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Everytime something in your life doesn't go as planned, you take a stroll in the woods. The combination of fresh crisp air, breeze caressing your hair and skin, along with the silence (save for the soft swaying of trees and occasionally birdsong), usually helps to calm your worries.
Except now, when all you do is to cry and scream and to your surprise, hurt the one person you thought you could trust.
Your boyfriend - ex, now - had cheated on you. Not once, but multiple times. The man that was always so sweet to you, cared for you, told you I love you everyday, treated you as if you were his entire world, decided to fuck it all up.
Maybe that was his whole plan - string you along to have someone waiting for him at home while he fucked who he wanted.
You had no idea. Now you wonder if his business trips were just business or if he was seeing another side chick.
You're embarrassed. You're angry. But most of all, you're really fucking sad - it's terrifying. All you want to do is walk further into the woods and never look back. You're probably already doing it.
Upon looking back, you're pretty sure you were lost. It must be terrifying, the possibility of dying out here, maybe you should be panicking, scrambling to find the trail again, but you feel…nothing.
You accept this fate.
Dying out here will be less painful than the unbearable ache in your chest, as if an axe had made a hole through your sternum.
Maybe you would rethink your situation if you had someone depending on you. But you didn't, you had no one. You're completely alone now and it sends another clench to your heart, making you stumble. The sky was darkening and your energies were draining. You drop to your knees, your vision blurry with unshed tears, fingers curling into the earth and dried leaves, twigs and fauna, as you release an agonized cry following a sob. Nothing else matters, you think, as you curl into yourself, settling onto the dirt, crying and wallowing in your misery, deciding to let it overpower you.
The air and earth are cold, the icy temperatures slowly penetrating deep into your bones. Your head pounds and despite the sounds of night, you decide to let go, completely.
Before you fully awaken, you relish in the warmth of your bed, hoping and wishing you could stay like this forever. Warm and safe, under your covers, away from issues and stresses of the world.
Your nose twitches - you smell woodsmoke.
Your hearing catches up - soft crackling of a fire.
You can feel the warmth emanating close by.
Your eyes shoot open, taking in your surroundings. You're surrounded by wood - wood furnishings and wood log walls. Beside you is the fire of a chimney, the warmth seeped into your body. You're on a plush mattress, with a thick, quilted blanket cocooning you, as if you were swaddled.
What the hell happened?
Last you remember, you were in the woods, ready to die, feeling the icicles slowly appearing on your skin.
As you sit up, groaning softly in the process (your muscles ache) the quilt slides down your upper body, your skin meeting the slight chill of the air, goosebumps appear on your arms and chest.
You look down, only just now realizing you were completely naked under the quilt.
With a yelp, you grab the edge of it, pulling it up to your chin, knuckles white as you hold on tight. Why the hell-
The sound of a pair of heavy boots against the hardwood floors makes you jump, the owner of said boots appearing to have been just out of view, in the kitchen, you assume. “It had rained when I found you.”
It was a man. Your eyes widen, gulping in fear when you realize how big the man is. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt, the fabric straining over the expanse of muscled shoulders, pecs and torso. His bottom half was clad in jeans, fitted, accentuating his thin waist and strong thighs.
You don't respond, seemingly every word in your head disappearing.
The man was devastatingly handsome - strong jaw, with a well kept beard, shapely eyebrows and piercing green eyes. His brown hair looked to be slightly damp and looked to be medium length. God, he's probably the hottest man I've ever seen.
The man was wiping his hands on a paper towel and to your horror, began to step closer, entering the room you're currently in (which looks to be a living room).
You freeze, eyes tracking his every movement, the hairs on your body standing to attention when he kneels beside you. You felt horribly vulnerable and terrified being bare in his presence, save for only the blanket.
“You could've died out there.” He says, his voice low and deep but soft. “You were soaked from the rain and surely hypothermic. If I didn't remove your wet clothes and warmed you up, you would've died.”
“You should've let me die.”
Your voice was soft and wrecked, surely from crying and screaming from earlier, but also from a night spent in the wilderness.
