Seduce (Beautiful Rose 0.50)

She lifted her top over her head, her porcelain skin looking even whiter against her black, lacy bra. I reached for the button on the front of her jeans, unfastening it and lowering the zip. She stood up and wiggled out of them and the black lacy underwear that matched her bra. No matter how many times I saw her, I couldn’t seem to get through my head how fucking gorgeous she was. Every time, her beauty stunned me.

She repositioned herself on top of me, kissing me as my fingers traced the inside of her thigh. Her lips pressed against mine, her tongue slipping around mine. She groaned as I dipped my finger inside her moist pussy. My cock grew harder as I watched her ride my finger. I reached down and freed myself from the constraints of my boxer shorts. Her hands wrapped around the base of my dick as she guided it inside of herself.

I gasped as I pushed myself inside her tight cocoon, my hips thrusting upward. She stretched backward, her hands gripping onto her calves as I ran my hand along the length of her body. She whimpered as I pushed in, then out of her repeatedly, each thrust bringing more force and urgency than the last.

“Fuck me, Jack. There is no better feeling than your cock sliding inside of me,” she breathed. I closed my eyes, the pressure building in my dick. I was about to come, and—as always with Belle—it was going to be epic. I groaned as I came, pulling out and wrapping my arms around her. She laughed as I pulled her back onto the sofa so she was on top of me.

“You always make me come so hard,” I muttered, my fingers tracing the outline of her nipple. It grew hard at my touch. I resisted the urge to suck it. “I’m glad you’re here.”

She adjusted her arm so she was looking at me, her dark hair hung around her face. “I love being with you, Jack. When I’m not with you, you’re all that I think about.” She moved her lips onto mine. I kissed her back, trying desperately to ignore the anxiety that was pooling in my stomach. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the idea of hurting her out of my head. No matter how pure my intentions were, it would happen. I was falling hard for this girl, but I knew her being with me would break her.

“You’re all I think about too, Belle,” I answered honestly. She shifted, as if she knew something was on my mind.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I’m just tired,” I said, not sure what else there was to say. She eyed me as if she didn’t believe me, but didn’t pressure me to answer her.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Listen, I have my final exams next week, so I need to stay away from you this week. With you around, I won’t study,” she giggled. I made a face at her, hoping the relief of what she’d just said didn’t show on my face. I needed this: a few days to sort out exactly what I wanted. I had a decision to make.

Did I put myself first and risk hurting her?

Chapter Seventeen

Three days later, and it was clear that I just didn’t function without her. I couldn’t think and I didn’t eat. I was like a walking zombie. A zombie that consumed way too much alcohol. Carly was noticing my decline in work, and though she had tried tactfully to mention it, I had snapped her head off. And to top all that off, I knew in the back of my mind if Carly was noticing, it wouldn’t be long until Dad noticed too.

I left work early. Well, technically it was after five, but that was early for me. Where I was going I didn’t know, but going home would only result in me drinking myself to sleep. As I drove past Levine’s, I saw her shitbox. I had no idea what I was doing, but the next thing I knew I was in the parking lot, getting out of my car.

Belle grinned when she saw me, her green eyes sparkling like a diamond in the sunlight. She walked over to the booth I’d sat down in, and handed me a menu.

“I didn’t expect to see you.” She smiled playfully.

“I’ve gone three days without you and I’m already going insane,” I said dryly. I handed her back the menu. I didn’t need it. I wasn’t planning on eating, I’d just come for the view. She raised her eyebrow as she took the laminated sheet from me.

“Not hungry?” she asked, tilting her head. Her hair was up today in a messy bun. It suited her, but then again, anything would look good on her.

“Not for food,” I muttered, half under my breath but loud enough for her to hear. She laughed and glanced over her shoulder.

“I’ll get you a coffee and some pie,” she said, winking at me. I nodded, and watched her walk away. Fuck. I couldn’t understand why I felt like shit. This girl got to me like nobody in the world ever had. I couldn’t walk away from that, but how could I not trust myself not to hurt her? Was I that fucked up that I’d sabotage the best thing in my life? Probably.

Belle walked back over, carrying my coffee and a slice of apple pie.

“It’s not the best pie, but it’s edible,” she whispered softly, her smile reaching my heart. I laughed at her endorsement. Her talents were wasted here; with those skills, she should have been working in marketing. I eased my fork into the soggy pie crust and lifted the contents to my mouth. Well, she was right. It certainly wasn’t going to break any pie-making records anytime soon.

“How are your studies going?” I asked, spooning the stale pie into my mouth and washing it down with a gulp of coffee.

“Okay. I find it hard to concentrate though,” she admitted, biting her lip in an attempt to hide her smile. But her eyes gave her away.

“Why is that?” I smirked. I had a pretty good idea of why. I’d put money on it being the same reason as to why I couldn’t concentrate at work. The same reason I was here now.

“Because I hate not seeing you.” She poked her tongue out at me, her hands stretched out across the counter opposite me.

“If it makes you feel any better, things at work suck. Every time I try to work, you invade my thoughts.” I chuckled. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled.

“Thanks,” she laughed. I rolled my eyes. She knew what I meant. “So coming here, I’m guessing that was just to see me?” she said shyly.

I made a face. “Well I certainly didn’t come for the pie,” I joked, pushing the plate away from me, the slice only half-eaten. She laughed loudly, her whole face engaged.

Fuck, she was so beautiful. I’d had beautiful women before. In fact, every woman I’d been with was beautiful, but Belle had a different kind of beauty. She made me think about things in a new way. Could I really give all that freedom up for her? And did I even want to? I wasn’t happy sleeping with woman after woman, but I was so fucking scared of letting someone inside my heart that it would almost be easier ending this now.