Page 8 of Birchwood Burn (Black Timber Peak Hotshots #2)

EIGHT

LARISSA

Is it supposed to be like this? Like my heart is about to burst from my chest while my panties burst into a combustible flame?

My body is in euphoria as it sizzles with every caress of his skin against mine.

Because if so, then holy crap, I’ve been missing out.

Only Howard has been my partner, and damn, he bamboozled me.

Needing to be closer, I crawl into Jace’s lap and settle over his large bulge. It hits right where I need it to, and we both groan. I roll my hips over him, and I throw my head back as pleasure licks along my spine.

“Fuck, Trouble, you feel so damn good.” His hands skate up my legs, pulling my dress along with it. “Are you okay with all this?”

I bite my bottom lip hard as he grabs my ass and squeezes with both hands as he grinds his cock against my core.

“Yes. Don’t you dare stop.”

He chuckles and kisses the skin along my neck, before using the tip of his tongue to trail along my collarbone and takes a soft bite of my skin where my shoulder meets my flesh, then swirls his tongue around it to soothe the nibble’s sting.

The whole time, he thrusts his cock and pulls my body back and forth over him, working me into a frenzy.

The pleasure is building a new wildfire within me, and this time, I don’t know if I’m going to survive the blaze.

He moves his hands between my ass and the lace of the lingerie panties I bought yesterday, along with this dress, when I realized I had a date with him.

They were expensive, but if he were to tear them off me, it’d be well worth it.

He takes another fleshy squeeze as he pushes me harder and faster over his dick, and the frenzy has my first orgasm building. Jace’s mouth covers my large breasts, and even through the fabric of my matching bra and dress, I sense his heat as he sucks hard on my heavily aroused nipple.

My hands grip his shoulders as I moan and speed up my hips as fast as I can as I chase after this release.

One I’ve needed for so long and haven’t been able to achieve.

Everything that doesn’t work for this moment fades from my mind.

All I can concentrate on is the hot pleasure in between my legs as I inhale Jace’s pine and musky scent, his mouth as he keeps working my nipples over, and the impact of his cock and hands as he guides me to my release.

“You’re so beautiful, Trouble. And you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m all yours.”

“Then show me. Give me your first orgasm of the night, because there’s no doubt about it. You are going to be coming all night.”

I moan and keep moving as I want it. I want it so badly.

“Damn these curves.” He squeezes my ass again. “I can’t wait to see you bouncing on my cock, baby. It’s going to be the sexiest thing in this world.”

The pleasure snaps inside me, and I gasp and moan as my orgasm takes over. I shake on top of him as I collapse and rest on top of him, trying to catch my breath.

“That’s it, Trouble, catch your breath.” He rubs his hands up and down my back as he soothes me. “How are your lungs?”

I inhale just fine and turn my face into his neck. “They’re good.” I pull his earlobe into my mouth and suck on it. Jace jolts and thrusts his hips against mine.

“Fuck.”

“You like that?” I ask as I continue to nibble, lick, and suck on his earlobe.

“Yes. Too much. You need to stop, or I’m going to blow with your hips moving like that and your tongue doing that with my ear and neck.”

I keep going.

“Trouble, you need to stop now.”

A giggle escapes me. “Or what, you’re going to spank me?”

The idea must’ve been too tempting, because he growls and lifts his hand and gives my ass a slight smack. I yelp from the surprise and gush even more for him. “Trouble, that was a great idea. Now get up, stand in front of me, and strip. I need to see this body now. It’s mine.”

The whole alpha demanding thing is such a turn on, it has my mind and body in a mush, but I do as he says.

The pleasure is so strong, and his demand so loud in my mind for once, I’m not worried about my body, the rolls that will show, the cellulite, or the stretch marks.

For once, I’m free and only lost in the sensations.

And I want to please him, because he’s going to make me feel so good, like he already has.

I strip for him slowly, and he leans back on the couch with his hands fisted at his side as he watches me drop my panties beneath my dress and kick them away.

He licks his lips. I undo the zipper down my back and experiment with the material as I pull my arms out of the sleeves and keeping one hand holding the dress up around my breast. Then I play with the bottom of my dress and pull it up just below my pussy, giving him a view of my thighs and nothing else.

“Fuck,” he growls with his full attention on me.

Never once have I felt so sexy and empowered in my life, and it’s all because this man, this gorgeous epitome of a man, finds me irresistible. I hope every woman in this world finds this in her life because it’s intoxicating.

I twirl around playing with my dress again, but giving him full shots of my ass, while I peek over my shoulder at him. I unsnap my bra and take it off while the dress still shields my tits and my pussy from his view.

Lust overtakes me while I watch him cup himself before he undoes his pants and pulls his cock out.

They’ve never been something I would scream joy about, but damn, now I know it’s because I’ve never seen Jace’s before.

It’s long, girthy, and hard with a vein pulsing, and the head red, almost purple.

Beads of pre-cum leak from the top, and he swipes them away as he fists his cock in his large hand and pumps.

I moan as a jolt shoots into my pussy, and I ache for him to fill me up.

I want to watch the show, so I turn around, and my breath quickens as he strokes himself faster.

“Stop teasing me, Trouble, and drop the dress. Show me what’s mine.”

I do, and he groans as he takes in my body. “You’re perfect.” He says in awe. “Touch your breast. Play with your nipples.”

He’s like a puppeteer, and I do what he commands. I’m a double D, so my smaller hands leave a lot for Jace to watch. My nipples are hard and ache to be sucked, but I tweak them with my fingers and gasp as my slick heat paints across my inner thighs.

“That’s it, pleasure yourself. But don’t touch your pussy. That’s all for me.”

“What about you? You’re touching your dick, and that’s all mine.” I boldly demand, wondering who this woman is and where she has been my whole adult life.

Jace lifts his brow and smirks as he stops jerking himself. “Oh, you don’t like me touching what’s yours?”

Of course not. I love it and want to watch him pleasure himself all the time, but I want to see where he goes with this.

“Exactly. If I can’t touch my pussy, then you can’t touch your dick.”

A grin plays on Jace’s face, and I imagine all the naughty things playing around in his head.

“Fuck, Trouble. We’re perfect for each other. Keep playing with your tits and tell me what you want to do?”

“Well, first, play fair. At least take off your shirt and push your pants down farther.”

Him sitting on the couch with his pants still on and his hard dick out is panty-melty hot, and I’m not ready to give up the vision yet.

He does what I tell him, and my stomach clenches at how built and toned he is. Holy fuck, he could be a mold for a statue. He’s so fit.

I lick my lips, and he sits back and places his arms on the back of the sofa, waiting, giving me spank bank material for a lifetime.

“Now, what do you want to do?” His voice is laced with lust, and I bite my bottom lip. The thought of him whispering dirty nothings into my ear for the rest of my life has me aching.

The need for him is growing so much. I had all these plans.

Him in my mouth. Him eating me out. But right now, with how hot I am and this compulsion to have him as mine makes me whimper.

I’m crazed with passion, and I don’t know what to do with it all.

I feel accepted, wanted, and desired, and it’s overwhelming.

My emotions are at the surface, ready to bubble over.

All because I finally know what it’s like to be in love.

“I need you. Inside me. Making love to me. Love me. Keep me.”

The last two words about break me, as my eyes fill with tears, as I’m afraid to be discarded again. But this time, Jace is different. I don’t think I’d be able to deal with the aftermath if it were ever the case. Jace’s fiery lust falls away, and he’s off the couch, wrapping me in his arms.

“Baby, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours? You can tell me anything. Let me make it better.”