Cockpit: A Second Chance Romance (28 page)

"Fuck. It's going to have to wait."

"What?"

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"I told you."

"Jace, you aren't really going to- to spank me are you?"

He didn't say anything, just lifted me up over his shoulder and carried me down to the beach like a sack of flour. It was late. No one was around. Still he carried me across the sand until we were far from the parking lot.

He set me down on my feet and then sat, pulling me over his lap.

I squealed and tried to get away but he held me firm. His hand slid over my ass, rubbing it in a circle. Then he lifted it and brought it down.

Hard.

Not hard enough to bruise, but still, it stung.

"This is for taking off without telling me."

He brought it down again.

"This is for driving that fucking rust bucket."

His hand landed on my ass, making it jiggle like crazy.

"And this is for making me wait."

His hand glided over my bottom, soothing the sting. I was annoyed. And I was even more annoyed that I was starting to get turned on by all of this macho bullshit.

He was too, judging from the hardness I felt under my stomach.

"Are you done?"

He didn't say anything for a minute, just kept stroking me. I stared at the sand, inches from my face.

"Not even close."

Chapter Thirteen

Jace

The girl laying across my lap was going to drive me insane. Her hair tumbled over my thighs to the sand. Her rounded bottom felt like the softest thing in the world under my hand.
 

Too bad she was wearing clothes.

Time to take care of that. Along with some other things.

I was done waiting.

I picked her up and laid her back onto the sand. I pulled my jacket off and tucked it under her head. It was a shame we didn't have a blanket but I didn't care.

I was going to fuck her anyway.

"Don't move."

She looked up at me, breathing heavily. It made her breasts rise and fall in a way that make my dick jump in my jeans. I pulled my shirt off and lay on top of her. I spread her legs apart and stared down at her, unbuttoning her blouse.

"I'm going to fuck you now. Twice."

I looked down at her face.

"Three times maybe."

Her eyes were wide as I pulled her top open and unbuttoned her jeans. I lifted her just enough to pull her arms free. I unhooked her bra and pulled it off.

"Lift your hips."

She was panting as I tugged her jeans off and threw them aside. I undid my pants and licked my lips. Then I started.
 

No teasing this time. No going slow. I ground myself into her, my mouth on her tits and my hand in her panties. She was already soaking wet.

Good.

That would make it easier. I didn't want to hurt her. But it wasn't going to stop me either.

Nothing would.

Not an army.

Not even an earthquake.

Not the end of the fucking world.

I slid my finger into her sweet little pussy. I wanted to taste her. I lowered myself between her legs and let my tongue slide up and down her plump lips. I slid another finger into her tight little box, opening her up.

She was whimpering as I pulled her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue against it. I heard her gasp and her hands found my shoulders, pushing on them. But I was going to make her cum whether she liked it or not.

I pulsed my fingers in and out of her pussy faster now, sucking her clit with more pressure. I felt her start to convulse on my tongue and went even faster. Her whole body shook as she came all over my face.

Hmmm...Fuck, that was nice.

But I didn't stop.

She was convulsing on the sand as I worked her pussy with my fingers and mouth. Fucking Christ. It was so fucking hot I felt like I could have erupted without even touching her.

But that wouldn't be as much fun as what I had planned.

No, I wanted her creaming on my cock. Right fucking now.

I lifted my face finally, pulling my dick out of my jeans. I couldn't even take them the whole way off. I was not going to wait another second to get my cock inside her.

The tip of my cock head slid against her slippery pussy lips. I groaned at the feel of her. I was going to lose it. She felt so soft and good... perfect. My cock twitched as I pulled back, rolling a rubber on.

I pushed the tip just inside her. Her sugar walls closed around me, hugging me so fucking tightly it almost hurt. Almost.

Jesus Christ!

I pushed forward, not stoping until I felt the barrier.

"Hold onto me."

Her eyes were soft and out of focus as I slid back and forth a few times. Then I pushed in, breaking through. I didn't stop until I was all the way up to my balls.

Fucking paradise.

I stared down at the girl beneath me. She wasn't crying. She looked... stunned. I couldn't wait any longer though. I had to move. I had zero fucking choice. So I started.

Long.

Slow.

Deep.

That's how I fucked her.

Her head was tossing back and forth beneath me by the time I felt my balls tighten up. I felt her body squeeze down on me instinctively as I started to cum. Frannie was cuming too.

"Unfff..."

My whole body started to tingle as my cock expanded, shooting my load deep inside her. I thrust into her again and again. I would not stop cuming. I'd never cum so hard or so long in my life.

Not even close.

Beneath me Frannie was shaking with the force of her orgasm.

I pulled myself out of her quivering pussy and pulled the condom off. I stared down at her on the sand. She looked well fucked.

Good.

She was about to get round two.

I layed down and pulled her against my side, kissing her hair. She smelled so fucking good. I squeezed her, pressing her tits harder against me.

"I want you to go on the pill."

She nodded, snuggling against my chest.

"Call the doctor tomorrow."

"Alright Jace."

"Good girl."

Then I rolled on top of her and started again.

Frannie

Jace was on top of me, his hips circling as he fucked me for the third time. The first two times were a blur. But this time, I was starting to get the hang of it.

I kept waiting for him to talk, to say something.

But he was showing no signs of wanting to do anything but make love to me.

He was really fucking good at it too.

I moaned, biting my lip. I was going to climax again. I couldn't really believe this was happening.

He stopped above me.

"Fuck."

I stared up at him, his face tense with the strain of holding back.

"What is it?"

"Am I hurting you?"

I shook my head. He wasn't. I was just a little bit sore. Besides, what he was doing to me felt so good. I definitely did not want him to stop now.

