Freeing Destiny (Fate #2) (22 page)

“Yes, Sunshine?” He kissed my shoulder, and then trailed his tongue along the curve of my neck again.
Such restraint.
I had no idea how he managed to stay composed when our bodies were this close, this frantic.

“I want you, Jack. I
need
you.” I could almost cry, the ache was that painful. I’d waited all these years for the right one and here he was—touching me and making my body reach heights of indulgence I never dreamed possible.

“How bad do you want me, Stella?” he growled. His breathing became short puffs of air that tickled my exposed skin.

How did I answer this the right way? I couldn’t wait any longer and I wasn’t too proud to beg. But I knew Jack wanted my first time—
our
first time
together
—to be special. I didn’t care about the romantic stuff, not when lust and desire were steering every one of my senses.

It was time I took control, even if I didn’t know exactly how to do so. I whirled around, panting and ravenous, grabbed his gorgeous face in my hands, and kissed him hard. There was nothing sweet about this homecoming. My lips couldn’t get enough. My hands roved and seized, demanded that every inch of his muscled body submit to my requests.

As our tongues tasted and teased, I worked the buttons of his shirt free. Jack’s hands remained anchored to my waist, his tight grip digging into my hip bones and urging me on. Stripped of his shirt, I ghosted open-mouthed kisses over his stunning physique. Jack’s body should have been in magazines. Not the dirty ones, the fitness guru kind. He was the picture of athleticism, sinewy and strong. Dips and valleys in all the right places. Firm and smooth, in proper proportion.

My hands and lips spoke wordlessly for me, showing him what I wanted.
Him.
I
wanted
him. He had to know that. And by the sounds of his silence, I yearned to believe he was about to grant my unrequited wish.

His chest rose and fell with deep breaths as my fingers inched into the waistline of his pants and undid his belt.

“Stella.” His voice sounded like a warning. But I wasn’t taking caution. Not this time. In this case, being safe was
not
better than being sorry. Sorry meant nothing but regrets, and I didn’t want any. Not when it came to Jack.

“Shhh, baby. Please. Let me.” I slid his pants down his legs, and dropped to my knees. A throaty growl hitched in Jack’s throat and fueled my courage.
Do it, Stella. Pleasure him and make him want more. Show him you’re not a delicate flower, but a sexy beast waiting to be set free from her cage.

My inner fiend won over my usual lady-like ways. I cupped Jack’s thick cock through the fun, peek-a-boo slit in his boxers. His body tensed with my initial touch and then relaxed when I pumped my fist down his length. And, boy, was it
some
length! I’d never tried this before, although I’d been curious. Something about being the one to control a man’s pleasure emboldened me. In this case, emboldened meant I was wetter than I’d ever been. Crazy. I hadn’t even tasted him yet and I was dripping with desire.

“Sunshine, you don’t have to,” he whispered. I felt his gaze on me, but didn’t dare look up to meet his eyes. I didn’t want to be talked out of this.

“Jack, I want to.”
I really, really want to.

He exhaled loudly as his fingers twirled and stroked my hair.

With one more sensual tug on the rigid muscle throbbing in my hand, I leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip of his soft flesh. I darted my tongue out to taste and was pleasantly surprised by how amazingly delicious it was.

His body shuddered and raspy curse words rolled off his tongue.

That!
That was the kind of reaction I wanted.

My tongue painted a delicate path up and down his shaft and then my lips sealed around him, my cheeks hollowing. Although this was new to me, I’d researched and was prepared for the thrill of a lifetime. I urged him to thrust deeper by cupping his ass, enjoying every second of his uninhibited response.

“Fuck, Stella,” he growled. His fingers tangled in my curls.

I could do this all night if it meant he’d keep going on like this—merciless to my mouth and loving it.

Curiosity high and endorphins raging, I picked up the pace and used my hand to compensate for what my mouth wasn’t doing. Warm, salty liquid tinged my tongue and traveled down my throat, feeding the fire that roared within. If Jack didn’t claim me tonight, I might have to take matters into my own hand, and it wasn’t my own hand I wanted alleviating my ache. I needed—with every bone in my body—to be one with Jack. Tonight I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Releasing his cock from my mouth with a loud, satisfying pop, I looked up, and the sight before me squeezed my insides. “Jack?” I pleaded. “The bed. Get on the bed.”

