The Reaper's Daughter (Book 1 Soldiers Series)

10

Jess leaned against the closed door savouring the moment alone. A dull throb pulsed in her temples, the stress of the circumstances finally getting to her. She reminded herself it could be worse; she could have been forced to stay with one of the others, at least Mace was somewhat decent. He may be dangerous, but he had restraint, she would give him that, and a rather nice smile. It was crazy she knew, but she could not help but find him undeniably attractive. His shapely body and charming smile in combination with his restraint and uninhibited banter made it hard to hate him as she should.

The dull pain in her head had been bothering her for over an hour now. Opening the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, Jess sought relief. He must have something for pain. Her eyes fell on a Tylenol bottle; Jess plucked it from its place. Opening it up, Jess poured two little white pills into her hand then popped them in her mouth. Swallowing she replaced the cap and put the bottle back. Stripping off her clothes next Jess climbed into the shower and started the water. The hot liquid ran down her stiff body soaking her hair and face, it felt like heaven.

Mace was true to his word poking his head into the washroom every ten minutes like clockwork. After the second interruption, Jess shut off the water and took the towel he had left her earlier. Stepping out, she wrapped the towel around her torso. The tile felt cool on her bare feet, but her skin felt as if it were still under the hot water, feverish warmth flushed her flesh.

With nothing else at her disposal, Jess put her clothes back on and draped the damp towel over the rack just as Mace intruded a third time. “I ordered a pizza if you want something to eat.” He offered, stepping aside so she could squeeze through the narrow doorway. The limited space forced Jess so close she could smell Mace’s cologne. Jess breathed him in deeply, the masculine scent stirring an uncommon feeling within her. Jess lingered taking in the incredible uniquely male aroma; Jake had never smelled so good. Mace lifted one curious brow. “Are you alright?” He asked at her odd behaviour.

Jess nodded and continued down the hall to the living room where she found an open pizza box with a fresh hot meat lovers waiting inside. Jess knelt beside the coffee table and dug in. She was famished and not sure why Mace had kept her well fed on the trip down. He came and sat on the couch beside her taking a slice while he still could his second beer resting on his knee half empty.

Jess looked up at him. Her position on the floor giving her a perfect view of his sprawled body. A tiny burst of heat erupted in the core of her, the intimate tissue between her thighs pulsed and she began to feel crazy. She could not concentrate, she felt sweaty and could feel the butterflies fluttering in her belly. She felt dizzy, and her skin felt as if it were on fire. Jess stared at Mace watching him, wanting him, craving his touch and could not understand why. She stared at him with heated lust in her eyes.

***

Mace glanced over at Jess breaking his concentration on the game. He had felt her eyes on him and shifted awkwardly in his seat as a naughty grin curved her pretty little mouth. He had seen that look hundreds of times before, recognizing female arousal when he saw it; but he had never expected to see that look in her eyes.

He watched as Jess slowly rose on her knees and crawled between his legs, her hands sliding up the inside of his thighs until she reached his crotch. Mace jumped, knocking his drink to the floor instantly grabbing her hands tight he stopped her from touching him further. “Hold up, reverse, what the hell’s wrong with you?” He asked finding her dramatic change in mood surprising. Just over half an hour ago she hated him now she was in full s****l overdrive.

Jess climbed up on the couch straddling Mace’s lap, her short skirt riding up in the erotic position. His hands still clutching hers she drew his arms around her waist placing his hands over her bottom. Mace sighed when he felt the soft flesh slightly exposed from under the rising skirt. She felt good, his body responded immediately to the feel of her nude flesh grinding his lap.

Jess' hands framed his face as she crushed her lips against his. Her tongue probing the depths of his mouth. She tasted so sweet and hot he could not control himself. Gripping her bottom Mace pulled Jess hard against him forcing her down against the increasing bulge in his pants. The fabric of his pants like a teasing barrier between him and his desire. Jess gasped into his mouth at the combination of tantalizing pressure and friction.

His hands moved to her hair, gripping a handful Mace pulled her head back gently exposing her swan-like neck. She was hot and mindlessly aroused, ripe and ready for the taking, but he could not understand why. It was as if she were… his eyes widened, and he placed his hand under her chin forcing Jess to look at him. Her eyes heated and demanding, but her pupils were unmistakably dilated.

Damn it; he silently cursed seeing the truth in her eyes. “What did you take?” He asked sternly.

She did not answer, her fingers clawing at his pants trying to get to the object of her desire. “I want you,” She purred. Mace’s hands went to his waistband trying to slow her progress down.

“Damn it Jess stop. What the hell did you take?”

“Just some Tylenol, I had a headache.” She murmured leaning in and nibbled on his ear. Her damp hair felt cool on his cheek, her swelling breast crushed against him.

Tylenol? He did not have any, and then it hit him, he dealt drugs out of his apartment and hid some of his stash in the medicine cabinet in case of raids. The things he kept in those bottles were not what was on the labels. Mace grabbed Jess by the shoulders and forced her to sit up. “I don’t have Tylenol; you took E. Damn it Jess didn’t your dad teach you not to take without asking?” He scolded. She was under the influence and depending on how much she took she might be feeling the effects for some time. It explained her uncontrollable advances. “Jess you need to relax, breathe.”

Her hand slid down the front of his pants gripping the shaft of his p***s. Her fingers closed around Mace with tempting pressure, stroking the crown with the pad of her thumb and gently squeezing the column just under the head. His head fell back against the couch with maddening pleasure. “What I need is this.” She smiled.

“If you were thinking clearly you wouldn’t say that.” Mace moaned trying hard to control his impulse to throw her back and take her.

