I sucked in air, filling my lungs to capacity, feeling it all inside me. What a good feeling that was, I never bothered to appreciate it before, but I promised myself I would from now on.
My cheeks puffed out as I let my breath go and a shiver ran down my spine, branching out to my limbs and extremities as it went down. Every touch of my fingers on my skin as I wrung my hands, or brush of my clothes against my body, sent a symphony of pins and needles rippling around.
Jace stood up and set another gun down beside the first one, then a clip of bullets, before kicking the door of the safe shut. He didn’t look terrified, he didn’t look confused. He looked like a man with a plan. And a truly royal shade of angry.
I had no idea how he could look more in control now, when unknown assailants had just unloaded heavy machine gun fire in our direction, than he had when he was in his element growing his corporate empire. He was like a solid rock in the middle of the perfect storm, and I did my best to latch on to his strength, his indomitable power.
Jace stalked over to me and reached down, pulling me to my feet with both hands on the sides of my head. I froze under the intensity of his gaze, quivering muscles or not.
“You hurt? Is there even a scratch on you?” he asked.
“I… I don’t think so-”
Jace pulled even harder and I went up on the tips of my toes as he leaned down and kissed me as forcefully as he ever had. I curled my hands around his bulging biceps and kissed him back, my exhilaration at being alive only magnified by his touch, his closeness.
I reached out with both hands and stroked his thick cock along his inner thigh, feeling it slowly hardening under my fingers inside his pants. He was taking my breath away with his kiss, and every beat of my heart made me feel the need to have him inside me even more.
Jace’s blood might be pumping for a different reason than mine, but it seemed like we ended up needing the same thing. I needed the affirmation of life, to feel those heights of ecstasy that only he could give me, Jace needed to unleash his raw energy, all that alpha male power, and I was the best thing he’d ever found to do that.
His hands moved from the sides of my head, down my back, and gripped my ass tight as he crushed me against him and that hardening evidence of his arousal pressed along the side of my stomach and hip. I let my hands roam over him, feeling those muscles bunch and release under his shirt, letting their strength assure me of my safety.
Grinding his hips against me, making that cock of his drive me wild in the process, he broke off our kiss to growl a wordless vocalization of his need. He was aching to get inside me as much as I was desperate to let him.
He looked at the dining table and leaned over in that direction, backhanding a vase of flowers the housekeeper must have left and sending it at least seven feet before it smashed on the ground. Turning back to me, he regained his grip on my ass and lifted me in the air before spinning a quarter-turn on his heel and putting me on the edge of the table.
One hand curled around the back of my neck, under my hair, holding me firm as the other went up my skirt. Forcing my panties aside, Jace stroked my bare pussy until his finger was slick with my juices and he slid it inside me.
I moaned and my tight teen tunnel squeezed him as he thrust that finger in and out of me, coating himself even more with my slippery nectar until it was moving freely no matter how tight I gripped at it. Jace kissed me again, still holding me by the neck, and began to move his finger in a “come here” gesture, rubbing against the front wall of my pussy, making me whimper and buck my hips.
Trembling, I fumbled at his zip before managing to pull it down and reaching inside. The warmth of his body enveloped my hand as I worked my way into his boxers and grabbed that throbbing shaft.
As soon as I touched it, a jolt of pleasure from inside me where Jace was rubbing made me close my eyes and moan. Matters of life and death seemed to melt away and I gladly let the terror seep out of my body. Now Jace’s cock was life and death. It, him, me and pleasure were all that mattered.
There was no way his manhood was fitting out though the zip, long thick and hard as it was, so I reluctantly let it go after only a few strokes to undo his button. Jace was thrusting his finger in and out of my pussy with a steady rhythm, stroking some sensitive spot in my tight wetness with purpose.
The hard-fucking businessman made my whole body twitch and my abdominal muscles sporadically clench with his expert touch. I, in turn, was almost screaming in frustration at how long it was taking me to get back in contact with that mind-bending cock of his.
After what seemed like a lifetime, I managed to lift the waistband of his boxers over the tip of his erection and push them down along with his pants. I let out a long sigh of satisfaction when I was able to wrap both hands around that hard rod again.