An Escape to Love (6 page)

She touched her finger to her lips and they felt delightfully sore. She had been kissed countless times, and that was when she usually pulled the plug on any budding relationship. Why was it that Jake was the only man from whom she should run away, while every fiber of her being was screaming to let him take her?

Leona tensed her thighs, trying to soothe the throbbing sensation in her pussy but it didn’t help. She had to struggle to stay where she was and not throw away her morals.

She heard the TV being switched off in the living room and she dared not think of Jake and the feeling of his cock, insistent and hard against her stomach. Her navel clenched enticingly and she squirmed, a moment before her traitorous mind reminded her of the way he had pinched her nipples.

Unbidden, a fantasy of his rough mouth over her nipple crossed her mind and she shook her head, getting off the bed and walking into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face.

She couldn’t fight this. She couldn’t fight this urge she had for him. Whether he had murdered his fiancée or not didn’t matter anymore.

The only thing she could believe in that moment was the man who had kissed her with such consumed abandon a few minutes ago couldn’t be a murderer. He had let her go as soon as she had pushed him away. Surely a man who could murder someone in cold blood wouldn’t wait for a woman to consent to sex?

It might be flawed logic, or just her trying to make Jake something that he was not, but she chose to ignore it. She wanted to believe he was the lover she was imagining him to be. She wanted him to make her feel complete by filling her body with his.

She stared at her face in the mirror and her reflection mocked her. After years of trying to evade men who were as socially prominent as herself, she had fallen for a man who was a criminal, an outcast of sorts. In her heart, she knew that before this day was over, she was going to give herself to Jake.

Chapter Thirteen

She adjusted her sweater as she entered the living room with a nonchalant expression fixed on her face. Jake glanced at her before pointing to the screen. “You just missed another update on your father. Apparently he’s just been shot in the arm but they’re still unsure. They’ll have another update in an hour I think,” he said casually and Leona breathed a sigh of relief.

From the moment she had heard her father had been shot, so much had happened in her life. She looked at Jake with gratitude written all over her face, and Jake was shocked.

He had imagined her coming out of the room like an avenging angel, screaming and blaming him for what had happened. He had even recited a speech in his head that he was going to give in his defense. He was going to take full responsibility for what had happened and then apologize to her. Apparently, Leona wasn’t blaming him for anything.

She sat on the sofa away from Jake and began watching TV, an abnormally calm expression on her face. Jake wanted her to say something so he could get to the part about him blaming himself, but he waited and waited, and she said nothing.

They watched half of an old movie together and Jake watched her profile, her legs curled up beneath her. She looked like a high school student instead of a budding, hot-shot lawyer, and the light from the TV danced across her high cheek bones and big eyes.

Jake decided to copy her and just ignore the fact that they had almost had sex in the middle of the living room. He scratched his cheek and a whiff of Leona’s scent hit him, almost doubling him over in arousal. Her scent was embedded in his skin and he jerked his hand away, standing up and getting two bottles of beer from the fridge.

He glanced at the TV screen while he handed her the bottle and her fingers slid over his as she took it from him. His gaze jerked to her and she was watching him with her lips parted in surprise. She had felt it, too.

A tingling, exciting feeling coursed through his body and instantly he looked away, clearing his throat and putting some distance between himself and the beautiful girl who was torturing his starved body.

“Uhh, Leona," he began and cleared his throat again, but suddenly he was at a loss for words. He glanced up and she was blushing brightly, but trying to act like she wasn’t affected at all. She knew what was going to happen between them tonight, and she was shy about it.

He didn’t remember when he had last fucked a woman who was actually embarrassed about the act. But then again, Leona wasn’t like any other woman.

He slowly walked toward her and she tilted her head upward to meet his gaze. His whole body tensed at her closeness and her expression and he lifted a hand to slide it around her nape. She shivered and closed her eyes, making Jake’s control snap. He placed his bottle of beer on the table and took her hand, making her stand in front of him.

His mouth descended almost roughly over hers and he forgot everything. Her breasts crushed against his chest again as she pressed her body to his, her lips parting to meet his kiss. Her indrawn breath made him grab her by her back and push her against his hard erection.

She clutched at his shirt and then gasped in surprise as he laid her on the couch, his body covering hers. Her legs parted of their own accord and the bulge in his pants pressed against her moist pussy. Leona moaned and her head fell back while Jake hungrily began nibbling at her throat.

“Leona," he whispered against her neck, and she clutched his shoulders, holding him in place. Jake’s hands slid up her sweater and tugged at the cup of her bra, pushing it aside and claiming her breasts possessively. The firm fullness swelled to fill his palms and he pushed off her, removing her sweater with a rough jerk.

Cold air hit Leona’s heated skin and Jake pushed her back, guiding her bra aside as his mouth closed over one perfect nipple. She arched her back, moaning aloud as he began sucking at her tit.

“Jake,” she began as if she wanted to say something, but Jake was past the point of hearing anything she wanted to say. His hungry, deprived body was screaming for release, and he knew it was only a matter of moments before he took her.

He had fantasized about this moment countless times in the few days she had been with him, and he had always wanted to pleasure her with his body thoroughly. Now, in the heat of the moment, he knew he couldn’t wait to push inside her body and feel the moist warmth enveloping his cock.

He lifted off of her and stood beside the couch, throwing off his beige sweater and unbuttoning the black shirt underneath. Leona watched and instinctively raised her arm to cover her exposed breasts.

