Page 11 of Coming Home to My Cowboy
I writhe against him as he adjusts every curl of his tongue until I can’t hide my moans. “Oh, Jace. Yes. More! Please, ohfuckplease.”
He sucks my clit and I fall over the edge. He doesn’t stop stretching me and teasing me with his fingers even as I comeapart. I pant and whimper under him as I slowly manage to open my eyes. Jace draws back.
I shudder and rub my own pussy, still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm. But I’m distracted by Jace undoing his pants. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, slowly dragging his gaze up from my pussy to my tits, to my flushed face.
He licks his lips slowly, tasting me again. “You feel like a dream, taste like addiction itself."
“Don’t stop now.” My voice is almost a whine.
Jace chuckles and pulls a foil packet from his pants before ripping it so quickly that the condom lands on my breasts. He leans forward and snares it with his teeth as his lips drag across my skin. As he rolls it on, he keeps kissing across my body, promising we’re not done, promising he’s going to please me in every possible way.
I soak up the pleasure, soak up his calm assurances, bask in the worship of his mouth across my body. “Jace, you’re so much better.”
“Than what, Layla?” He asks as he grinds his thick, hard cock against my clit. His hand brushes my hair from my face, then slips under my head, pulling me up to kiss him as I push myself up on the balls of my feet to get more of the delicious friction I need. “What am I better than?”
“Any story my friends said, better than porn, better than any fantasy I’ve had about you,” I answer breathlessly. “Please.”
“If it hurts too much, just tell me and I’ll stop,” he promises.
The head of his cock pushes against my entrance, making me squeak. He pauses, but I shake my head. “Don’t stop. I want you. I need you.”
He groans and thrusts forward. Pain ripples along my nerves, making me squeeze my thighs around him as my lips part on a whimper. Jace pulls me back to him, pausing only to kiss me hungrily, to rub my clit with sure fingers until my hips flex against him.
Jace slides deeper and deeper. He’s splitting me apart in the best way. A slight burn, but pleasure that makes me dizzy and ache for more of him.
“Jace!” I yell his name.
“Yes, sweetheart. Let me taste every moan, every yell.” His voice is ragged and rough.
Our bodies fall in sync easily. His grunts and groans echo mine. He grips my hair tightly, strokes my hair, teases me with glimpse of softness and tenderness between throaty growls as his teeth and tongue work across my skin. I cling to him with something close to violent determination.
My nails chart my pleasure across his back as he thrusts deeper into me, harder, and harder, showing me what real pleasure is. Everything else has been build up. He tells me how much he’s wanted me since I asked him to stay, how every long look has made him hard, how I shouldn’t have to fantasize when I can have him.
Every word melts into the next bit of praise and promise. Every touch is erased and made more real with the next one. The sound of skin on skin and the fire crackling echoes around us under breathy sighs and his feral, demanding groans until I simply melt into it. I submit into him, the ecstasy, the pleasure.
My next orgasm hits so hard I forget how to breathe. Every part of me tightens around him, shaking, and all I can do is cling to him and ride the wave, trusting he’ll still be holding me when I come back to myself. He groans against my neck, body tensewith control he’s barely keeping. His movements stay deep and sure, pushing me through every second of it.
“Layla…” His voice breaks, rough with need. “You’re perfect. You feel like you were made for me.” His hands hold my hips like he never plans to let go, his forehead pressed to mine, breath hot and uneven. “Mine,” he growls, the word catching in his chest like it surprises him too. “Mine.”
The sound of it pulls another shiver from me. He follows me over the edge a heartbeat later, buried deep, every muscle tight as he loses himself with me. Then he’s kissing me slow, reverent, like the world narrowed down to only this moment and us in it. His mouth moves lazily over mine, his tongue sweeping in soft strokes that make my body melt all over again.
When he finally pulls back, his voice is rough velvet against my lips. “We’re nowhere near done.”
A tremor runs through me at the promise.
“There’s so much more of you to taste,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “And I take my time.”
I can’t stop the smile that curves my lips. I feel cherished. Claimed. Seen.
And I don’t want this night to end.
Chapter 8 - Jace
In the early morning, I realize exactly what I’ve done. I caved. For Layla. I hate it. I hate that I took her first time knowing that I can’t have her. She doesn’t live here and long distance isn’t something that should be slapped on her first relationship. I’d make every effort to show her I care, but I won’t ask her to leave her job, her friends, her life for a relationship.
Not to mention her father.
That guilt eats at me. I just broke a pact etched in loyalty. I’m supposed to be loyal to my best friend, to protect his daughter not … fall under her spell and give in.
