Trusting Nicole (The Last Hangman MC #4)(72)

Another issue has been our age difference. I’m turning 23 in a couple of weeks and he’s turning 35 in September. He thinks I’ll get bored of him because he’s older and I struggle to get him to understand that I love him for him, age is just a number. He can be so stubborn sometimes, but when he leaves all the worries and doubts by the door, things are pretty freaking awesome.

We love each other, we have fun together and the sex is amazing. He’s my best friend, my confidante, my everything. He’s saved me in more ways than I could possibly say and I hope that one day he’ll realize it.

We’re sat in the living room as it’s pouring with rain outside. He’s sprawled on the sofa, playing with my hair whilst I’m sitting on the floor studying for my exam tomorrow. With everything that has happened, I haven’t had the mind set to really study. I mean, I’ve opened my books more than once but my mind always strays. I’ve always been a daydreamer and it’s even worse now.

I keep trying to focus on my notes, but I can’t. Not with Jase this close.

“I know you are horny. I can literally feel it and it’s not helping me focus at all. I have an exam tomorrow so can’t you, I don’t know, go and deal with it?” I turn and glare at him.

“You’re no fun.” He actually dares to pout!

“I don’t want to fail my final year.” I groan.

“How about you take a little break and help me release some tension? You could use it too.” He caresses my neck, letting his hands wander to my boobs and fondles them gently.

“You suck!”

“No, you do.” He chuckles and sits up. “How about we go party on the rooftop, underneath the sky?”

I smile. “It’s raining.”

“I know.” He kisses me deeply and helps me up. “It’ll bring us back to when things were simple and easy, where the only worry we had was not getting caught.”

I chuckle and kiss him. “Do I really have a choice?”

“You always do.” He pecks my lips and squeezes my ass.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He beams.

“Yeah. I want you. Always.” I squeal as he puts me over his shoulder and walks upstairs. “You’re f*cking insane.” I slap his ass, enjoying the view of his sweat pants that provide a lovely, tight-fitting sight of his amazingly toned ass.

“You love me that way.”

“That I do.” I squeal as he plops me on the lounger. We’re both already soaked but I don’t care. We make quick work of each other’s clothes. I smile as I take in his beautiful toned body, his tattoos, the scars, everything that makes him the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

“Enjoying the view?” He smirks and spreads my legs.

“Very much so.” I moan longingly as he licks along my slit without warning. I grip the mattress of the lounger, digging my fingers into it as I grind my hips into his devilish tongue as it strokes against my clit. He holds my hips in place, stopping me from seeking that sweet friction I so desperately need.

“Not so fast.” He chuckles and blows against my sensitive exposed flesh. The warmth of the humid air contrasting with his soft cold blows is driving me insane.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what?” He smirks at me.

“Make me come.” I plead with him.

“As you wish, Kitten.” He smirks and starts his sweet torture on my clit again, sucking on it and f*cking me with two fingers. It doesn’t take long before I’m a heavy breathing and writhing mess. I feel myself get closer to the edge. My body is shaking with pleasure, my core tightens and a huge wave of emotion and pleasure rushes over me. I come hard, arching my back off of the mattress under the intensity of the orgasm. The cool rain falling over my naked body makes me shiver. I moan Jase’s name longingly as I come down from my high.

“There’s my Kitten.” he says in amusement.

“Shut up.” I chuckle, smiling like a fool and sighing happily.

“I love you.” He murmurs and kisses his way up my body. He ends his sweet path by kissing me passionately, covering my body with his.

“I love you too.” I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me for another scorching kiss.

We smile at each other as we simply enjoy being in each other’s arms, feeling free and as happy as ever. He lazily grinds his hips into me, making his hard cock rub against my clit and with each move he makes he gets me ready for him all over again. I reach between us and position his cock so he can thrust into me. As he does so, ever so slowly, he makes me both moan with pleasure and groan in frustration. I want more. I always want more with him.

“Greedy girl.” He chuckles and rests his weight on his forearms, lazily thrusting into me, not rushing anything. I love any way with him, slow and passionate or hard and fast, I just need him. As much as I love hard and fast, right now slow and passionate is more fitting. Something is changing between us, I don’t know what, but I welcome it with open arms…and legs.

“Always for you.” I smile and kiss him softly as he continues to thrust leisurely, hitting just the right spots. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

“Good.” He smirks and sucks on my neck. I scratch my nails gently down his back and hold onto his firm ass. He keeps up his slow pace but all too soon stops. I could stay like this forever f*cking on the rooftop 24/7 with the man I’m madly in love with. He picks up the pace and intensity, rolling his hips into me, doing something delicious that makes me see stars.