"Don't stop."

He groaned and started plunging in and out of me. I could feel his taut hips flexing underneath my hands. The tempo changed and the incredible feeling of his cock pulsing sent me right back into another orgasm.

"Oh God!"

Above me his body shuddered as he thrust wildly into me. I loved that he lost control like that with me. As far as I could tell, Jace was always in control.
 

Just not... during sex.

As we finally stilled, I realized I was not only cold, but there was sand in my butt crack.

A lot of sand.

"Jace?"

"Uh huh."

"Can you take me home?"

He kissed me softly.

"Yeah."

We walked back to the parking lot side by side. Not talking. We didn't need to.

"Where am I going?"

"We better crash at my parents house, I guess. Plus I need to pick up my car."

He looked at me, shaking his head.

"That car is not going anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"It's going to the junk yard. I'll take care of it."

"But I need a car!"

"I'll drive you wherever you need to go."

I could not believe he was being so heavy handed. In bed was one thing, but he was being way too bossy!

I had to put my foot down.

"I like that car!"

He stood closer to me, his eyes hard.

"Do you want another spanking?"

"That's not funny Jace."

"I'm not being funny."

He gripped my chin, lifting it.

"You're mine. And I'll be damned if I let you put your life at risk."

My mouth opened, surprised at the vehemence in his voice.

"Do you hear me? You belong to me."

I nodded shakily.

"Say it."

"I belong to you."

He let go of my chin, opening the car door for me.

"Good."

Chapter Fourteen

Jace

I couldn't believe that Frannie had grown up in this place. She was so sweet and unassuming. You would never know that she'd grown up in this... mausoleum.

It was late when we got in so I hadn't really noticed much, other than it was huge. But by day the place looked like a movie set.

A movie about rich assholes.

I had read her right at first after all.

Then why was she living in that crap part of town and driving that piece of shit? Why the scuffed shoes and boxed lunches?

I frowned, remembering something she'd said from that first night.

Something about not wanting to be home a lot.

Even now, eating breakfast in the dining room, she looked uncomfortable.

I wasn't used to being waited on myself. By a maid in a starched uniform no less.

But the eggs she served me were delicious. Bacon too.

Frannie was eating some sort of granola stuff with fruit and almond milk. It looked dry as fuck but she seemed to love it. And the way she hugged the maid this morning made me realize that this was her family.

The staff.

When I asked about her parents she just shrugged.

"They are probably in Switzerland. They have a place there."

"Another house?"

She looked at me, seeming embarrassed.

"They have... a few places. Everywhere they do business actually."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Where?"

"Shanghai. New York. London."

"Jesus."

I watched her eat for a minute, things finally clicking into place.

"So they were there and you were..."

"Here."

I took a sip of the freshly squeezed orange. Looking at her. This brave beautiful girl who had never known love.

My heart felt like it cracked open a little.

Frannie had no idea how she was making me feel. She just smiled at me shyly and went back to eating her twigs and berries. I shook my head.

I didn't understand vegetarians until now.

But with her, it made sense.

Her heart was just too big to want to hurt anything else. Even a chicken.

We finished eating and she stood up.

"I want to show you something."

I followed her into the backyard towards an ornate glass structure.

"What is it?"

She turned to me, her face looking happy for the first time since we'd come here.

"My greenhouse."

Frannie

I stared around my greenhouse, looking to see what was thriving and what was merely surviving. The gardener had done his best to take care of my plants but they weren't flourishing like they used to. But still, they were alive.

My ancient arm chair was still in the corner. I'd come out here to read and do my homework. Surrounded by my little green friends.

"This was always my favorite place."

I looked at Jace. His nose was wrinkled.

"What's that smell?"

I laughed.

"I think Chris just put compost in."

"Chris?"

I felt a little thrill go through me. Jace looked jealous. This gorgeous man was actually jealous?

"He's the gardener."

He scowled.

"He's almost seventy years old."

Jace's face relaxed slightly.

"Oh."

"Here, I'll let some air in."

I lifted the pole that opened the panes of glass at the very top of the structure, letting fresh air circulate in the room. I loved the smells in here though. I turned around to tell Jace and stopped in my tracks.

The way he was looking at me was...

Unbelievable.

He was seeing me. Really seeing me. His heart was in his eyes.

He stepped closer to me and I inhaled deeply. I must have been holding my breath without realizing it. He smiled at me, brushing my hair away from my face.

"I want you."

I swallowed.

"Oh."

He stepped closer and I could feel his cock pressing into me. He meant... he wanted to... My eyes flew to his face.

"What, right now?"

He nodded slowly. I looked around. No one was working outside today. Nobody could see us, despite all the glass.

My skin felt like it was tingling, making me break out in goosebumps everywhere.

And he hadn't even touched me yet.

"Okay."

He smiled at me then. Kind of like he found me amusing.

"I wasn't asking permission. I was telling you."

Dear lord. The things he made me feel... it was almost like I didn't have a choice.

I wanted him though. More than I would have thought possible.

His hands slid up my arms and down my back. He grabbed the edges of my sweater and yanked it over my head. I gasped, the cool air touching my skin. He smiled at me smugly and lowered his head to my neck. His hands grasped my ass and lifted me, forcing my thighs open.

He kissed me then, guiding my legs around him.

Was he trying to do this standing up???

"Pants off. Now."

I didn't know why I obeyed him so quickly. I couldn't have explained it. Maybe it was his voice. Maybe it was just him.

I didn't really have a choice though.

Quickly I peeled my jeans off and stood in front of him in my bra and panties. He was undoing his pants, pulling his cock out. I saw it in the daylight for the first time.