The man reaches for you but stops when you flinch, your eyes observing his hand warily. His hand was inches from your face, before slowly, his hand meets the skin of your cheek. He cups your jaw, lifting your head just so, to meet his soft gaze. He looks sad. “Who would dare to hurt such a beautiful soul like you?”
Your eyes tear up before pulling away from his touch, his words striking a chord in your chest. He drops his hand. “Dinner is almost ready.”
“Dinner?” Your stomach decides it was the perfect time to start rumbling.
The man nods, the corner of his lips turning up in a grin. “You slept for quite awhile.”
And you wanted to keep sleeping, and hopefully, never wake up again.
“I'm Jace.”
Your eyes snap up to meet his. He was smiling softly, it eases your worries.
“Y/n.” You immediately regret revealing your name to this stranger.
“My pleasure to meet you.” He holds out a hand and your eyes drift to it, noticing the calluses on his palm between the fingers but nails trimmed and clean. You clench your own, swallowing your nerves, before snaking your arm from under the blanket and placing your hand in his. The skin of his palm is warm and rough - clearly he works a lot with his hands. The second he releases your hands you hide back, away from view.
“Where am I?” Your gaze breaks away from staring at him to focus on the interior of the room - there wasn't any artificial light to help you see, only the flickering flames lighting up the immediate area. But you can make out the windows, with picture frames hung around the place.
“In my cabin. What were you doing out there?”
You don't respond, choosing to look down at the quilt. It looks to be handmade.
He sighs softly, but he could've just been a breath of exhale. “You asked me a question. I answered. I think I at least deserve an explanation for your whereabouts on my land. I saved you from freezing to death.”
Your skin prickles, fear once again settling in your blood, but you ignore it, the pain of remembering the very reason why you were roaming the woods returning. “I didn't ask to be saved.”
He was quiet for a few seconds. You glance back at him. He was looking at the fire, the flame dancing in his eyes. “You didn't. I don't know why you wanted to die and you don't have to tell me. But you can't blame me for wanting to save someone. I'm human. I was scared for you. I needed to help.”
You can see the honesty in his eyes, but also the underlying despair in his voice. You know he was right - it's human-nature to try and save another person from losing their own life.
Your shoulders slump. “You're right. I-I'm sorry.” With tear-rimmed eyes, you reach up to wipe at them.
He wipes away a stray tear on your jaw. “I'm sorry, too. For the wrongs that have transpired in your life. I truly wish I could take all your hurt away…”
You furrow your eyebrows. “Why?”
“Why..?”
“Why do you…wish so? You don't know me…”
He pouts and it was unbearably cute. “I don't have to know you to feel sad for you? I can see the pain in your eyes and I just want to…” He grips his thigh, his forearms straining. “Take your pain away. Make you forget. Because no one deserves to live a life of suffering.”
You consider his response and it somehow helps you to feel a bit…protected. “You're very intune with your emotions…”
He smiles, the sight of it easing your worries more. “I have four older sisters. They all but drilled into me how to be and act like a man. My best role models.”
It makes you smile and Jace (it was strange to refer to him as a name now) smiles even wider, his breath catching. “There it is…”
“Huh?”
“Your smile - it's absolutely lovely.”
You look down at the quilt, smiling at it but trying to hide it.
“The stew has a few more minutes left on it, but, if you'd like, can I give you something to wear? I'm sure you don't appreciate being naked under there. Then we can eat. Would you like that?”
You nod. “Where are my clothes though?”
“Washed and currently drying. Come on,” He holds a hand out. “I'll help you up.”
You use one hand to hold two corners of the quilt to wrap around your body below the arm, the other holding onto his hand. The breath escapes your lungs as he pulls you up easily. You weren't skinny, definitely have a few pounds that you'd love to lose, but to him, it was nothing.
Why it sent a thrill through you was concerning.
“Come on,” He let go of your hand, heading to the stairs, with you following, eyes trying to take in your surroundings but the darkness wasn't helping. Luckily the light at the top of the stairs was on, illuminating a big room. You realize the second floor only consists of one big room - his bedroom.
