17. Hazel
Iran my fingertips along the groove on the side of his smiling lips. Seeing Jareth like this, sweet, attentive, and understanding was almost as good as the moment he agreed to give us a try. My heart wanted to burst with happiness.
I’d dated before and fooled around, but it wasn’t this easy going. As nervous as I was about finally having sex for the first time, I knew Jareth would make sure it was everything I hoped it would be.
“So about your promise… ” I was all for him buying me new underwear. My old fear of him ruining my pretty lingerie was now a thing of the past. A part of me I didn’t know existed wanted to know how it felt to have a man pushed to his breaking point, his desire so out of control, that he couldn’t wait to have me. His need so great he’d tear off my panties instead of waiting the few seconds it took to slide them off.
He nuzzled his face into my neck. The lower half of his body pinned my legs in place and pressed me into the mattress. This gentle feeling of rightness flowed over me at every place our bodies touched. I craved having his hands and mouth scorching a path down every inch of my skin.
“I’ll call Ashlyn and tell her you have no spending limit.” His hand cupped my cheek. “I only have one request.”
I pushed him back slightly to see his face. “You can’t set conditions.” I gave a playful pout.
The smirk that tilted up the corner of his mouth had me intrigued.
“Now I want to know. Okay, tell me.”
He trailed a finger up and down the front of my shirt, going slower in between my breasts and down to my stomach. Tingles erupted in the wake of his touch and the happiness at being here with him, like this, was like nothing I’d felt before.
I’d known from the second our eyes met that there was something between us. For three years I hoped he’d see me as Hazel, the woman, not his assistant and now that he had, I wanted to run outside and tell everyone that he was mine.
His finger circled closer to my breasts, capturing my attention away from the montage of us over the years that ran through my head. “If I don’t accompany you on this shopping trip, you are to send me pictures of you in each set.” His tongue dipped out to circle my exposed belly button. Energy jolted through me as he laid kiss after kiss on my stomach, pushing my shirt up inch-by-inch, tracing the imaginary line his hand had made, creating a restlessness I didn’t know what to do with.
I squirmed under his touch, wanting more but not sure how to ask for it. “Okay.” I’d never had someone request photos of me practically naked. Honestly, if it had been anyone else asking, I’d have said no. Yet, I trusted Jareth. Without him saying it out loud I knew he’d never show those pictures to anyone. And if the reason for him whisking me away was any indication, he’d be more inclined to kill someone for looking at me than showing them scantily clad photos of me.
I knew that with each first we had together, he would take care of me.
When he pushed the shirt up and off me, his gaze darkened at the sight of my breasts, a deep moan falling from the back of his throat.
My skin heated at his obvious display of desire, and my confidence grew.
“Your tits are fucking perfect.” His fingers yanked down the delicate looking pink lace underneath my boobs which only pushed them further together. “I can’t resist.”
And I didn’t want him to. The hesitation I’d felt initially faded. I wanted to experience everything with him.
My nipples pebbled under his watchful gaze as the air lightly caressed them. When he finally reached out to run his large hands over my breasts I wanted to shout yes! Sparks of pleasure raced across my body, lighting up every nerve ending. It was easy to get lost in the contrast of his darker skin against the paleness of mine and the sensations that erupted from his touch. With each brush of his fingers over the hardened peaks and each roll of his thumb and pointer finger I squirmed.
My panties grew damp with the need accumulating in every fiber of my body. I wanted to rip the lacy garment off myself as my hips rolled into his seeking relief. I gasped as his pulsating length rhythmically pressed into my clit. This was only the beginning and I already shook with uncontrollable spasms as my body bowed trying to increase the friction.
I wondered if the depth of my feelings for him enhanced the strong sensation working their way through me at his slightest touch. He rocked his pelvis into me. Each time my thighs slid further apart, cradling his hardness, wordlessly asking for more.
“Yes,” I whispered on an exhale. I slid my leg out from under him and wrapped it around his waist, my heels digging into his rock-hard ass.
His gaze roamed my exposed skin, and I saw in the flash of satisfaction in his eyes, that he was systematically cataloging every movement that made me feel good. He tweaked my nipple harder, making me wince. “Too much?” he asked.
“A little, but I liked it. The initial pinch of pain went away pretty quickly.” My previous boyfriends sucked and licked my boobs but none had given as much time and attention to this area of my body. It wasn’t until now that I realized how just the right amount of pressure increased the level of desire humming through my body.
I was surprised at how much I enjoyed Jareth’s touch.
