That wasn’t the only reason I didn’t deserve her. But it was the only one I was willing to admit to my mother tonight.
“So if you’re so sure about the way things should be, why don’t you trust yourself? Why are you sleeping here tonight? You’re feeling guilty about something that already happened, am I right?”
“I think we’re done talking about this tonight.” Kissing her on the forehead, I said, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
In the guest bedroom, I settled into bed and brought my fingers to my nose. I could still smell Farrah. Holy shit. My dick rose to attention as I replayed everything that had happened in my truck—the way she’d told me she wanted to suck me off, the taste of her lips and tits, the way she grinded her pussy on me until we both came. I was completely wired.
Maybe Farrah could sense my energy because a text came in from her a few seconds later.
Farrah: Are you still up?
My first instinct was to once again warn her not to think about me, not to get her hopes up. But ultimately, I relaxed into my pillow and typed out what I actually felt.
Jace: I can still smell you all over me, and it’s keeping me awake.
Farrah: When can I see you again?
Jace: I think we need to pace ourselves. Let’s give it a couple of days. Then we’ll see.
We’ll see. I knew those would be my famous last words.
The dots moved around while she typed.
In the meantime, I sent her another message.
Jace: Don’t forget to delete this text.
A second later, her response came through.
Farrah: Goodnight.
I could sense her disappointment. She probably wanted a more enthusiastic text from me. Believe me, a part of me wanted to tell her I’d be picking her up in the morning to take her home, so we could finish what we’d started tonight while Nathan was at work. But the next time we gave in to our feelings, I knew we’d end up taking it too far. That would mark the beginning of me inevitably hurting her, which I was in no rush to do.
Chapter 15
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Farrah
Two days after my encounter with Jace in his truck, I received a text at 5AM.
Jace: Nathan is leaving at 8:45. Can you call in sick to work?
I got chills.
My shift normally started at 7AM. It would have been ideal to give my boss more notice if I wasn’t going to show up, but there was no way I could refuse the opportunity to be alone with Jace.
Farrah: Consider it done.
I sent a text to my supervisor, letting her know I was “sick” and apologizing for the late notice.
Over the next few hours, I couldn’t fall back asleep. Tossing and turning, I stayed in my bed until I heard the sound of Nathan starting his car.
After he took off down the road, I got up to go in search of Jace. Before I could even exit my room, he appeared at my doorway.
Shirtless, he gazed down at me.
I gulped. My eyes wandered down to the thin happy trail leading the way into his gray sweatpants. He was already hard.
“Hey,” I breathed.
“Hey,” he said, his chest heaving.
I stepped closer and asked, “What did you have in mi—”
His lips were on mine before I could get the words out. Jace’s body pressed against me as he went in search of my tongue. I could feel his massive cock throbbing against me.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
He lowered his mouth to kiss my neck. “I’m going to go to hell for this.”
“I’ll be right there with you.”
He moved back, his eyes traveling the length of my body. “Take off your clothes,” he said. “I want to look at you first.”
My nipples stiffened as I tore off every shred of clothing, paying no attention to where I threw things on the floor. Nearly losing my balance, I kicked my shorts off before slipping my underwear down my legs.
Straightening my shoulders, I stood before him totally nude, the peach fuzz on my legs stiffening. Jace stared at me for several seconds, his pupils dilated. The look of hunger in his eyes alone made me wet. I’d never been stared at while naked before, but there was something so arousing about baring yourself and watching someone devour you with their eyes. My nipples practically turned to steel.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
I lowered my hand. As I began to massage my clit, Jace lowered his pants and let them fall to the floor. His boxer briefs came off next. I watched as his gigantic cock sprung forward. It was perfect—huge and glistening—exactly the way I’d pictured it. I salivated, wanting to take it in my mouth.
“Holy shit,” I muttered. “You’re beautiful.”
I hadn’t seen anything yet because he started to jerk off as he stared at me. My fingers rubbed over my clit harder. I was incredibly turned on by the look of hunger in his eyes.
“I’ve thought of this moment every night for a month,” he said.
We stayed in place for several minutes, facing each other and pleasuring ourselves. My level of arousal was unbearable.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs apart.”
My knees trembled as I moved to the bed and lay back, moving my knees as far apart as they would go.
He tugged on his dick several more times before moving onto the bed to hover over me.
“I found your pills in the bathroom once. You still on them?”
I nodded.
“Good. I want to fuck you raw, Farrah. Is that okay? I’m clean. I’ve been safe with everyone else.”
There was nothing I wanted more. “Yes.”
On all fours, he bent to take my mouth in his. “How badly do you want me inside of you?”
“So badly,” I breathed.
“Tell me. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you right now.”
“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. There is nothing I want more than to feel you inside of me, and for you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone.” I let out a long breath. “Please…please fuck me hard.”
He bit at my collarbone. “You sure you want it hard?”
“Yes.”
“I might hurt you.”
“I don’t care.”
He moved back to look at me, and his eyes darkened with desire. It pleased me to know Jace had gotten to the point where all of his doubts and inhibitions were obliterated.
He spread my legs wider, and I felt his crown at my opening. “Put me inside of you,” he said.
Placing my hand around his rigid cock, I felt how wet it was at the tip. I circled his crown around my opening, loving the feeling of his precum against my skin. It was validation. I began to stroke his shaft.
“Keep doing that and I’m gonna come in your hand and not in your beautiful pussy. Fucking put me inside of you, Farrah, before I explode.”
I didn’t know whether to prolong his agony or give in to my own need. Ultimately, I couldn’t wait any longer. I rubbed his tip over my opening a few more times and pushed his cock inside.
A long groan escaped him as he sank into me. “Oh…fuck…”