Let's pick up where we left off...
Chapter Six
"But we are." He starts to walk slowly to her and she starts to back away from his hungry eyes, knowing that she won't say no to him.
"Where is Valentine's room?" she asks.
"He's two doors down and across the hall." He answers her. "And he likes to sleep with his door cracked. It's an old habit of his when I was going through my rebellious phase and sneaking out constantly."
"Oh. So you were a bad boy then?" she says, her voice conveying a double meaning.
"You have no idea." He responds, pulling his shirt over his head as he painstakingly advances on her. "I was arrested twice for breaking and entering when I was sixteen."
The memory of him pulling out something and picking the lock of the storage closet at the club comes back to her. "Is that why you could pick that lock at the club?"
"That ability has certainly come in handy more than once." He comes to a stop in front of her, letting his imposing size make her feel small and frail and feminine against him.
"Oh, my. You really are a bad boy."
"Yes I am, but right now, you are the one that needs to be punished. You teased me when I was unable to do anything back to you."
"And your plan is to fuck me? That doesn't sound like a punishment at all." She smirks at him and then bites the inside of her cheek.
"It will be when you can't make a sound while I'm giving you an orgasm."
She shivers at his heated words as he reaches the bottom of her shirt and pulls it swiftly over her head. Then it's like a flip is switched. They begin clawing at each other, her hands grabbing at his taught muscles while he grabs at the fleshy parts of her body while simultaneously trying to take her clothes off.
Within seconds, they are both naked and she is practically trying to climb up his body. He reaches down and grabs the tops of her thighs, lifting her up as she wraps her legs as far as she can around his waist. Their mouths never part as he carries her over to a bare spot on the wall by the adjoining bathroom door.
When the cold wall comes into contact with the warm skin of her back, she lets out a startled squeak.
"Shhh." He says pulling back away from her lips. "Don't make me have to punish you for being too loud."
"But what if I like your punishments and want more of them?"
"Then I guess we'll never leave this room again."
"I wouldn't mind that." She says with a smile and he smiles back just as he leans back into her and attacks her neck with light nibbles and licks. She cranes her head back, encouraging him to continue as she sighs with satisfaction.
Her hand moves to tug on his hair while his cock starts to prod against her ass cheeks. She wiggles a little and lowers herself along the wall to where he is now poking at her wet entrance. "I love how wet you get for me." He gruffs out in a ragged whisper.
"I'm always wet when you're near."
His fingers dig into her ass cheeks as his eyes darken, lowering her onto his awaiting cock. She sighs with satisfaction and closes her eyes, letting her head fall back onto the wall. He leans forward and kisses her neck as his hips pull back and then slowly push forward again, sinking to the hilt of his engorged member.
She wraps her arms around his neck and uses the leverage to help him hold her up while he presses her into the wall. His hips start to move faster causing Clary to bite her lip in an effort not to moan. She leans forward and presses her lips against his left shoulder where his tattoo is and she can't help but bite it gently. It's like it's always begging to be bitten by her. It's just soooo damn sexy.
She then drags her tongue over the reddened skin to soothe it before licking lightly up his neck and dragging her tongue along the length of his ear. He moans quietly as his thrusts get harder. She squeaks twice with the thrusts earning an admonishment from Jonathan. "Shhhh."
"I can't help it." She whispers.
"Am I going to have to gag you?" he asks questioningly.
"Only if it's with your cock." She whispers huskily in his ear and he literally growls at her. Suddenly he pulls out of her and sets her down. She barely has time to pout up at him before he spins her around and pushes her into a bending position, her fingers touching the floor.
She rises up on the tips of her toes and he slides into her from behind, gripping her hips.
He doesn't hold back then as he starts to pound into her mercilessly, the sound of their slapping skin filling the still quietness of the room. His balls smack into her clit with every thrust, adding to her pleasure.
"Jonathan." She moans out as quiet as she possibly can. She's bent completely in half and every time his length slides all the way inside of her, she feels like he's poking her spine. It's fucking amazing.
"Shhh, Clary, or else I'm going to have to punish you further."
"Nnnnggghhh." She moans out, unable to stop herself.
"Alright. You asked for it." He says, pulling out of her. She stands up and turns around only to have him kiss her passionately, his wet cock poking her in the stomach. He wraps his arms tightly around her body and then one of his legs sweeps under both of hers, knocking them from under her.
