I’m not complaining in the least, which is why we’re taking the bike out tomorrow. My mom always joked that I’d never give her grandchildren because my toys are my babies. She’s been right for a long time 'til now. This woman in front of me has changed my way of thinking entirely.
“Nope, but have to say I’m excited. Anything I need to do or know?” I run my fingers through her hair, tugging on it gently, watching as her eyes shudder.
“Is that the only thing you’re excited about, peaches?” My cock stirs, and while I’d love nothing more than to take Willow to her back, there’s something to be said about waiting. Plus, the woman sucked my cock twice today. I’m damn near depleted of energy and need a breather before she gets all of me.
“Not at all, but this self-imposed waiting game is killing me.”
“Willow, don’t really like talking about my past, especially with you naked and in bed with me. Then there’s all the good we’ve had, and I want us to continue to do so. I’m worried what I have to say will make you realize I’m not the amazing guy you’ve thought all along.” Her brow furrows.
“Are you secretly married or have a girlfriend I don’t know about, a love child you’re keeping away from me? The last part, I would get, holding back a piece of you.” She, more than anyone,would understand that with the way her parents fucked up her childhood by being selfish pricks.
“None of that. You haven’t met my mother or my sister, but they’d box my ears and disown me if I ever did something like that.” I take a deep breath, hoping this doesn’t blow up in smoke right before my eyes. “I’ve got a past. Never settled down, never did anything too serious. I never led anyone on. Not that much of an asshole. They knew the score. Once and done. Not the proudest. Shit changed about a couple of months or so ago, and the appeal was lost to me. My best friend and sister got together behind my back. I handled it terribly. When my sister called me on my shit, much like we often do to one another, it got me to thinking about what I wanted in life.
“I quit going out. The appeal was gone. Then, a couple of weeks ago, this fox of a beauty shows up at a time in my life when I’m thinking about turning in my notice and saying fuck it to everything. Shit, still have those thoughts about Industrial more than I care to admit. Anyway, that’s the reason why, while I’d love nothing more than to slide between your thighs, I want you to know this is real. Not letting you go now that I have you, peaches.”
“Jace McKay, could you be any more perfect?” Her hand cups my jaw, and she dips her head, lips grazing mine. “From the very moment I laid eyes on you, you had me. Never once did I think about your past. Everyone has one, and as much as we don’t want to acknowledge it, we do. What I’m not doing is delving deep or asking questions. The women before me mean nothing. And the men before you mean nothing, either. If I knew you didn’t care and care deeply, offering up test results to protect me from yourself, shielding me from my family, and providing shelter when I need it most, I wouldn’t be here right now.” I close my eyes, unbelieving that the woman in front of me is giving megrace. Though, I shouldn’t be surprised, because Willow Ashford is the fucking shit.
“Wasn’t going to be a dick and keep shit from you, peaches.” The whole testing situation was simple, really. I go about getting tested yearly for insurance purposes, but once I put the other shit to rest, I did it again and had it readily available on my phone. “Also knew this between you and me is going somewhere. Might have had some alternate reasoning, like taking you bare.”
“Then it’s a good thing I have birth control covered, because I don’t want anything between us.” Willow takes control of the situation. Fuck, it’s a beautiful sight.
12
Willow
“Idon’t want to wait anymore, Jace. I never did.” I swing my leg over his torso, dragging my drenched core along his lower abdomen. Jace lets out a low hiss, hands going straight to my hips, gripping me tightly, and I swear to god, if he tries to play martyr, I’m going to scream.
“You take my cock inside your body, peaches, I want to watch.” He props his knees up behind me, pressing my chest back and holding me there for a moment.
“Like this?” I ask, arching my back and lifting my hips, holding myself steady when his cock slips inside me.
“Fuck yeah, peaches. Wish you could see you from the view I have. It’s so goddamn sexy. Next time we do this, it’ll be in front of a mirror so you can watch how you take my cock.” His hands on my hips slowly pull me onto his length.
“So good,” I mutter when I take more of him. I thought I was in control. Turns out Jace is doing all the work, and he seems to like it that way. He holds me steady, only allowing me a few inches of his hard length. His hold on my hips tightens with a force that I’m sure will likely leave marks. He doesn’t care, and neither do I.
“Like this, peaches. I like it a whole lot.” One of his big masculine hands leaves my hip, and travels down my abdomen until his thumb sweeps across my clit.
“Don’t tease me. It’s not nice,” I whimper when he continues to hold me steady from sinking down further.
“Not playing. Enjoying, Willow. Let me, peaches. Been dreaming of this for weeks.” When he puts it like that, it’s hard to not give in.
“Tell me what you see, because from up here, I see nothing but beauty. Your gaze at the place where we’re joined, your muscles flexing, the light sheen of sweat coating your body, your jaw clenched, and the way your work-roughened tanned hands look completely different than my milky skin.” Jace pulls me down a bit further. My eyes close, and a rush of air leaves me.
“Christ, where do I even begin? You’re so damn gorgeous. Your eyes are luring me in, making me relent on taking my time. Your breasts that are more than a handful look damn good while you’re bouncing up and down while you take my cock. These curves… Goddamn, peaches, they undo me. Then there’s your cunt damn near strangling my cock with the clutch you have on it. All this wetness gliding my path, and the way you flush. Fuck, gonna have to move this along before I get there before you.” With that, he takes me all the way, in one hard guided descent. My muscles stretch to accommodate his thick and long cock, much like I have to when I take him in my mouth.
Jace must be losing control and can’t wait any longer. He starts thrusting in and out of me. Each time he pushes all the way inside me, a shiver skates through my body, holding me in a way that makes the heat build even deeper.
“Jace,” I let out a low, broken cry, and he curls upward to swallow it with a kiss.
“Peaches, you’re so damn tight.” His eyes close, nostrils flaring, sweat coating his temples and his hair. He shakes the fallen locks off his forehead. I slide up, pulling my knees in before sinking down, and this time, he lets me.
“Feels so good. You feel so good,” I groan with excitement.
“Look at me,” he commands, opening his eyes as I do the same thing. I bite my bottom lip, fully aware of what it does to the man beneath me. “You feel that, peaches? You feel how perfectly you fit me?”
I can’t answer. All I can do is nod frantically as he starts to move again. This time together, it’s nearly clumsy, both of us fueled by pure desperation. Until Jace takes over, his hips snapping up to meet my downward thrusts. The sounds of our bodies colliding, each meeting of flesh on flesh fills my head and drowns everything out and only makes the need go that much deeper.
Jace is a man possessed. Every time I slide down his length, my muscles clamp down around him, milking him, and with any luck pulling not only him but me ready to fall off that cliff together.