He pulled me up by my elbows, pressed against my body, and kissed me hard. “You taste like . . . me. I love it. Now, lie down and let me undress you.”

With careful attention, Jack stripped me of my tank top. His breath lingered on my bare skin. The intimate moment caused prickles to coat my skin and my heart to gallop in my chest. Skin against skin, Jack worked his hands to the front clasp of my bra and undid it. My breasts sprung free and became fair game. He suckled my beaded peaks, nibbled on the over-sensitized flesh.

“Oh, Jack,” I moaned, unable to control
anything
. I clenched my legs together to contain the damp heat that spread within me, but it did me no good. I needed friction. I needed release. I needed Jack. “Please, baby. Please make love to me.” My voice sounded foreign as my bold words struck the air. I feared another rejection and said a silent prayer for absolution. My body was imprisoned by my ache to be satisfied. Jack had to know this game of waiting for the right moment was slowly killing me.

“Are you sure?” he asked with his lips on my collarbone.

“Yes. I want this. I want you.”

He rose to his knees and gazed into my eyes with adoration. “I’ve wanted you for what seems like a lifetime, but it’s crazy to think it’s only been a few weeks. That’s what you do to me, Stella. You make time stand still, every second counts, every moment means something.”

His sweet words made my heart thump faster. Time knew no bounds. It shouldn’t have been possible but I’d already fallen hard for Jack. I was in love. There was no denying it any longer. For the first time in my life I knew how it felt to want to share every waking moment with another person because he made me so happy. I couldn’t imagine a second ticking by without him by my side.

I needed to say it. “Jack, I—I—”

His fingers pressed against my quivering lips and silenced me before I could profess my love. “Shhhh, love. You asked me to make love to you, but I have other plans.”

I should’ve been hurt by his interruption—the words were desperate to be spoken—but his declaration had me curious. “Oh, really? And what plans are those?”

Jack stood at the side of the bed and appraised me. The yoga pants he loved so much were still in place, but my chest was bare and perked at attention. The feel of his wanton gaze on my skin should’ve made me feel vulnerable, but it didn’t. Goose bumps sprinkled my skin in anticipation of his touch.

“Let me show you,” he finally said, hooking his fingers into the waist of my pants and sliding them down. I arched upward to help his cause and caught a glint of approval in his navy gaze when it landed on my skimpy panties.

“
That’s
what you wear under those? To the gym?” His eyes popped. Jealousy on Jack was adorable.

“Actually, I usually go commando because chafing is never fun. But I wore these for you. I knew you’d be home soon and . . . let’s just call it wishful thinking.”

“Let’s just call it fucking hot. How about that?”

I giggled at his boyish revelation and bit my lip. “I’m glad you like them, but—can you take them off now?” I was getting the hang of this seduction thing—or so I thought—but my heart still wasn’t up to speed. Or rather, it was beating at such
high
speed I was afraid it would pop right out of my chest.

Jack licked his lips and settled next to me on top of the bed. His fingers traced the curves and dips of my body, tickled my stomach, teased my thighs, caressed the swell of my breasts. “You are so beautiful, Stella. Thank you.”

“For what?” I moaned. I was panting and ready.

“For you. You’re a gift.”

If he was talking about my virginity, he didn’t have to. I didn’t want to be thanked for waiting for the right moment; I wanted it gone. I wanted to be fucked! Not carefully. Not delicately. Not slowly. “Jack! Take me!” The agony was unbearable. I grabbed his arms and pulled him down to me. Kissing him without mercy, I used my hands and my body to seduce the sweetness right out of him. In a moment of pure abandon, I whispered against his lips, my tongue still darting out to taste his. “Fuck me, Jack.”

The sudden movement and all its intensity empowered the moment. Jack glided my panties down my legs, threw them to the floor, did the same with his boxers, and then nestled his naked body between my legs. “If I hurt you, please tell me. I want you to enjoy this so I’ll start slow and careful and then you tell me if you’re okay.”

His concern for my well-being sparked an even deeper trust for him. I was in good hands—the best, most caring hands—and I never wanted to be absent of his touch again.

