Page 69 of Defiant
At least, I’d thought so, until I met Jaz’s dark eyes. Her stare held no judgment, no pity. She did not look at me with questions in her eyes; only hunger.
“My turn,” she spoke, a smile curling on her lips. She wriggled out of her shirt, throwing it to the floor near mine. Her chest was still restricted by a black bra, but soon enough she took that off and flung it aside, too.
I’d helped her out of that spoiled dress before, but this…this was nothing like that. This was not something I could’ve ever imagined doing that night. Not much time had passed, and yet it felt like I’d known her my whole life, like, somehow, she’d wormed her way into my closed-off heart and found herself a home there.
“Well?” Jaz asked, leaning back, laying back down. She ran a hand along her flat stomach, her palm grazing her own breast as she added, “Who looks better without a shirt? Me or you?”
My gaze ate her up. “You,” I growled out. “Definitely you.” I leaned down, running my hands all over her, feeling her in a way I never had before. Her breasts were round and soft, big enough to hold comfortably in one hand, her nipples hardened pebbles, tempting me.
I brought my mouth to her neck, kissing the crook of it, relishing in the sounds she made as I slowly worked my way down, stopping only when I took one of those beautiful nipples into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and causing her to moan and writhe beneath me.
I gave the other nipple equal attention, my cock aching to be free. That’s when I wondered if I had anything here. Might not. It wasn’t like taking women home had been on my priority list. Fuck it all to hell—what would I do if I didn’t have any protection here? I doubted if I was inside her, I’d be able to pull out in time. I just had the feeling once I was buried in her, I’d lose it.
Rolling away from her, I left her half-naked body gasping and needy. I got up, moving to my dresser. If I had some, they’d be in my sock drawer. Stupid place, I knew, but it’s where I always kept them. Don’t ask me why.
I was so focused on digging through that drawer I neglected to hear the sounds of clothes being taken off behind me. In the far back corner, there sat a few unused condoms—and after checking the date to make sure we were all good, I turned around with the rubber in my hand. I nearly dropped that fucker when I saw Jaz laying on my bed, completely naked. I did what anyone would do when seeing Jaz naked for the first time: I froze.
She was…she was beyond beautiful. More than gorgeous. Seeing her, lying there, nearly stole the breath out of my lungs, and damned well stopped me from breathing in another. To say Jaz was perfect would still somehow be an understatement. With her tan skin, those big, brown eyes…with the curves on her body and her slender figure, not to mention the wildness of her long, black hair—she was a cut above the rest. Better than any of us could ever hope to be.
I must’ve stared at her for too long, for she grinned, leaning half her face against my pillow. “What? Is Mr. Grumps changing his mind? Talk about awkward—”
A frown grew on my face, and I flicked the condom at her. It hit her stomach, and she didn’t even blink. I stormed over to her, my frown deepening as I said, “I told you—” Whatever else I was going to say died in the back of my throat when she leaped up, threw her arms around me, and pulled me back down onto the bed.
“I know,” she purred out, arching her back beneath me and looking as tempting as another human being could possibly be. “Now put your attitude where your dick is.”
My eyes narrowed at that. I didn’t think that was a saying.
Jaz ran a finger along my jaw, biting her bottom lip as she murmured, “Fuck me, Jacob. That means fuck me.” She then gave me a smile that was far too innocent after what she’d just said.
Well, how the fuck was a man supposed to resist that?
Within a moment, the rest of my clothes were on the floor in a heap with the others, and I was leaning my body against hers, my cock hard as steel as I gazed down upon her. Her dark eyes ate me up, raking over my body, not lingering on the scar, on my shame, instead focusing on the cock that would be inside her soon enough. She licked her lips, and my mind went tumbling down the rabbit hole.
I could think of a lot of things to do with that mouth.
My hand turned clumsy as I grabbed the wrapper, tearing it open and pulling out the rubber. I rolled it on, her legs already spread beneath me. I didn’t stop myself, didn’t hesitate, didn’t linger; I pushed inside of her with one thrust of my hips, filling her up to her core and causing her to sharply inhale.
My eyelids slammed shut when I filled her. The feeling of my cock in her pussy was unlike anything I’d ever felt, better than I imagined. My hand truly was no comparison to the warm tightness wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, “you feel so good.” My fingers tightened in the sheets, and as I withdrew myself from her, I turned my gaze toward her, watching her reaction as I filled her up again.
Maybe she only felt this good because I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe it was only like heaven incarnate because of the taboo-ness. Or…maybe she was just made for me, regardless of all of that.
Her skin flushed, her mouth hanging open. Jaz was already panting, and she brought her hands to my neck, bringing my mouth down to hers, kissing me with a fire that spread throughout my body and ignited the urgent need to fuck her harder.
Our mouths broke apart as my hips began to thrust in a steadier rhythm, my length dragging in and out of her. No matter how I moved, her body took it. Moans escaped her throat each time I pounded into her harder, her breasts heaving with each thrust of my hips.
God, I could just sit here and watch her reactions to being fucked. Her expression, her sounds, everything about her in this moment…I craved more. Being the one fucking her was just a bonus.
I lost myself to the act, for once not in my own head and allowing my instincts to take over and take charge. My hips worked hard, sweat forming on my lower back as I pumped in and out of her. Jaz arched her back beneath me, allowing me a better angle to push in, as deep as I could go. Being buried inside her, feeling her take in every inch of my length, it was literally the best feeling in the world.
Enough to make me forget about my past, about what I did. It was enough to make me believe that, for her, I could be the good man she thought I was.
My balls tightened, a feeling of pressure building deep within me—a feeling I could not push off, something I could not fight. Her pussy felt too good, her body too perfect under mine. When it became too much, I let it happen.
The orgasm took hold of me, pleasure causing my thrusting to become hard and erratic. A sensation of bliss surged through me as my cock emptied itself inside her, caught by the rubber. Yeah, thank God for that. There was no way I could’ve pulled out of her in time. I didn’t want to. I wanted to mark this girl as mine, wanted to know, even after I took her home and she was safe and sound in her own bed, that she’d be thinking of me, of this moment, my dick inside of her.
Me. Not that Archer kid. Not the fucking Scott. And certainly not that freak Dante.