He alternated between soft caresses and hard tugs, watching my reaction each time. It was like he was in tune with exactly what I needed.
His lips latched onto my nipple, first sucking then he bit down gently.
“I love what you’re doing to me,” I admitted to him. A choked cry left my mouth, and my hips bucked. How was it that I loved the devotion he was showing me and at the same time I wanted to tell him to hurry up and touch the rest of my body.
A self-satisfied smirk settled on his face as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Jareth,” I moaned. “I need more.” Already I felt restless. This empty hollowness settled low in my core.
“Unless you say no, I’m putting my mouth on your pussy,” he growled. The roughness of his voice had me biting my lip. I loved that he told me what he was going to do rather than have him ask. My body relaxed even further when he took control.
“Yes, please.” I nodded eagerly.
He kissed his way back down my belly only stopping to tear off my panties. Even through my hooded gaze I saw the devilish grin he flashed before he fisted them and drew them up to his nose breathing in deep.
“You smell fucking delicious, Sunshine.” Then he tucked the pretty pink lace right into the back pocket of his shorts.
He pushed my legs further apart and settled himself between them. His lips gently caressed the upper part of my thigh, sucking and licking until my legs shook. Each time I thought he was getting closer to where I wanted him he’d switch to the other leg. I moved restlessly beneath him, my hips bucked up in silent invitation.
“Jareth.” My breath came out in hard pants.
He ignored me.
A whimper of protest burst past my lips. “Jareth, I need you to put your mouth on me.”
I wanted to slap the cocky grin he shot me off his face. “I will when I’m ready. I don’t think you want it bad enough.”
“I want it plenty bad,” I whined. Dear God, what had he reduced me to? I whined because he wouldn’t eat me out like I was dying for him too.
“There will only be one first time for each way I worship your body just like you deserve,” he murmured as he nipped at the sensitive flesh of my leg causing it to tremble.
My heart melted even as I wanted to throttle him and tell him to speed it up.
Who knew Jareth would be such a conundrum? Hard, edgy, and a bit of an asshole during the day and a sweet attentive lover in the bedroom.
“Please.” My desperately uttered plea seemed to be what pushed him over the edge. The teasing, gentle strokes now focused on the one place I needed it most.
His fingertips pressed my folds apart as he lowered his head. I shivered in anticipation as his breath feathered across the damp heat of my core. “Your pussy is perfect just like the rest of you.”
Before I could utter a word he traced a path from my entrance to my clit in one long sweep of his tongue. My breath caught in my chest and my libido screamed and yelled finally!
His talented tongue did it again. With each swipe, the trembling in my legs increased. When he circled my clit, I whimpered. My thighs tightened and my knees pressed into the sides of his head. I had no control over the lower half of my body and I didn’t care in the slightest. Without missing a beat, Jareth’s forearms pushed on my legs and held them in place.
My back bowed when his lips clamped down around my sensitive nub and he sucked hard. Everything he did made me want him even more. His teeth lightly scraped against my clit and a long, loud moan escaped from me, echoing in the silence of the room. My breath quickened, each one stalling in my chest, as I gasped for air. With each caress he played my body like a violin and I had a front row seat to see his brilliance.
His tongue shifted to prod inside me, causing my hips to jerk. Jareth’s arm banded across my stomach, holding me down against the mattress, continuing this delicious torture. The prickle of his stubble rubbed along the inside of my thigh as he switched between my clit and my entrance. Every rational thought fled, and only the need for him remained. “More,” I chanted.
He sucked my clit into his mouth as he plunged one finger deep inside me. “Your pussy’s so tight it’s gripping my finger.”
I shuddered as my belly tightened and my orgasm built.
He slid in a second finger. “Got to get you ready for my cock, Sunshine.”
“Yes,” I moaned. I’d used toys before but none of them compared to what he was doing. With each plunge, the tips of his fingers hit that perfect spot and my toes curled. I panted harder as he drew me higher. My hands fisted, digging into the sheets so hard I’m surprised they weren’t shredded beneath my touch.
“I’m so close.” A whimper escaped my mouth as my stomach shook along with my legs. I couldn’t have controlled them even if I tried. It was like they had a life of their own, pushing me toward my release.
His lips wrapped around my clit while he sucked and licked at the same time. Holy moly, he had a magical mouth. He pumped his hand in time with the pulsing of my core. I let out a loud strangled moan, my body tightening, and stars filled my field of vision. Then it all came rushing at me at once and white sheeted beneath my eyelids.