“I’m ready. I’m good,” I said, confirming my eagerness. I heard the tearing of a wrapper and felt Jack sliding the condom on. I was on the pill for menstrual issues, but taking the safe road was for the best.

Jack used his fingers to spread my arousal, penetrating to prepare me for his entrance. I bucked against his hand, tugging at the sheets with my fists.
So good. So, so good.

His fingers withdrew, the absence pure torture, but it didn’t last long. Widening my legs, Jack slowly thrust into me. The initial penetration was unfamiliar and slightly painful. I bit my lip to contain a whimper and adjusted my position for comfort. Once I relaxed and allowed my body to accept his, I welcomed the wonderful sensation of our bodies becoming one by wrapping my legs around his torso.

“Is this okay?” he asked. His eyes met mine for approval.

“It’s wonderful.” I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him with fervor.

Jack slowly slipped in and out with gentle force. His hands found mine in the bedding and our fingers tangled together. There was a slight burning sensation that made me uncomfortable for a second, but once Jack dove a little deeper, my body became accustomed to his.

He rested his forehead against mine. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“No. Not at all. It feels—It feels good. You can go faster.” I was ready for more, so much more.

A hoarse groan rumbled from Jack as he plunged into me a little deeper. “Like this, my beautiful Sunshine? You feel so good. So tight. So wet.”

I guessed those were all good things because the words dripped off his tongue as though he was describing a rich chocolate dessert. His hips rocked with mine at a faster pace and each time he withdrew slowly we connected again with potent force. It was hypnotic. A rhythm of love that I would never get enough of. I met each drive of his cock by crashing forward. A light sheen of sweat glazed our bodies as we moved together with the sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans.

This was heaven. I had to wonder if sex in general was this good, or if it was because I was with Jack. I believed it to be the latter. This amazing man and I were creating magic together. Our own private, special magic that I would cherish forever, no matter where fate delivered us after tonight.

I opened my eyes to search his expression. I needed to know if he was as moved as I was by the whole experience. Unclenching my lids, I was pleasantly surprised to find Jack watching me. A wave of embarrassment eroded my euphoria, but one flash of his handsome, devilish smile brought back the brave girl I’d become in his arms. “This is so much better than I expected. Is it okay for you?” I was following his lead and the noises he was making
sounded
gratifying, but I only hoped I was doing this right—making him feel as good as I felt.

With an intense stare that triggered another warm gush of passion to my sex, Jack plunged into me, surveying my visible reaction.

The breadth of his cock stretched me, the length plunging to the hilt. My body clenched around him, inviting him to continue. An exaggerated O shape formed on my lips—there was no holding back, no confining the true emotions and sensations flooding my senses. “Oh, Jack,” I moaned. “Oh my God.” That last forceful thrust sparked the beginning of what I knew would be an epic orgasm.

“Good, baby?”

“Amazing.” I rolled my hips, in unison with his, digging the heels of my feet into his ass.

“Are you sure this isn’t too rough?”

“No!” I shouted. I wanted it rougher. Dare I say it? Yeah, why the hell not? Part of giving myself over to Jack was being free with my feelings. I had nothing to hide, nothing to hold back. “Harder, Jack. Please.”

A hearty chuckle vibrated in his chest, forcing a smile to spread across my face. Jack satisfied my request by pumping into me quicker and wilder. Tingles engulfed my body, warmth settled in the pit of my stomach, my sex throbbed each time his cock pounded into me, and then I felt myself falling.

“Yeeesss!” I screamed. “Oh, Jack, yes!” The fall was a delicious descent into ecstasy. My toes curled and my fingernails dug into Jack’s back as I rode out each beautiful wave of pleasure.

“Hold on, baby.” Jack was breathless. “Just hold on . . . one . . . more . . . oh, fuck! Oh, God. So good!” His cock stiffened further and he wrapped his arms around me tighter as we savored our climaxes, together.

Jack wilted on top of me, cupping my head in his hands. His thumbs caressed my cheeks and his feet rubbed against mine, tickling my toes. I stared deep into his eyes and knew. I loved him. Not because I’d just given him the one thing I’d never given to another guy, the one thing I could never take back and re-gift, but because my heart was full. To capacity. Exploding with happiness and love. And everything Jack.