He pushed Jess’ hand away and lifted her in his arms. Mace carried her back to the washroom. Jess clung desperately to him demanding relief. Reaching the shower, Mace turned on the cold water full blast and dropped Jess under the stream. She screamed from the shock and scrambled to her feet. “You need to cool off.” He explained, he did not want to be cruel, but he had to keep her body heat down.

Jess tried to get out, but Mace pushed her back under the icy water. She continued to fight him, tugging at his clothes and begging him to end her torment. Pleading with him to take her. It was killing him, why was the right thing to do always the hardest thing to do? She was young, smoking hot, and practically raping him. God knew he was only human, how much more could his chivalry be tested before his will broke?

Mace watched as she peeled off her shirt. His hands flew off her like he had just been burnt. Braless her perfect breasts practically stood up on their own. So young and perky they could fit in the palm of his hand. Mace could not resist her anymore; his hands gravitated to her breasts cupping them, massaging the soft mounds. Her n*****s formed solid peaks against his palms.

Mace wanted her so badly he no longer cared about her state of mind. Jess was hot, ready and willing; at that moment nothing else mattered. He would hate himself in the morning for taking advantage of her but she drove his senses to the brink, and even his restraint could take no more.

Stepping into the shower with her his hand moved between her legs. Stroking and petting the damp curls. “You’re so wet.” He pushed a finger inside her slick passage. The tissue tight and tantalizing his imagination. He’d never been with a virgin; he liked the idea of being the first one inside her, the first man, the one Jess would compare all others to. His finger probed her, thrusting in and out making her squirming, her hips rocking furiously against his hand. “More?” He asked silkily.

“More.” She moaned, and he pushed in a second finger, pressing deeper until he reached the fleshy barrier he was about to break. Mace could hardly believe his luck; Jess was crazy sexy and his. An energetic blank slate and he looked forward to teaching her.

***

Suddenly Mace turned off the water, scooped Jess into his arms, and walked down the hall paying no attention to the water they were dripping everywhere. She kissed his face drawing his lips to hers as he carried Jess to his bedroom.

Lowering her gently to the bed Mace pushed aside a small pile of clothes resting on the foot. His mouth devoured hers in an urgency that was matched by her desire. His fingers hooked around the waist of her soaked skirt and slid it down her athletic curves. Her hands slid up under his wet t-shirt moving the fabric up, Mace’s hands went to his side and tugged his shirt off with his pants quick to follow, his clothing resting in a heap on the floor. Her pulse was racing, and her breath came in quick shallow patterns. His shorts were the last to hit the floor. Mace stretched out over Jess bracing his weight on his arms.

She melted under his touch, his lips leaving a trail of heat like a fire under her skin. A whimper escaped her parted lips when Jess felt him take her stiffened n****e between his lips, pinching the hard bud gently between his teeth. She was losing her mind she was sure of it. Mace’s knee nudged her thighs apart, and his hips moved expertly into position. His solid erection felt enormous and thick gliding back and forth against her slippery folds; the tender tissue had a heightened sensitivity.

Mace brushed his lips lightly over her ear, his breath hot and panted against her neck. “Last chance to change your mind Boo. There’s no going back after this.” She heard his silky baritone voice in her ear offering her one last opportunity to keep her innocence. Jess’ hands slid down Mace’s toned back. Her fingers reached his narrow hips she gripped his body and pulled him down to her. She wanted him terribly, wanted him inside her. “Ok, stay there.” He whispered.

Leaning over the bed Mace reached into the drawer of his nightstand taking out a little silver square condom package. Tarring it open with one hand and his teeth Mace pushed himself up on his knees with his other arm. Taking the rolled-up latex from its packaging, he placed it over the crown of his p***s, closing his fingers around the shaft he slowly unrolled the condom down his erection.

Mace’s eyes took in the lush sight beneath him. Jess’ soft body sprawled nude in front of him. Her legs open and welcoming him. Reaching the limits of the condom Mace leaned over bracing his body on his hands placed on either side of her shoulders. Slowly he pushed himself inside her. Her muscles tight contracting further Jess whimpered, and Mace pushed on forcing himself deeper. Her body tensed under him from the discomfort as he approached the threshold of her virginity.

Jess had heard stories from her friends about losing their virginity, and as much as she did not wish to feel the pain, it was unavoidable. Jess closed her eyes tight against the mounting pain. Lowering himself on his elbows, Mace pressed his body against hers and kissed her eyelids. “Relax it will only hurt for a moment. I promise.” He whispered and with a deliberate thrust forward drove deep inside her wetness, ripping away her innocence.

Jess’ fingers clutched the sheets, her back arched and she cried out in pain. A tear slipped down her cheek. Mace lay still inside her waiting for the initial pain to fade. Until her breathing calmed and her pulse returned to a steady beat. Her swollen passage yielded to him, and Mace proceeded to withdraw slowly lower himself into her again.

Jess sighed waves of sensation washing over her. He felt magnificent, filling her in a way she never dreamt. His body moved against hers, in hers. He was a dream; everything felt so unreal. Her body moved beneath his matching his rhythm. Her hips lifted to meet his. Jess clung to Mace wrapping her long leg around his waist drawing him in deeper. The sensations built, mounting until she felt she would die. His pace quickened, long deep strokes, over and over.

The contracting walls of her v****a offered such friction Mace could hardly hold off his climax. With one impulsive movement, he drove hard into Jess pushing until he reached the mouth of her womb. She cried out in satisfaction, her first orgasm spilling over him, tightening mercilessly around him. Giving in to his body, Mace relaxed and let his climax take him.

Trembling Mace dropped to the bed beside Jess. Seconds later the frisky girl rolled on top of him ready to go again. The drug still coursing through her system Mace knew she would be impossible to fend off all night. “Hold up girl; I need a moment to breathe.”