Page 34 of Heartstruck

Jared

The second we get back to her apartment, we’re quick to give in to each other with the appetite we created at the bar.

Alli’s fingers brush the back of my neck, her touch charged with something electric—need, maybe.

Desperation. Like she’s been waiting for this just as much as I have.

Before I can even turn around, she’s pulling me into her, my back hits the door, and her lips are crashing on mine with a hunger that matches the storm raging in my chest.

I don’t even have time to breathe before she’s claiming more of me.

The door digs into my back, a sharp reminder of how impossibly close we are.

Her mouth opens and draws a breath for a second, urgent, desperate, like she couldn’t wait all night.

And God, I can’t blame her. I wanted to be inside of her hours ago.

It’s fast and fierce. No pretending. No games this time.

I’m about to lift her off the ground when I hear the faintest rustling in the living room.

I don’t even stop kissing her. But then I hear that sound again—footsteps. I almost groan in frustration, but I don’t care enough. Not yet to break away.

Then she speaks, clear as day.

“Okay, that’s my cue,” Olivia says, standing a few feet from the couch. “I’m going out for a couple of hours.” Her keys jingle in her hand as she stands up, totally unfazed by the display of… whatever this is.

My hands find her waist, gripping her tighter as I press her back against the wall to let Olivia through. Alli’s laughter is winded like she’s shy, but there’s nothing fragile about the way she’s hooked onto me. The door closes behind us, and we hear Olivia humming unrecognizably as she walks away.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” I tease, trailing light kisses down her neck. Her nails dig into my shoulders, pulling me even closer.

She exhales a quiet laugh, her breath sending shivers through my skin. “I couldn’t wait the second I saw you walking out of the locker room.”

Her voice is all confidence, low and dangerous, sending a pulse of need straight to my cock. I pull back briefly, just to look at her, her flushed cheeks, the way her lips are parted, and the desire in her eyes.

Her fingers hook around the hem of my shirt, and I’m done for. She pulls it over my head, tossing it aside before her hands trace over my chest.

“Bedroom,” Alli says against my lips, her voice rough, barely controlled.

I don’t give her a chance to tease me anymore.

In a swift motion, I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, laughing again as we stumble down the hallway toward her bedroom.

The way she fits against me, the way her body responds to every touch—it’s driving me insane.

I’ve been holding back for weeks before we made it official, and now, finally, there’s nothing in our way.

We barely make it to the bed before we collapse, lips tangled, hands roving. There’s a frantic energy between us, like we can’t get enough, and all I can focus on is her—her skin, her minty ginger breath, her voice.

“You in this skirt kills me.” I yank it off her and throw it to the side like the rest. Her breath hitches when my hand glides up and down her body.

Her skin feels like silk under my touch, and when I lean down to kiss the inside of her thigh, she gasps, her hands tangling in my hair, pleading with me for closeness.

“Jared…” her breathy moan fills my ears, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.

“Baby,” I whisper against her skin, kissing a trail higher, inching closer to where she wants me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Her muscles stiffen beneath me, a gasp escaping her as my lips graze her skin. Every tremor that runs through her is like a spark under my fingertips, and I can feel her pulse racing, quick and desperate. Her fingers dig into my upper back to stay grounded.

I pull back slightly, noticing her free hand pressed firmly to her lips, like she’s trying to trap whatever sound wants to escape. Her breathing is ragged, eyes fluttering closed as if she’s holding onto some part of herself, struggling to keep it all contained.

“Don’t cover your mouth, I want to hear you.”

She bites her lip, her eyes challenging mine for a split second. “And risk a noise complaint? We were wicked loud last time.”

My fingers move lower, slipping under the edge of her underwear, and I feel the instant reaction of her body.

Her breath catches as I slide a finger, then another, inside her, and the moan that escapes is unrestrained, sending a jolt of intoxicating heat coursing through me.

“There’s my girl.”

Alli’s body arches in response, fingers gripping the sheets. The tension coils in her, her muscles tightening, breaths sharp and erratic. I quicken my pace, intent on giving her everything she craves, and every inch of me is focused on that one goal.