There wasn't much to the room - double doors on your left on the wall beside the bed (a big bed, a king size), and another door on the right. There were a couple dressers bookcases (filled with books) and a desk. There was a huge rug under the bed stretching out to nearly take up the whole expanse of the floor. Beside the bed were nightstands, each with a lamp. There were large windows on the opposite wall from where the bed is - large, and you realize, the windows extend from ceiling to wall and then, further. Part of the ceiling is a window. You can't see what's outside though - it was completely dark, but you could see the stars so clearly, the milky way so visible and so beautiful.
A hand on your back jolts you away from the window - you hadn't realized you were drawn to it. “Oh, sorry…Um…”
Jace chuckles, you heard a soft rumbling from his chest. “You like to star-gaze, I assume?”
You nod, glancing back to the sky. It was something you loved to do and wished for Ryland to enjoy with you, but he thought it was a waste of time. Stars will always be there.
That's not the point…
You tear your eyes away, focusing on Jace again, feeling the chill return on your skin. He gestures to the double doors beside the bed, a hand on your back as he approaches it. “You're welcome to anything. You can close the doors if you'd like some privacy. If you'd like a shower, I can get one started for you.”
Your cheeks flame - now not as scared and worried as before, you have the mental capacity to realize he had seen you naked already, when he removed your wet clothes.
He could've been a bad person, could've taken advantage of you. Could've been raped, tortured, and even killed. Maybe leave your body for the wolves and left to rot, and no one would come looking.
Your body shivers, acutely aware of Jace behind you. He's tall, at least a foot on you, and obviously strong. If you had the strength to fight back, you know you couldn't. Suddenly, the blood goes ice cold in limbs and eyes tear up, then the trembling starts.
“Y/n?” Jace asks, growing concerned. “What's wrong?”
“W-What do you…want with me?” You whisper, stepping away from him. “You saved me…do you expect something in return?” Your voice was small. Jace closes the gap between you, but you back up with a gasp, until your back hits the wall. He's looming over you, hands in the air, as if he was about to grab you but stops. To your astonishment, he drops to his knees, at your feet, his hands gripping his thighs again.
He shakes his head. “No! Of course not…That's not why I'm doing this.” He frowns, keeping his head tilted up at you, eyes pleading. “I just want to help. That's all. Maybe it's instinct but I feel like I have to protect you. I know we barely know each other and you have every right not to trust me, maybe even be scared of me but I hope you don't. You're a precious soul and all I want is to help. All I want is to help you. You don't owe me anything. Nothing.”
You stare at him further as you wipe your eyes. Maybe it's stupid (you know it is) but you believe him. “Prove…prove it to me.”
“Anything.” He breathes.
The grip on the quilt falters. This is stupid. Dangerous. “Don't look, keep your eyes on mine…”
With a shaky breath, and heart stammering against your sternum, you release the iron-tight grip on the blanket and let it drop on the floor.
A small part of you expected for his eyes to immediately drift down, hungry eyes devouring the swell of your breasts, and further south, hands itching to touch and take.
But they don't. Jace keeps eye contact with you, and you realize his hands were behind his back. The look in his eyes though…
They show…
Reverence.
You're crazy. You're fucking crazy. Getting naked in front of another man?!
You needed to remind yourself you weren't with Ryland anymore. But this is crazy!
You fiddle with your hands, needing to cover your groin, suddenly very aware of the slight bush down there - the result of not trusting Ryland for a while prior to his confession.
“Stand, please…”
Jace stands, his movements slow but as he rises to his height (keeping his eyes on yours, as you'd hoped), you feel incredibly small as you tilt your head up. You reach for your hair, wanting to toy with it to calm your shaking hands but your finger gets caught in a tangle. You realize your hair feels dirty and there is dirt under your nails. “I think I do need a shower.”
“I'll get one started for you. May I?” He asks, gesturing towards the door behind him, where you assume is the bathroom.
“Please?”