She doesn't know how he does it but when another second passes, she finds that she has somehow been gently laid on the floor under him. "You're so fucking smooth." She says with her eyes wide and a chuckle on her lips. "How did you do that?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He says innocently just as he slips into her again. Of course, she moans a little too loud when the ridge around his thick head scrapes across her g-spot upon entrance.
His large hand comes up and covers her mouth then, burying the other moan that starts to come out. "I'm going to need you to be quiet, baby. Your moans not only turn me on, they attract attention. Since you've proven you just can't help yourself, my hand is going to have to stay here. Do you understand?
His forceful and decisive action is such a turn on for her. She likes to be ordered around just as much as she likes to order others around. She grins under his hand and nods her head, her eyes turning hooded as his eyes turn sinfully wicked. "Good girl." He whispers gruffly.
He holds himself up onto his elbows while her legs wrap around his waist. He pulls back and when he pushes into her again, she squeezes her leg muscles, causing him to slam into her harder and deeper. This time, it's him who moans loudly, his eyes rolling back before closing.
She smiles diabolically under his hand.
He halts his movement for a moment while he throbs inside of her, his jaw clenching with his effort to remain still and not cum yet. When his eyes open again, they are dangerous and full of the promise of retaliation in the most glorious way.
She prepares herself for what she knows is about to happen.
He pulls all of the way out of her and then plows back into her, making her skin pull against the large thick rug over the wood floors. A deep moan in her throat tries to force its way out of her then and is prevented by him repeating the motion, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.
Her legs tighten their hold around him and then they are moving in perfect sync with each other. He sighs shakily, the ecstasy he's feeling from her pussy written all over his beautiful face. His pace picks up some, his eyes slowly closing as she starts to thrust her hips upwards every time he comes down on her. "For fuck's sake, your pussy is so damn glorious." He whispers in her ear.
Her hands that are wrapped around him flex at his words, her fingernails digging into the soft, yet hard muscled skin of his back. She loves marking him, letting the world know that she's been there, claiming him as her own. That's when she starts to feel her peak coming and coming fast.
He just turns her on so fucking much.
She rolls her hips, letting him know she wants it faster, harder. He takes her cue and fucks her harder, faster, deeper, making her moan continuously under Jonathan's hand. "Shhhh." He says and leans up a little to look at her.
One look into his face and she can see how much he's struggling to hold out for her. Their slapping skin is like a countdown for her. Five, four, three, two, one, and she's cumming around him.
She bites her tongue to keep herself from screaming, her eyes closing against the onslaught of her intense orgasm. Her body convulses with its release, her muscles contracting with each powerful wave of pleasure that radiates from her core.
She forces her eyes open just in time to lock eyes with him as his own orgasm starts, his jaw clenching hard with his effort to stay quiet as to not wake up Valentine.
He grunts lowly, deep in his throat as his face turns red, his hips haltingly pushing himself in and out of her in tiny spurts. She feels him throb inside of her as he releases his cum into the depths of her pussy. His hips push into her involuntarily a few more times before he's able to open his eyes again.
They are alight with pure bliss and undiluted lust mixed with what she would best describe as adoration. Her heart flutters in her chest at his look.
They hold each other's gaze for a long while, something big and meaningful happening as they stare at one another. He removes his hand from her mouth and then slowly leans down, kissing her soft and flushed lips sweetly, slowly, her hand moving to his face to cup his cheek.
When he pulls back, he gulps before saying, "I'm in way too deep with you."
Her heart jumps into her throat. "I'm in way too deep with you too. I also know that what I want and feel versus what I should feel and want are two completely different things. It's not fair that we met before we knew. It was too late by then."
"I feel the same way." He replies softly. "You're everything I've ever wanted."
She huffs out an unamused laugh. "I guess in a really fucked up way, it makes sense. Us, I mean."
He furrows his brows at her in question. "I just mean…I'm so much like my mom and you're so much like your dad and they fell in love. It's almost like we're repeating history."
"I never thought about it like that." He says with his own unamused laugh, looking away from her and rolling out of her, moving to lay beside her on the floor and pulling her into his side. She snuggles into him, resting her head on his chest. "But what I really want to talk about is when you said that they fell in love and we are just repeating history."
She doesn't tense, doesn't flinch, doesn't freak out when he points this out. Instead, she takes a deep breath and says, "That's what is happening, isn't it?"
