Page 11 of The Accidental Puck

It’s been three weeks and five days since Jace and I have had sex. I know I shouldn’t be counting, but it’s hard not to when I live with the most desirable man. It’s not like we haven’t tried, but with our crazy schedules, it’s been almost impossible to find any time. By the time Jace is home from practice, I’m passed out in bed for the night and in the morning we both have class. The only light at the end of the tunnel is winter break is finally here. Now that midterms are done and classes are over, we have weeks of time until the new semester starts. Jace still has hockey practice everyday despite it being off season.

“Hey, Jace?” I call from the living room.

“What’s up ‘Bree?” He’s gotten used to calling me that lately instead of the dreaded baby mama. I wait for him to walk out and his eyes almost pop out of his head when he sees me in just his jersey and a thin pair of lace panties.

“Holy fuck.” His jaw drops and I’m grateful for the sweatpants he’s wearing letting me know that he wants this.

“I thought we could do something?” I blink my eyelashes and saunter over to him.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks. His mind going to playboy mode as he looks me over. The jersey has gotten a little bit smaller with my growing bump and I had been worried it might not be as sexy, but with the way he is reacting, I know it was a good choice.

“Yes,” I murmur as he pulls me toward him.

“You know I can’t resist you in this thing,” he growls. It’s instinctual, like he’s desperate for me. Tugging at the seams of the jersey, he pulls it over my head and reveals the lingerie I am wearing underneath. A red lace bra that holds my breasts up perkily and a thong to match.

“Fuck. Bree, you are so sexy.” His hands are on my shoulders, working their way down my chest and to my stomach. He hesitates before touching it softly with two hands and bending down to kiss me. Jace’s lips move from mine to my neck, my chest, and then all the way down my stomach. He kisses softly, each touch more delicate than the last.

“I want you,” I whisper.

“I want you too,” he whispers back.

Instead of going to the bedroom, he walks me to the couch and surprises me with the force of how he pushes me onto the couch. I get on my hands and knees, stretching my back out and I can feel his eyes on me. I can’t dip as low as I used to with the baby in the way but it seems to be enough because he’s looking at me like he can’t wait to fuck me. Jace takes off his t-shirt, tossing it to the ground, and slowly pulls down my thong from my thighs. He dips his hand to my core and touches my clit. Rubbing it with one finger ever so lightly.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I call out.

“Oh yeah?” I can feel his smirk on his lips. He presses his thumb against my clit and I gasp out in pleasure.

“Yes!” I beg and he chuckles. He is torturing me and he knows it.

Jace runs his hands down my stomach and grabs my breasts, taking almost all of it in his hands. Oh god, his rough and calloused hands feel like magic against my chest. He pops open my bra and lets it fall to the ground. Taking my nipples in his fingers, I gasp out his name. I love the way my body lights up for him like the Fourth of July. He seems to be able to elicit everything from me with the smallest of touches.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.

“Yes, baby.” He stands up, removing his sweatpants and boxer briefs, springing forth his large dick. My mouth instantly waters at the sight. Something about his body makes me go absolutely mad for him.

Jace pushes forward, teasing me at first with just the tip of him, running up and down my slit. But I wiggle my ass and beg for more. “Please, I need it,” I call out.

“Oh, I know,” he says cockily.

“Jace,” I say sternly. But I don’t know how effective it is because I’m on all fours, drenched for him, begging him to fuck me. I don’t exactly have the power here.

“Fuck, I love it when you beg for me.” He groans and slides inside me. We take a second to adjust and then he’s moving his hips, and I’m moaning for him.

Jace’s body is behind me, slapping my ass and thrusting in deep with each hip thrust. He holds onto my hips for support and I grip the couch. Slipping a hand between us, I rub my clit as he moves in and out of my core. Fuck, why was I ever having sex with anyone else when sex could feel like this? Is it as good for him as it is for me? As if to answer my question, a guttural moan escapes his lips.

“Oh, Bree.” He groans and I close my eyes. I want to feel every second of this, take in every sensation. I rub my clit even harder, in faster circles, and I can feel my release building.

“Fuck, I’m about to…” he moans.

“Me too,” I whisper.

“Come with me, baby,” Jace says in this tone that makes my body convulse. My legs are shaking and I’m closing against him.

“Fuck! I’m coming! Oh, Jace!” I scream out as he shudders against me. I can feel him finishing inside me and it makes my orgasm even more intense.

Chapter10

24 weeks…

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