Finding Her Way Page 11

  While I may have had a school girl crush and fantasy over Jase in the past, I am now older and wiser. An almost twenty-one-year old college girl who wants nothing more than to offer myself to him.

  I want to be his dessert with the cherry on top.

  Jase returns to the bed and drops the condom next to me, his eyes never leaving my body. While he was on the ground, I took off all my remaining clothes and began to finger myself. I squirm under his lust-filled gaze that scans over my erect nipples, down to my belly button as I suck in my tummy that’s fluttering on the inside.

  And then his eyes land on my bare pussy to find my fingers circling my clit, flicking the bundle of nerves that need release and pleasure. The look on his face is priceless and exactly what I was going for.

  He looks like a man who’s been dying of hunger who just came upon a feast.

  Jase unbuttons his pants and removes his t-shirt in that sexy way guys do. It’s a shame to have him remove his dress uniform, because damn, he is fine. But seeing Jase naked is like staring at the old Roman statues of naked warriors. All the hard-packed muscle that he’s built over the years, the carved artwork across his shoulders, biceps and chest like marble.

  “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” The deep vibrato of his voice sends a thrill up my spine.

  I toy at my entrance and bite my lip, my finger painting a swath along the sculpted-mass of his pecs, wisps of coarse hair tickling my fingertips.

  “Wow,” I lamely mutter, my mouth suddenly parched and in need of moisture.

  He hovers over me and my legs automatically part to grant him access. He picks up the condom wrapper and tears it open with his teeth with a growl. I watch, enthralled at his movements, as he rolls it over his hard flesh.

  His fingers graze my entrance, as he bends down to suck on my sensitive nipple. His tongue passes over it with a lick and my pussy clenches in response.

  “Are you ready for me, Cecelia?”

  Yes, I’ve been ready for years.

  I nod without speaking, because I’m afraid if I do, I’d give myself away. I’d open myself up for judgment over how ridiculous I’ve been dreaming about Jase all these years.

  But then again, he said he’s been dreaming of me, too.

  He looks down my body from his perch on top of me and stares at the space between us. My gaze follows his to see the round head of his cock nudging my entrance.

  The heat between us rises a thousand degrees and I wrap my arm around his broad shoulders, delighting in the sensation of his muscles flexing under my touch.

  And then he pushes in with a hoarse roar, his arms straining at our sides and his torso lifting in a cobra position. He opens his eyes and they bore into me with such intensity that I have to close mine to keep the tears at bay.

  “Look at me, Cecelia. I want you to watch me fuck you. I need you to tell me if it’s what you’ve always imagined it would be.”

  I suck in another breath, opening my eyes to see his beautiful, taut body move into mine. Connecting in ways that feel dangerously good. His thrusts are slow and calculated, but I want more. I want it hard and fast.

  I dig my nails into his shoulder blades. “Faster.”

  His head drops with a guttural sound from his chest. He moves a hand underneath my leg and pulls it up so my knee is near my armpit, giving him leverage and offering him room to move.

  “Is this what you want, little girl?”

  “Oh my God, yes!”

  There’s such a distinct difference between the soft bed underneath my back and the hard, hot body on top of me. I moan loudly as his length sinks into me deeper, hitting a spot never before touched.

  I clasp my grip tighter into his backside, skimming down his back to find purchase at his ass. When I dig my nails into his taut, hard buns, he grunts out a pure masculine response.

  My body is on the verge of something big, my skin vibrating with need and desire swelling up inside me. The drag of Jases’s cock inside of me, the fullness of him, has me clenching my thighs tighter as I climb higher and higher, ready to jump off that steep ledge and into the pool of pleasure.

  The next time he rocks against me, he rotates his hips in the sexiest move I’ve ever seen, as he bottoms out and hits the spot that sends me shooting toward the stars. I still my hips as the orgasm rips through me, heels digging into his powerful thighs, my head thrown back against the pillow. The throbbing ache between my legs erupts with wave after wave of joyous ecstasy.

  I shatter beautifully. The first orgasm I’ve ever had with a man.

  With the boy I’ve dreamed about since I was a girl.

  And let me tell you, Jase Lathrop in real life is a thousand times better than any of my teenage fantasies.

  Opening my eyes again, the rush and static in my ears slowly subsiding, I see the cords of his neck straining with tension, as he pants out non-sensical words. Jase continues pounding into me with rapid, shallow thrusts, each one sending aftershocks of my orgasm rippling through my body.

  And then he goes still – as if the world has stopped rotating - his breath caught within his lungs until he trembles and releases with a loud, hot masculine noise.

  Jase drops down to his side, pulling out of me as he does. A lazy, satisfied smile plays across his lips and I find myself tracing my finger over the curve. He playfully bites my finger.

  I shriek with delight, pulling my finger away with a giggle. But he’s quick and grabs at it, returning it to his lips where he kisses the pad and sucks it into his wet mouth, his tongue licking and lapping at it sensually.

  Oh God, I am so whipped over Jase.