She feels his head turn to her, his cheek pressing against her forehead. "Yeah. I guess it is."
He stays the night in her room, sleeping naked together and sneaking out before Valentine wakes up after a steamy make-out session.
After a long shower and pulling her hair up into a bun, she makes her way downstairs in a pair of jeans and a dark green V-neck t-shirt. Valentine made an incredible breakfast that they all share, Jonathan already showered and downstairs when she gets there.
The conversation is light and flows easily with lots of laughter. Valentine looks beyond happy that Jonathan and she are getting along wonderfully after their perceived rocky start a few days earlier. When he suggests that they all eat lunch together before she has to drive back, they both deflect, already having made plans to have a lunch date with each other.
She goes back up to her room and packs her suitcase, already anticipating coming back in two weeks to start the job she got yesterday. When she makes it downstairs, Jonathan has already gone back to his place to wait for her.
As Valentine walks her out to her car and is putting her suitcase into her trunk, he tells her, "Jace called me yesterday and asked me for your number." Her eyes widen slightly in surprise. "I hope it's okay, but, I gave him your number. He sounded really taken with you, wouldn't take no for an answer. Said that Jonathan couldn't know because he'd blow a gasket."
She stays quiet for a moment, processing what he said.
"Is it okay?" Valentine asks nervously. "He told me that the two of you connected Friday night and that you kissed before Jonathan flipped out and dragged you away. Said that Jonathan never left you alone with him and that…."
"It's okay." She tells him to stop his rambling.
"Is it really?" he asks.
She sighs. "Yeah, it's fine. I told him we'd be friends and friends have each other's phone numbers."
"Are you sure?" He looks really worried and she kind of feels bad for him.
"Yeah. I'm sure. If Jonathan hadn't happened, I probably would have given him my number myself." She says honestly. She was really liking him until…well, until Jonathan manned up. "But I should probably tell Jonathan myself."
"I just don't understand what changed in him," Valentine remarks scratching the back of his neck. "It's like his big protective brother switch flipped on all of a sudden and with the fury of the sun."
Knowing the real reason why Jonathan started acting like this, Clary just decides to shrug her shoulders. She turns and gets into her car and rolls down the window. "I guess I'll see you in a couple of weeks. I hope I'm not too much of a burden for the few weeks I'll be here. I'll even stay at Jonathan's a little so I don't intrude too much."
"Clary, you're being ridiculous." He says with a sigh. "You're my daughter and this is your house just as much as it is Jonathan's and mine. In fact," He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys and takes one off the keyring. "Here. This can be your key to the house. I've got extras in the junk drawer inside and I'll text you the code to the alarm system."
Clary opens up her mouth to protest but he levels his eyes at her. "I'm not taking no for an answer." He says sternly.
After a brief stare down, she sighs and takes the key from him and drives off.
Pulling up to Jonathan's apartment building, she pulls into the space beside his for his guests and sees him waiting by his car. She smiles at him as she gets out. He hurries over to her and gives her a brief kiss before opening her car door for her.
Lunch goes well, both Clary and Jonathan flirting and laughing, sharing little stolen kisses with one another. Her heart falls when she sees that she really has to leave. Traffic is going to be bad and she wants to make it back in time to cram for a test she has tomorrow in her Oils Techniques class.
After a heated make-out session in the back of his car, him fingering her till she came and ruined another pair of panties, she drives off feeling especially forlorn, not knowing what exactly will happen next. They never talked about it but she knows that it's definitely not over between them. He broke up with his girlfriend for her and she turned down a perfectly suitable man. She's not stupid. She knows that it can't go on forever, but at this point, her heart won't let her stop. At least, for now, it won't.
In fact, if she was completely honest, she'd admit that she is afraid that she is in love with him. It's reckless and stupid yet exciting and wonderful at the same time. And wrong…
"You know what? Just don't think about it." She says to herself in the quiet of her car. "Just….let it be what it is for now and worry about everything else later." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she pushes that thought deep into the recesses of her brain.
Deep down, she knows that what she just told herself is a cop-out, but she's gotten onto the "denial train" going full speed and as of now, there is no emergency brake for her to pull. At least not one that her heart will let her pull.
"I might as well enjoy the ride." She says, speaking to herself again, forcing her rational thoughts that are screaming at her to put a stop to everything to shut up and move to the back of her head.
The state of denial seems like a nice place to visit and stay for a while.
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