“Jared,” she breathes, her voice trembling with urgency, wild. “I’m—”

I watch her face twist in pure pleasure, the way her lip catches between her teeth, trying to stifle the sounds that escape her. The intensity in her eyes drives me to lean down, capturing her moans with a kiss.

“On your knees, baby.”

She sinks down in one fluid motion, her hair cascading over her shoulders. The sight of her kneeling before me hits me like a punch to the chest—hotter than I ever expected.

“Look at you.” I’m madly drunk just at the sight of her.

“So goddamn beautiful and all mine.” I declare as my head falls back, and I close the space between us without thinking twice.

She glides her fingers up and down my skin, forcing me to look down at her; those wide brown eyes search my face like she’s waiting for a hint, a sign that I want this as much as she does.

Spoiler: I do. Hell, I’ve never wanted anything more.

She leans forward, her touch slow but hesitant, her fingers grazing my hip as she tugs off my boxers.

My breath stutters when her hand wraps around me, the firm but uncertain stroke making my head snap back.

I fist her hair, anchoring myself as I fight the rush of sensation, barely holding on.

“Shit,” I rasp, the word barely escaping me.

When her lips part and take me in, it’s almost too much to handle. A groan slips out, involuntary, and I catch the flicker of ecstasy in her eyes, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She moves slowly at first, every flick of her tongue doing wonders to me.

My breaths quicken, and I don’t care about the noise. I can’t. So I moan and I groan, pleading, yearning. I grip her hair harder, trying to hold on as I’m about to plunge into oblivion; each lap of her tongue fuels the fire in my veins.

“I’m—” The sensation builds, ready to explode.

She responds with an encouraging hum, and I lose myself. My hips buck against her mouth, and I come undone, spilling over as the pressure dissolves into bliss.

“Fuck.”

As the last wave of release shudders through me, I steal a glance at her, eyes still hazy with pleasure. She separates her mouth from me that’s still hard just at the sight of her on her knees. The way the cum stretches on her plump lips gets me hard all over again.

Our mouths collide again, the urgency building as I mark her skin with soft kisses and teasing nibbles.

I find that sensitive spot on her neck, and the way she arches against me sends a fresh wave of desire to feel her inside.

Her breath hitches, a gasp slipping from her lips as I press my mouth to her skin, savoring the taste of her.

Alli moves to straddle me, her eyes locking with mine.

“Condom?” I ask, breathless, my lips trailing over her breasts.

I love her body. I could worship her every day.

“On the pill. I need to feel you inside of me without anything.”

“And here I thought you loved being safe,” I tease, my hands gliding down her sides, enjoying the way her body reacts to my touch.

“I just want you,” I breathe. “I want you with me, on me.”

Alli settles on top of me and guides my cock inside her. I’m surrounded by her tight heat. I can hardly process anything beyond her, my entire vocabulary has been reduced to “fuck,” “keep going,” and calling her my princess.

“You feel so damn good,” I grip her hips.

Our lips fight each other again, the fervor between us escalating so that it could rival the gates of hell. My heart pounds against my chest, matching the rhythm of her movements, and I’m craving more.

I flip Alli over on all fours to take her deeper. Inch by inch, I push deeper until I’m buried inside. And I hit the sweet spot I know she loves. Alli cries out in pleasure, I feel her body going limp, and I start to see black dots lining my vision.

With one final thrust, I feel her clamp down around me, her body shuddering as the pleasure explodes.

We’re in pure bliss when I pull her close, her warmth melding perfectly with mine. Our breaths mingle, hearts racing like we've run a marathon. It’s messy, intense, and so damn good that nothing else matters.

“That was life-changing,” I say gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her flushed face. She smiles, that beautiful, satisfied grin that makes my chest swell with affection.

“You holding out on me, Collins?”

“Hardly, Castillo,” I say, dropping a lazy kiss to her lips. It starts slow, but then we’re lost in each other all night—senseless and charged, wrapped up in the kind of connection that makes everything else fade away.