  This probably means nothing more to him than just a quick holiday fuck. A convenient hookup while he’s on leave. He’s eaten his fill of turkey and dressing, and I’m just the second helping of dessert before he hits the road.

  Without a word, Jase gets up and heads to the adjoining bathroom as I scramble to get out of my head and get dressed as fast as I can. I’m dressed and bouncing my knee nervously by the time Jase returns to find me sitting on the edge of the bed.

  I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he dresses and then he gets down on his hands and knees and riffles under the bed. When he gets back up, he has something in his hand.

  Curious as to what he’s holding, I pull the photo from his fingers and curse myself for ever keeping this in my memories box.

  My excuse is a lame cover-up, as I stammer to find a perfectly good explanation. “It was just puppy love. A dumb crush on my older brother’s best friend.”

  I try to keep the truth from slipping through my shaky voice. But it doesn’t work. I’ve never been a good liar and Jase sees right through it.

  He yanks the photo from my grasp and waves it in front of me. “Really? So how you felt about this kid in the picture means nothing to you now?”

  The truth is so obvious that I have to turn away to keep my expression hidden. I don’t want him to see how much he still means to me, especially now after we’ve hooked up.

  Jase guides my attention back to him with a finger to my chin.

  “Look at me, Cecelia. That guy in this picture was a dumbass at fifteen. And an even bigger idiot at eighteen. He didn’t know anything about the real world. He was young and dumb. But I can assure you, I’m not that same guy now. And you’re not the same idolizing girl. You’re a smart, strong, sexy and confident woman now.”

  I blush under the weight of his compliment. Honestly, I still feel the same way that little girl did with her teenage crush. Only now, my heart is flayed wide open.

  Jase leans in and kisses me gently. Sweetly.

  “The woman in front of me now has done something to me no one else has ever done.”

  “What’s that?” I ask, hoping for the answer I want to hear, but guarding my heart against something that might break it.

  He reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers together.

  “Everything about you, Cecelia, gets me whipped up. I’ve never felt
this way about anyone else but you.”

  “Oh…” I gasp, drawing my hand to cover my mouth.

  He chuckles, his chest rumbling with a low sound as he pulls me into his warm embrace, my face nuzzling into his chest.

  “Maybe that’s why dessert is always saved ‘til after dinner. It’s saving the best for last. And you’re it for me, CC. You were worth waiting for.”

  The End

  One Year Later

  “Come on baby. For old times’ sake, let me eat my dessert before we have dinner.”

  I giggle and place my hand at Jase’s chest, shoving him away from the counter where I’m making my homemade whipped topping for the pumpkin pie.

  “Now, now. Be a good boy and let me finish what I’m doing and then maybe you’ll get some before we leave.”

  It’s already two p.m. and we’re supposed to be over at my parents’ house by three o’clock today for Thanksgiving dinner. The pumpkin pie sits out on the counter to cool and I still have to finish my hair and make-up before we leave.

  But Jase makes it nearly impossible for me to be on time with his roaming hands and the way he places kisses in all the sensitive spots he’s found over the last year that drive me wild. And he’s not very good at being told no.

  I turn back around to add more sugar to the white frothy topping, dipping my finger in for a taste.

  “Am I going to get some of that?” Jase asks, his warm, minty breath hitting my neck and the length of his hard cock pressing firmly into the crack of my ass.

  I indulge him with another drag of my finger through the flavorful concoction, offering it to him for a taste. I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat as he sensually sucks my finger into his mouth, swirling his talented tongue around the tip.

  “Mmm. Yeah, baby, that’s sweet. But not as sweet as it would taste between your legs.”

  With strong hands placed at my hips, he spins me around to face him and then he drops to my feet. I think he’s about to nuzzle his nose into my crotch – which would be so very hot – but instead, he brings something out from behind his back.

  Oh my God. What the…

  “Don’t get that panicked look,” he winks, holding the box out between us. “I know we haven’t really talked about marriage and that you need to finish college first. But that doesn’t stop me from promising myself to you.”

  Swoon.

  Flipping open the velvet-encased box, a dazzling opal and diamond encrusted ring sparkles from inside the case.

  “It’s not an engagement ring, per se, but is still my promise to you that when you’re ready, I’ll ask you to marry me.” He pauses and carefully removes the ring and slides it on to my finger.

  “Jase.”

  When he stands, he pulls me into him so that our mouths nearly touch.

  “Cecelia Rachel Sundstrom. Thanksgiving is a day where we count our blessings and contemplate all the things in life we’re thankful for. And, you, baby, are my biggest blessing.”

  And with that, let’s just say, we were definitely late for Thanksgiving dinner.

  About the Author

  Sierra writes new adult and sizzling hot contemporary romance. She’s written and published 20 novels, including the award-winning series, Courting Love (college sports) and the erotic ménage serial, Reckless – The Smoky Mountain Trio.

  Sierra lives with her husband and dog in the Seattle area. She is a sucker for cheap accessories, loves anything dark chocolate, and enjoys attending live concerts.

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