CHAPTER FOUR
Just us….
Silence wrapped around them like heavy smoke—warm, sluggish, and lethal. The air was not still, but nothing moved. It hummed with tension, as if they alone breathing could ignite the whole room.
Jayden's shoulder nudged the door shut behind him. Ella stood in front of him, her chest rising and falling under the black mini dress, lips open, eyes half-closed with need.
She didn't say anything. She just shifted.
She pushed against him, soft to hard. Jayden drew in a harsh breath, his hands finding their way to her waist involuntarily. His fingers crept beneath the edge of her dress, touching warm, exposed skin. Her thigh trembled under his hand.
Their lips collided.
It wasn't a slow kiss. It was a desperate one—blazing, gasping, the type that was like a crash. Ella groaned inside his mouth, her fingers under his tee, icy palms on his heated body. Jayden sucked in the difference. He held his arms tight around her, pulling her against his hardening cock.
"Mmm… oh Jayden," she whispered inside his mouth, grinding slowly.
His breath hitched.
"Yeah, baby…" he whispered in return, voice low and gravelly.
His hand crept up the back of her leg, grasping her skirt in one quick motion. His other hand tightened at her ass, soft and firm and heavenly. She yelped mock-painfully into his mouth, then nipped his bottom lip.
Jayden's mouth moved down to the crook of her neck, sucking soft at first, then deeper. She arched back against him, her head flung back, and her fingers clawing through his vertebrae.
He whirled her around quickly, his body pinning hers against the wall. Her small gasp was beautiful music. He knelt at her feet, one hand pinning her thighs wide open and the other drawing her panties up to the side.
"Show me," he growled, his voice heavy with need.
Ella was shining—wet, swollen, tender. He groaned at the sight.
"Oh my God…," he panted.
He inserted two fingers slowly, cautiously, as if he didn't want the experience to be over for a moment longer. She tensed around him, hips rolling unconsciously. He watched her face the whole time—eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, soft moan escaping.
"Jayden…," she whimpered.
His thumb wandered over to her clit and traced it in gentle strokes and teasing. She shuddered. He stood, his fingers still within her, holding her pinned to the wall with his chest.
"You're wet for me," he whispered into her ear. "You want me that much?"
Ella groaned. "Yes… yes… I just can't stop thinking about you."
Jayden kissed her deeply, hungrily, devouring her moans as his fingers fucked her slowly, then faster. Her breath came in short gasps, hips moving with his rhythm.
Then he stopped. Slowly withdrew. She whined in protest.
"I'm not done," he said, eyes dark with desire. "Not even close."
He turned her around, her back to him. Unzipping her dress, he kissed the back of her neck, then down her spine, leaving a trail of fire. The dress slid off her body and onto the floor.
Jayden froze.
Her breasts were full and perky, nipples hard and begging for his mouth. He groaned softly.
"Fuck… You're unreal."
He held them softly, then cinched them tight. His hands wrapped around her nipples as he kissed his way down her back. She pushed back into him, her butt on his hard cock under his jeans.
"Tell me you want me," he whispered against her skin.
"I want you, Jayden. All of you."
He lifted her up and carried her over to the sofa, laying her down on it softly. He lay over her gradually, kissing her collarbone, then her breasts, sucking each nipple tightly until she squirmed.
Her legs enfolded his waist. She could tell how rigid he was—throbbing, strained.
Jayden unbuckled his belt with one hand, never for an instant looking away from her. She chewed her lip as she observed him. The desire within her eyes matched his own.
He pulled his jeans down, and his briefs. His cock shot out—big, heavy, ready.
Ella moved towards him, rubbing him slowly. He moaned, closing his eyes for an instant. Then he leaned and kissed her once more—slower, deeper, more intent.
He moved into position, but didn't plunge in. Not yet.
"I need to hear you tell me again," he whispered.
"I want you, Jayden. Now."
That was all it took.
He crept slowly inside her, opening her wide, filling her to the brim. She panted hard, her nails biting into his shoulders. He stayed there for an instant, giving her time to adjust, their gazes locked on each other.
And then he began to thrust.
Slow, hard pushes that made her moan harder with every drive. His hand slid between them again, teasing her clit as he thrust inside her.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled, voice tense. "So tight. So wet."
Ella clung to him, her body shaking. She was close.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Jayden… I'm gonna…"
"Come for me," he whispered. "Right here, in my arms."
She shattered—legs trembling, back arching, a loud moan escaping her lips as her orgasm took her over. Her walls pulsed around him, and that was all it took.
Jayden came with a low groan, burying himself deep, holding her close as he spilled inside her. Their breaths mingled, hearts racing.
He stayed there, resting his forehead against hers.
For a moment, the world stopped.
Then reality crept in.
Jayden sighed and pulled back, brushing her hair from her face. "We shouldn't have done this," he said quietly.
Ella's heart skipped.
But she didn't move. Neither did he.
For now, they stayed tangled—just them, just this moment.