“Don’t," he said, and Leona froze at the naked urgency in his voice. His shirt came off and in the brightly lit living-room, she saw the muscled chest and broad shoulders she had always seen covered by clothing. His chest was speckled with sparse thick hair, and a line of hair traveled over his navel to disappear into the waistband of his pants.

Leona watched, mesmerized, her breath coming in short gasps as he unbuckled his belt and undid his fly, letting it fall open but stay in place. He took her hand and pulled her up against his body, making her stand in front of him while he reached behind her and undid her bra.

It fell to the floor and Leona’s gaze refused to lift off the ground. She had never been naked with a man before, and her insane attraction to Jake was making her nervous. She wanted to please him, be the kind of lover he had obviously had countless times before. Her virginity and inexperience in situations such as this made her shake with trepidation, while at the same time her pussy clenched and unclenched, unable to bear the wait any longer.

Jake saw her lace bra fall to the floor and his eyes stayed glued to the perfect, round breasts in front of him. He reached for them with both hands, lifting them higher and pressing his fingertips into the flesh. Leona couldn’t believe the pleasure she felt. Her breasts ached with the need to be fondled roughly, squeezed, anything to satisfy the craving they felt.

Jake couldn’t wait. All the plans he had made of prolonging this moment collapsed at the hands of his insistent cock, and he deftly undid her jeans, sliding them down. He pushed her onto the couch and kneeled at her feet, tugging each leg off while his eyes feasted on the sight of her long, lean legs. Her panties were blue, like her bra, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling them off.

His breath caught at the beauty of her body, and he pulled her down on the floor, covering her naked body with his hands and mouth. The contrast between his tanned torso and her gleaming dark skin was the most wonderful sight he had seen in a long, long time.

Her skin was smooth and soft against his touch and he was aroused tenfold by the mere difference in her skin and his. His mouth closed over the curve of her neck, sliding down her shoulder and then her nipple. Leona arched her back, her fingers sliding into his thick black hair.

Leona realized that he was in a hurry to get this done, and that he would be driving into her body within a matter of moments. She was suddenly terrified of disappointing him, but there was nothing she could do except let go and enjoy the moment.

“Jake, please,” she moaned, asking for something neither of them recognized. Jake threw off his pants and Leona belatedly glanced at him to see his body leaning over her. Her hand instinctively reached between their naked bodies and brushed against his cock.

Her breath caught and she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. It felt like satin covering granite, and was thick and long, way larger than she had imagined it would be.

Jake clenched his eyes shut, trying to keep himself from spurting his load onto her by the mere stimulation of her small hand covering his cock. She stilled her hand and his eyes opened, his breath ragged.

Leona was entranced by the changes on his face. His expression was hard, almost menacing, and his eyes burned like coals with the fire that was ignited in his body. She clutched his nape and brought his mouth down to hers, at the same instant grasping his shaft. Jake grunted and jerked his hips away, pulling his cock out of her hand.

He couldn’t wait, he had to have her now, and without thinking further he parted her thighs. Without warming, Leona felt the smooth, capped head of his large cock probing the entrance of her body, and the next second she screamed as searing pain shot through her. Jake rammed into her forcefully and then grunted as he realized that he had just taken her virginity. He stilled, his eyes wide as they shot to her beautiful face.

Chapter Fourteen

He felt like someone had poured ice cold water over him, because he was chilled to the bone at how tight and dry she was. Tears trickled out of the corner of her eyes and fell to the sides of her face, and Jake pressed both palms to her cheeks.

“Leona?” he said questioningly and she winced, shifting her hips and lifting them towards him. Her sweet, innocent response made him grunt and his mouth slanted fiercely over hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth.

He pulled his cock out all the way and Leona moaned, in pain or pleasure Jake did not know. He slid back into her an inch, and then withdrew all the way, pushing back little by little until he was filling her tight passage.

Leona was wild with waiting, waiting desperately for him to push inside her fully and fill her completely. “Jake,” she moaned into his mouth and he slid his lips roughly to her ear.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered and then lunged into her with all his might, making her cry out with a delicious combination of pain and pleasure. Her back arched and Jake slid his hands to her hips, lifting them higher as he began thrusting into her forcefully. His grunts resounded through the room mixed with Leona’s wild, uninhibited cries of ecstasy. She dug her nails into his back, pulling him closer, deeper, her legs wrapped around his hips.

Jake pressed his lips to her ear, “Leona,” he hissed forcefully as he stilled, his body jerking as he filled her body with his load. Leona clasped his body to hers, holding him tightly as he jerked again and again, her body sucking the cum from his.

His breathing harsh, he pressed his forehead against her naked breast and shifted to his side lest he crush her with his weight. His body was still joined to hers and he held her tight, pulling her along with him. Her head pushed at the center of his chest and his body was covered by sheen of sweat. The scent of him was stronger than ever before and her senses were alive to it.

There was something very animalistic and primitive about the aftermath of sex, and she had never heard a mention of it from any of her friends. But then again, her friends had mostly lost their virginities in their early teens so they might not remember the first time they had sex.

Jake’s ability to think returned and self-disgust poured through him like acid once again. He had taken her on the carpet, not even in a bed, and she had been a virgin. He pulled his semi-hard cock out of her and she winced, then lifted her head as he took her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m so sorry,” he said fiercely, his face a few inches away from hers.

Leona suddenly surfaced from the euphoria she was still experiencing and had no idea why he was apologizing. “What for?” she asked innocently and Jake’s heart clenched painfully at the realization that she was trying to make him feel at ease. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings.