Read Sound of Heartache ("Sound of" Book 2) Online
Authors: Chelsea Roy
While Jack was down at her feet, he pressed a nipping kiss to the top of her foot. As he traveled back up her body, he stopped and pressed his face between her legs. Before Ellie could even process his intent, Jack had circled her clit once, twice, with his tongue. Ellie’s legs fell open in surprise and she cried out at the exquisite feeling. His hands grabbed her hip bones and he circled the hard nub several times with a stiffened tongue. Ellie didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of her mouth and knew she would probably be embarrassed by them later when she relived this moment. Ellie jerked her back off the floor as she felt his tongue spear into her.
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Oh, God!” she gasped and felt his fingers moving against her slick core. What he was doing felt so incredibly good she never wanted it to end. She pressed her center against his face and could feel the rasp of his stubble against her most delicate skin. Her legs shook as pressure built inside her.
Before she reached the peak, Jack abruptly pulled away and Ellie cried out at the loss of his tongue. She heard him chuckle and opened dazed eyes to look up at him. His beautiful body was above hers, gleaming in the shadows. Her gaze skittered down his chest to where his erection stood proudly. Her mouth went dry at the sight. She reached out, fingers trembling, and brushed them gently over the head. Her fingers felt sticky with his moisture. Not thinking about anything else but the moment, she brought her fingers to her lips and licked them. Jack groaned loudly and moved quickly up her body. Ellie slid her hands to his shoulders where the muscles were bunched and tight.
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So sorry about this Els,” Jack groaned. Before Ellie could ask what he was sorry about, he pushed into her swiftly. Ellie stiffened under him, the fragile barrier marking her as untouched giving away under his penetration.
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Jack!” She cried out. Her inner tissues were struggling to accept his invasion and his entry was painful. Thankfully, the dampness he had created by kissing her so wickedly eased his passage.
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God, Ellie, you feel so damn good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Jack’s words were like kerosene to a fire. He circled his hips against the juncture of her thighs and Ellie rose up to meet his thrusts. One arm was planted firmly on the carpet and the other was hooked around her leg, jacking her core close to him. Ellie’s body strained to be closer to him. His rhythm was steady as he pounded into her body. She was so close to reaching the pinnacle that everyone talked about it and wanted to experience it so badly she shook. Her hands slid down and cupped Jack’s ass, pulling him as close to her as she possibly could. She ground her clit against him, every breath a gasp.
It only took several more thrusts before she felt Jack stiffen over her and let out a hoarse shout. She felt warmth flood her insides and his body slowed. His hips kept a slow echo of the motion he’d been doing. It felt so good to Ellie but her body still quivered with the need to come. Her body craved release and she knew under normal circumstances, Jack would have ensured she came before he did. She knew it with every inch of her soul. Jack propped himself up on his forearms and buried his nose in her neck, breathing deeply. Ellie rubbed her hands up and down his back in large sweeps, feeling the dampness of sweat. After a moment he rolled off her, flopping onto his back.
Ellie lay there on the carpet, unsure of what to do. Her body hummed with excitement but clearly Jack was done. She’d just given up her virginity to Jack, who hadn’t realized the gift he’d just received. He was drunk and pissed and Ellie knew what they’d just shared was an outlet for him and nothing more. The sex certainly didn’t mean to Jack what it meant to Ellie. It was definitely not an ideal scenario for her first time, but Ellie couldn’t bring herself to regret what happened. Having zero post-sex experience she gathered her courage and looked over at Jack. She let out a resigned laugh, feeling both stupid and relieved. Jack’s eyes were closed and his breathing deep and heavy. He had fallen asleep.
Ellie did like she always did; she took care of the mess. She cleaned the evidence of her virginity off herself and cautiously cleaned it off him, careful not to wake him up. While she was cleaning him, she studied his form unashamedly. His penis, now soft, was a dusky red and like velvet to the touch. Ellie marveled at the differences in their bodies and wished she had been able to explore his body more while he’d been rigid and aching for her. He hadn’t even gotten undressed.
After removing all evidence of their night together off them both and zipping his jeans, she covered him up with an afghan crocheted by her grandma and left him sleeping on the floor. She made her way to her room and crawled beneath her covers, her body achy and sore. When she woke up the next morning and went out to the living room to check on Jack, she was unsurprised to find herself completely alone.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live right in the middle of California's Central Valley - so I am a Valley Girl! I have four great kids and a husband who believes in supporting my dreams, no matter how crazy they are. I have a passion for writing about challenging men and the women that take them on. And yes, I love a good glass of wine!
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