself over my chest, her tits exposed, her pussy dripping with cum and heart thumping against mine, I’m not sorry at all.
I’m not done.
Let me feel your wet cunt throttle my cock.
I thought I was going to come so hard it would come out her damn nostrils. She has the hottest, tightest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever felt.
I’ve fucked a lot of women—never bare—and good lord I’m a big fan. Watching her crumple and fall apart orgasm after orgasm was fucking intoxicating.
Tiffany starts to sit up, and I can’t help myself; I cup her breast and flick her nipple.
She whimpers.
“Let me be clear: that was the entrée,” I rasp, and in reaction her pussy clenches my cock tightly. “Jesus, baby.”
“Can’t help it, you have a nice dick.”
“My tongue is just as good. Hope you like your cunt being eaten because I’m eager for the main course.”
“You have a very dirty mouth.” Tiffany’s cheeks blush, which is hella cute given she’s sitting on my lap impaled on my cock.
“Seemed to work,” I smirk as I glide her up and down my cock lazily. “You going to invite me in when we get home?”
I feel the vehicle bump and glance out the window.
We’re here.
“For a nightcap or the main course?” she flirts.
“Both,” I rasp, kissing her harshly. “Climb off my cock and meet me upstairs. I want you naked, lying on your bed with your knees up.”
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I CLEAN UP in the bathroom after Tiffany heads upstairs. I undo my shirt, lower my zipper and kick off my shoes, then toss them away and splash water over my face.
Tiffany has five minutes, then I’m going upstairs.
Before morning, I’ll be gone, and it’s unlikely we’ll ever cross paths. So, I’m going to make tonight worth it.
For both of us.
I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder what the future holds. Josh is going to be pissed with me. My father will be disappointed. I don’t know how I’m going to get my head fixed or pay the damn bills.
Will I end up like those other vets who are so fucked up their lives implode on them?
The thought is too overwhelming to entertain right now, and let’s face it, it will kill the mood if I go down that rabbit hole.
I want to lose myself in Tiffany, soak up all of her goodness and spend hours tasting her.
I climb the stairs, not being quiet so she knows I’m on my way. When I stop in the doorway to her master bedroom, I suppress my curse as I grip the door jamb.
Fuck me.
Lying on her white linen, her dark hair spread over the pillows, she is completely naked. Her arms are holding her headboard and knees up, thighs spread to showcase a glistening bare pussy.
I’m in heaven.
“Good girl.” I stalk into the room like a predator.
I purposely stop at the end of the bed and let my eyes glide over her, taking a long time on her pussy.
She deserves to be adored.
“Touch me.” Tiffany writhes, her nipples hard.
My lips twitch, loving the way she begs. I press my knee to the bed and climb closer, not touching her.
“What a beautiful little cunt. Do you always wax, or is this for me?”
Tiffany swallows.
I smile.
“Tell me.” I order.
“I did it for you.”
Fucking hell.
I grip my cock and stroke. Then blow on her pussy.
Her hips lift as she cries out. “Jay...”
Palming the inside of one of her thighs, I lean closer, my mouth watering. “Look at all that pussy juice. Someone wants to be licked.”
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
With one finger, I circle on her thigh, close to her sex. “Do you want to be licked, Tiffany?”
“Yes, God, yes. Please.”
“Do you want me to suck your clit?” I glance up at her aroused face.
“Jayden, please.”
I slowly and gently touch my tongue on her pussy, and Tiffany screams.
God, I want this to last forever.
I know she purchased a new dildo, and I know where it is. It’s my job to know...well mostly, so I move to the side of her bed and slide open the drawer.
Taking the rabbit, I turn it on and run it over her nipples.
She reaches for me.
Oh, no. That’s not happening.
“I’m in charge tonight, baby. Arms back up there.” I spot her dressing gown, pull out the cord and secure her arms to the headboard.
“Jayden.” I watch her try to find the words, but her body has taken over her brain. Pleading is all she has left.
“Look at your pussy dripping.” I turn on the rabbit and glide it through her pink folds as I nestle in between her legs. “I want to see you come. I want to see this cock deep inside you.”
Tiffany whimpers, tugging on her restraints.
“I want to drink down your pussy juice and then I’m going to fuck you. Again. And again. Until you can’t walk.”
Hell, until I can’t walk.
I slide the rabbit inside her, and she screams, her next orgasm ripping out of her.
Fucking her with it, I lick her juices, making sounds that are taking her to the edge once more.
Watching her complete submission makes me so fucking hard I think it could snap.
When I’m done with the vibrator, I toss it on the linen and finally lift her hips, then smash my mouth down on her pussy. Lapping at her while she screams, I fight the need to sink my cock inside her.
She comes while I’m sucking her clit, and I feel her flop under my hands.
Christ.
This woman.
I’ve never wanted to completely demolish someone like I do her.
Climbing over her, I suck on her nipples, circling my tongue around them, taking a little bit of time, but my patience is almost out.
Dick in hand, I climb a little further.
“Open your mouth.”
Tiffany complies, and I glide it in. “Oh, Jesus.”
Her mouth is hot, wet, eager. She holds my gaze, looking like she’s on another planet, she’s so out of it with lust as my cock slides in and out of her mouth.
For a split second I’m reminded that she’s my client, but after almost hurting her tonight because of a fucking car backfiring, I don’t want to wait to make this call if something worse happens.
I refocus.
Right now, this gorgeous woman can’t get enough of sucking my cock.
“Take me deeper, good girl,” As she’s gagging and sucking, I cup the back of her head. “Fuck, look at you. Such a sexy, dirty whore. Do you like taking my cock?”
She tries to nod.
“You like eating dick?”
More nodding.
Christ, I’m going to come. As I slip down her throat, I feel the electrically charged zap of pleasure run down my spine, hitting my balls. I pull my dick out of her mouth.
God. Fuck.
I explode.
As Tiffany licks her lips, I stroke my cock and hot cum sprays over her chin, down over her tits and then onto her tongue.
“Oh, that’s a good girl. Look at you coated in my cum. So fucking sexy.” I rub it into her breasts, then over her lips and shove my fingers into her mouth. “Swallow that down.”
Tiffany moans, her hips arching behind me. I smile, lean around with one hand and rub her pussy.
“You can’t get enough, baby.”
She’s too out of it to say anything.
And honestly, neither can I.