Page 17 of Her Jealous Ex-FWB

“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. You belong to me, okay? Never let anyone touch you like this again. Understand that, baby? You’re mine. You’remine.” The pace of his thrusts picked up, no longer smooth and controlled, but unpredictable. “Your ass belongs to me. Your cunt belongs to me. Your tits belong to me. Your kisses belong to me.” The softest sigh. “Your smile…your smile belongs to me. Okay?”

“It’s all yours,” I replied. My voice sounded high and needy to my own ears. It was so different from my usual controlled self. “It all belongs to you, Jordan. You can have me. I’m yours.”

“Oh fuck,” he said, and he shoved his cock into me with a brutal thrust, before unloading into me. I felt his hot cum spurt inside of me, and then I was coming. My legs shook as I let the orgasm take me, my vision whitening out. Waves of warmth and pleasure crashed over me, again and again, before eventually disappearing, leaving me in a pool of nothingness.

After that, I felt only half-conscious of my surroundings. I was aware of Jordan pulling out. I heard him disappear into the bathroom, and when he returned, something wet wiped up the mess between my legs. The room smelled like sex.

Jordan lay down beside me, and scooped me up, so I was in his arms, my head resting against his chest. His skin was sticky with sweat. I must’ve been a sticky, sweaty mess too. But in that moment, neither of us cared.

We lay like that for what felt forever. Maybe I’d fallen asleep for a few minutes. But then Jordan shifted, his hand stroking my hair gently.

“Ella?” he said.

“Mm?” I kept my eyes closed, tired after everything that had happened.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About what?”

“About…” a pause. That was uncharacteristic of him. Jordan was never the type to be nervous about something. “About being mine.”

I opened my eyes, looking at his chest. I took a breath, ready to make an excuse about that just being sex talk. But when I looked up to meet his eyes, his expression made me pause.

He looked…almost afraid. But there was something needy in his eyes too.

“We’re just fuck buddies,” I said carefully.

He glanced away, just for a second. “I know,” he said quietly. “I know. But…” he trailed off.

“But what?” I asked.

He swallowed, then seemed to make a decision, because his jaw firmed. “But I meant everything I said.” His eyes met mine, and didn’t waver. “Seeing you with another guy drove me crazy. I can’t let you go. It’s not just the sex. I want you.” He cupped my face, thumb massaging over my jaw. “I want you for real. I want to be the one who takes you out to dinner, who takes you on picnics.” His thumb grazed my lips. “I want your smile.”

I stared at him, unsure if I was hearing him right. I thought of all the time we spent together. Not just the sex, but the cuddles afterwards. Our conversations in his bed. Breakfast the following morning.

“I pulled away because I wanted a real relationship,” I said. “And I thought I couldn’t have one with you.”

“I didn’t realize I wanted to be with you,” he replied. “But I did. It just took you leaving for me to realize it. I was so…angry, and I couldn’t understand why.”

A smile escaped me, in spite of myself. Jordan’s entire face brightened. “There it is. The smile I’ve been wanting for so long.”

I couldn’t stop smiling, even when Jordan kissed me. “I meant it,” I said. “I meant it when I said I’m yours.”

Jordan tugged me close, kissing the top of my head. “You’re mine,” he said. “And I’m yours.”