“Why the fuck not? Did you not just hear me when I said I’ve got more vehicles than I can drive?”
“I did. It still doesn’t make it right. I’m not contributing as much as you. I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I already barely bring anything to the table. When wasthe last time I paid for groceries or dinner?” She follows up my question with one of her own.
“Jade, this isn’t tit for tat. I like taking care of you. This, what we’re building, it’s give and take. There are gonna be times when you do more for me than I do for you. And, sugar, I come home to a clean home, clean laundry, and a shit load of other what you call little things. That’s more than I’ve ever had before, and I like it a whole fucking lot. Plus, not for nothing. Your car wasn’t nearly safe enough. Damn thing is small and consists of more plastic than anything else. You’re safe in my truck, sitting up higher, surrounded by metal. Especially with you getting off work as late as you do.” She’s quiet for a moment, still chewing her salad. I’m assuming she’s gearing up for an argument.
“Do you really mean that?” I toss the crust of my pizza in the box. I’d put on a pair of sweats to answer the door, only tugging them off when I made it back to the bedroom and Jade looked from me to her, sending me a silent message. Which is working in my favor right about now.
“Yeah, sugar, I mean every word. You mean everything to me, and what you bring to the table isn’t measured in monetary shit. It’s the softhoneys, the way you light up when I see you, it’s you in my tee, and every fucking thing in between.” I watch her swallow. Finally, she gets it.
“Okay, honey. I’ll borrow your truck. Thank you.”
“You got nothing to thank me for, but if you want to show your appreciation, I’m all for it.” She sets her food to the side.
“I’ll get down to business right now.” She climbs onto my lap, opening her pussy, and my cock slides along her wet slit. This time, I’m going to let her take the lead, for now at least.
6
Jade
“Honey.” I’m on my back, both of us naked, and dawn is just breaking. That doesn’t have me breathless; that would be the man hovering above me. His hand is on the headboard, pressed flat, the other is cradling my neck, his thick fingers massaging the back while his thumb slides along my throat, turning me on all the more.
“Fuck, sugar, love how you take me.” His gaze is intense, the usual light gray irises tinged with darkness, sweat dripping from the strands of hair that’s fallen along his forehead.
“I love how you give it to me.” I’ve got my feet planted on the mattress, lifting up every time he sinks inside of me. This isn’t fucking. This isn’t even sex. This is Locke’s version of making love.
Soft and slow.
Hot and heavy.
“Deeper. Need to get deeper,” he says, caught between a groan and a moan but somehow thicker. It doesn’t slip from his lips; it’s drawn out. It starts low then becomes a rough, gravel-edged exhale, his restraint threatening to snap. Except that’s not his style. The weight, the hunger, the tension, it’s all there, right on the surface. It ends with a moan, softening his edges and turning his voice into something needy, something that melts at the end of his statement.
When he flexes his cock inside me, a ripple skates through my body, goose bumps appearing on my own sweat-soaked skin. I can’t tell you how long he has been inside me. What I can tell you is that I woke up with his mouth wrapped around my clit, my legs thrown over his shoulders, and on the precipice of coming. I didn’t have a chance to recover. His need was so palpable that when he surged inside, my eyes flared open, my hands clutched his skin, and I held the fuck on.
“Locke,” I say his name on a heavy sigh. His head dips, eyes close, and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs with his swallow.
“My name tumbling off your lips, my cock buried inside you, never going to get enough, Jade. Not fucking ever.” He slides out of me, the metal hardware blazes a path, and I’m unable to stop the tightening of my pussy around his length.
“I’m going to need you to move.” I wiggle and lift my hips to get my point across.
“Not yet. Wait it out, sugar. You came hard and fast earlier. This time, it’s all about the build-up.” His teeth are clenched, and I’m thinking maybe he won’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Honey, please,” I beg, back lifting off the bed, chasing after him by any means necessary.
“Wrap me up, legs around my waist. Want your heels digging into my back, your arms around my neck, letting me give it to you,” he says in a barely-contained rumble. I immediately meet his demand, even though I won’t be able to move nearly as much or be an activate participant.
“Fuck,” I mutter. He slips inside, going all the way in, so deep I have to breathe through it. This position, the way my lower body is tilted up, courtesy of his hand cupping my ass, I swear he’s never been so deep.
“Christ, love this pussy.”
“Love your cock.” He swivels his hips, grinding down on my clit. The way it feels has me tipping closer to the edge.
“Don’t you come, not fucking yet.” My core pulses around his dick, and while he may not want to tip over the edge, his actions are proving otherwise. He rocks back and forth in slow, deep thrusts, each time somehow managing to bring us closer together in a very physical way.
“Locke.” My eyes close, nipples grazing along his chest, making it that much harder to focus on not coming and nearly dying to hold myself back. I know it’ll be worth it and yada yada yada. But when I’m with Locke, all of my senses short-circuit, and all I want is more.
More of him pressed against me.
More of him taking me to a place I’ve never been before.