My skin tingled, and I trembled. I felt like I was falling as I gasped for breath. All while his tongue continued to fire rapidly at my sensitive nub, encouraging my body to continue this orgasm for as long as it could. I couldn’t stop shaking from the intensity of my release.
When he finally pulled his lips from my overly sensitized body and kissed the inside of my thigh. I couldn’t speak and if I was able to get anything out it would be gibberish.
He placed kisses up my stomach and across my breasts, as he gently pulled my bra back into place, the only piece of clothing I still had on. I shuddered when his tongue skated up my neck and he whispered in my ear. “You doing okay, Sunshine?”
I moaned a garbled “mm-hmm” as he brushed my hair away from my sweaty face.
He was so close his expression made my breath catch. The need and desire for me was laced with satisfaction, possession, and maybe just a little bit of love. I’d seen other couples exchange this same look, jealousy often flared in my gut for a moment only to entwine with the joy for them at what they shared. I desperately wanted what they had.
And now. That look was mine. Even if he didn’t realize it.
He placed a light kiss on my forehead and rolled off the bed.
I frowned. Where are you going? I wanted to ask if I could get my mouth to work. I’d barely pushed myself up on my forearms when he entered the bathroom and quickly returned with a bright white fluffy robe. The kind that people joked about stealing from hotels.
“What are you—” My words abruptly cut off as he lifted me and slid the robe around my body. When I was covered to his satisfaction, he laid my head on the pillows against the headboard and left the room once again.
I was fascinated enough to sit there and wait to see what he’d do next.
He ambled into the room, pushing a serving cart filled with small covered plates and a pitcher of what looked like one of my favorite drinks, white sangria. When he started pulling off the lids, my vocal cords started working. “Where did all this come from?” I waved at the massive amount of food in front of me.
He smirks. “Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”
I blinked a few times as his question sank in. “Maybe not?”
He laughed. “I’ll need to leave them an extra large tip next time.”
“They heard… ” I wanted to sink into this bed and never get back out. How could I face the staff now after they heard us? Heard me. Heat flashed across my body.
I was about to tunnel under the big, fluffy comforter when he handed me a plate. “They left it outside our door.”
“You’re a jerk.” If I wasn’t afraid a pillow would knock over the rest of the delicious food on the cart, I’d throw one at his face.
After grabbing a plate for himself, he settled in next to me. “Maybe. But the look on your face was worth it.” He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and pretended to huff a little more. My few seconds of embarrassment were one-hundred percent worth seeing such a carefree look on Jareth’s face. I wanted to take a picture of it so he could see just how I saw him. Kind and sweet and completely loveable.
After taking another bite, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV. He tapped the buttons, until he pulled up a queue of movies. At first it didn’t hit me until I focused on the list he was scrolling through.
“Is that The Holiday?” I loved watching that movie around Christmas. A tug of sadness settled within my belly. Gran, Lacey, and I always watched this together in the few days leading up to Christmas.
“Looks like it.” He didn’t say anything else.
“And Elf?” I looked harder at the titles scrolling across the screen and gasped. “You have all my go-to holiday movies.”
A sheepish look settled on his face. “I know Christmas is your favorite holiday. And it’s your tradition to watch these.”
“It is.” My heart thudded in my chest. He had done this to try and make up for dragging me here so close to the holidays. I blinked to clear the tears obscuring my vision. “Thank you.”
“It’s no big deal.” He shrugged.
Then it hit me. “You talked to Lacey?” He’d met her a handful of times, but I was surprised he remembered her. Guilt seared through me that I hadn’t been the one to call her and break the news I wasn’t going to be home for Christmas.
“I know she’s your best friend. She’s in your list of contacts,” he admitted without remorse. The only way for him to know that is if he hacked into my phone.
“You know we’re going to have to discuss this little thing called privacy at some point,” I teased.
I didn’t miss the scowl that crossed his face.
“Seriously though, Jareth. You need to promise me you’ll stop.”
He opened his mouth with what I was pretty sure was a reason to negate my demand based on the furrow between his brows.
“If you want to know something, ask. Okay?”
He gave a reluctant nod.
I leaned into his side and placed a light kiss on the curve of his jaw. “I know you were trying to do something nice for me and because of that I’ll let it slide this time. I need to trust you won’t just invade my privacy because you can.”
His grunt of concession had me laughing so hard I snorted.
We finished eating, put away the food, and curled up together to watch the rest of the movie. His arm lay snug around me while my head rested in the crook of his shoulder. This wasn’t how I imagined this week going, but a small part of me was grateful to Gran for insisting I stay. Maybe she was right and this was just what I needed.