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Chapter fifteen

Janae

T he moment Shane’s lips touched mine, everything I had come out here to tell him, every reason why we couldn’t be together, vanished. He had mumbled something about another girl before kissing me, but honestly, I didn’t have time to process it, and at this moment I could care less. That is something future Janae can deal with instead.

Pushing my hands into his short blonde hair, I grip it with all my might. When he grunts, I can’t help but feel pleased that I’m causing him a bit of pain. Even though my brain can’t seem to register the reasons I’m angry, my body still knows.

Beep…Beep.

The noise of a car alarm goes off, breaking the bubble we’re in and I pull away from him.

“Why don’t you come inside?” I tell him as I walk into my house, not pausing once until I’m in my room, hearing Shane close both doors. The need for him still consumes me and I decide that I’m not going to think about it for once. I’m just going to act. We can consider this closure or some shit like that.

Shane is looking at me as if he’s trying to figure me out, but there is no need. This is all carnal. He continues to watch me as I grip the waistband of my running shorts and pull them down my legs. I step out of them, leaving me in just my sports bra and T-shirt. Shane’s pupils have dilated, and his cheeks have turned red. Looking down at his crotch, if I didn’t know before, I know now that he’s turned on.

Knowing that gives me the confidence to keep going, because tonight is going to be about me getting what I need and that’s all. Next, I pull my shirt off and throw it to the ground. Shane still hasn’t said a word, but his eyes track my every movement. Lastly, I pull my sports bra off, leaving me completely naked.

Using the last of my strength, I walk over to my bed and sit against the headboard, spreading my legs so that Shane can get an eyeful of my wet pussy. I watch him, but he still hasn’t made a move. Honestly, I’d expected him to be naked already, but I’ve never done this before.

“Do you like what you see?” I purr at him, and I just hope that’s how it comes across. If it wasn’t for the fact that Shane is sporting a huge hard-on, I might be concerned that I wasn’t affecting him, but I know I am. Besides, he’s holding his body so tightly it’s as if he’s trying to keep himself together.

He clears his throat, then asks, “Are you sure you want this? You don’t want to talk?”

I glide the tips of my fingers along the seam of my pussy gathering my wetness, then I dip my fingers into me. When I pull them out, I show them to Shane. “Does it look like I’m unsure?”

That does it. Shane snaps.

“Don’t stop. I want you to get that pussy ready for me.”

Dipping my fingers back into my pussy, I collect my come, using it to circle my clit. The whole time I keep eye contact with Shane as he quickly strips down to his naked self. Once again I’m amazed by how large his cock is, and I can feel a rush of wetness remembering how it felt inside me.

Shane doesn’t make me wait any longer. He dives onto the bed, gripping each of my thighs as he zeroes in on my pussy. He looks up at me with a devilish smile. “You know, I haven’t tasted you yet. I can’t walk away not knowing.”

Before I can even gather any words, he licks me clean from my seam to my clit. The warmth of his tongue feels glorious, and I thrust my pussy into his face. Shane takes it as the invitation it is, gripping my ass he continues his ministrations with his tongue.

“Fuck yes,” I moan when his mouth hits my clit.

At that moment, he pulls my clit in between his lips and sucks. The sensation sends me to new heights and I come so hard I swear I see stars. “I’m coming,” I groan.

“Good girl,” Shane praises me and I expect him to stop and move on. But I should’ve known better. He does everything differently than I’m used to.

This time though, Shane makes sure to keep eye contact with me as he slowly licks me, gathering my wetness on his tongue. After a few swipes, he looks up at me and makes a show of swallowing every ounce of my cum, then he licks his lips. “Mmm…you taste just like birthday cake. My favorite.”

Fuck. My only response is to spread my legs even further. He smiles when he sees the action. Sitting up on his knees, he crawls between my legs, rubbing his cock against me.

“Put it inside me,” I beg.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I got you,” he say as he thrusts into me.

My pussy stretches around him and I can’t help but enjoy the sting. This man is so big, I wonder if I’ll ever get used to it. I shake those thoughts from my head, because that’s not what this is about. No, this will be the last time we have sex. This is closure , I remind myself.

Shane kisses me as he thrusts deep into me. I can feel every one of his emotions but I choose not to worry about that. He’s the one that lied to me, I’m just enjoying the moment.

“Fuck, baby girl, you feel so good,” he says breathlessly.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I begin to meet him with every thrust, concentrating on what we’re doing instead of all the emotions that swim around us. He slips his hand between us and grazes my clit a few times, and that’s all it takes for my pussy to clench around his cock.

“Ugghh…” I moan as I come around him.

Not long after I fall over the edge, he joins me grunting his release. Rolling off of me, I take a deep breath trying to revel in the afterglow, but I’m not able to enjoy it because all of my feelings of anger come back full force.

Sitting up from my bed, I start to gather all of Shane’s clothes off the floor. His cum is dripping down my legs, but I don’t care. This opened me up to him more than I would have liked. I need him gone.

“You need to go,” I say firmly, shoving his clothes into his hands.

“I thought we could talk, Janae.” I shiver at my name on his lips, but I hold strong.

“No. You lied to me. This was just closure sex,” I tell him.

Shane begins to get dressed, but looks up at me with a look of sadness. “Please, let me explain.”

“I can’t. I’ve been lied to before and I won’t allow it.” I hold firm.

Shane just nods and finishes getting dressed. As he goes to leave, he looks back over at me and mutters before closing the door, “I’m sorry, Janae.”