Jace nods, fondly smiling before turning around and disappears into the bathroom. In seconds, you can hear the sound of a shower spray. You pad across the room, hugging yourself to somewhat avoid the chill in the air, and peek inside. The bathroom was fairly big, bigger than the size of the walk-in closet. There were two sinks beside each other, a big claw foot tub, and a huge shower. You can feel and see the steam starting to invade the space. You stand inside the bathroom now, keeping a bit of distance from Jace. He turns around. “All yours. I'll be right outside.” And then the door closes. He's gone.
Somehow, knowing he was outside, waiting, made you feel a bit better. Safe, in an unfamiliar part of the cabin.
Safe…How in the hell is that possible? He's a complete stranger, you know nothing about him. He could be faking it, putting on a show to lure you into his bed.You're embarrassed to admit you want that to happen.
You really hope he isn't a homicidal maniac…Then again, you have nothing else to live for.
You slide the glass door open and step in, immediately letting the warm shower engulf you fully, sighing relief. The temperature was a bit hotter than warm and it felt fucking amazing on your skin, muscles, and scalp. The barely there burn brought goosebumps on your skin so you stood under the water for a minute, relishing in the comfort.
Eventually, you search around for soap and shampoo, finding a ball of natural soap infused with scents of sandalwood and bergamot. The shampoo was only a clear bottle of a brown thick liquid that smelled roughly the same as the soap. They smelled good - not overbearing and very comforting.
Now all finished, you step out of the shower. You spot a neatly folded towel on the sink counter - Jace must've left it for you. You swipe it from the counter and dry yourself, before twisting your hair in it and up on top of your head.
Without thinking too much of it you step out of the bathroom, met again with the chill, prickling your skin.
You spot Jace sitting on the bed, reading a book. He looks up. You feel a tad more confident now all clean and knowing that Jace will respect your body, since he hasn't let his sight waver.
It's strange - it took you months for you to trust Ryland enough to share your body with him. And with Jace (although there has been no sharing of bodies…yet) it only took a mere few hours to be voluntarily naked for him.
He stands, approaching. “Feel better?”
You nod. “I'm cold though…”
He pouts. “It tends to be colder in a cabin. I'm sorry. Go on, pick what you like to wear. Something warm, okay?”
You take a step to the side sliding out from between the wall and Jace and walk backwards towards the double doors (you assume it's a walk-in closet), keeping your eyes on him.
To your delight (d…delight?), not once did he sneak a peek or even move a muscle. Your back hits the door as your hand feels around for the knob. As soon as you find it, you turn it and pull it open and disappear inside, shutting the door.
You pause and release a breath, nearly falling to your knees with the disbelief of what you just did. You finally let yourself think of what you just did. Where the hell did that come from?
You've never done that before - what even was that? You aren't the type to be…saying a demand, much less to a stranger. You're softhearted, kind, and gentle, not a violent bone in your body, nor a commanding one.
Or so you thought…
You realize the adrenaline in your blood is from the thrill of it.
Seeing Jace, a 6 foot (at least) man, well built, strong, can easily overpower you, on his knees in front of you? Made you feel strange.
A good strange. Just thinking about him on his knees leads your mind to imagine your foot on his shoulder, his lips trailing kisses along your calf, sucking on the soft skin in the inside of your knee, his fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt.
You take a deep breath, urging your mind to make those thoughts disappear, before turning around. You love walk-in closets. The closet was well-lit, with a wall of shirts hung on hangers, another wall of open shelves with shoes, hats and other accessories and a wall of drawers. It was very organized though Jace didn't have much belongings to begin with. You felt a bit shy to be looking through his clothes but he did say you could pick anything.
You look at the shirts but none of them catch your eye, until you land on the sweaters and hoodies section. You look through them, choosing a maroon colored one mainly because the inside was lined with soft fleece and would feel amazing on your skin.
You dry your hair as much as you could with the towel, before chucking it into a laundry bin and sliding the hoodie on.
As for bottoms, you look through the drawers, choosing a black pair of plaid fleece pajama bottoms and tie the drawstring to fit around your hips before rolling it a couple times so it fits better.
You immediately feel so much warmer, as if you were near the fire again, because Jace's scent was surrounding you now - woodsmoke and sandalwood has permeated his clothing, with a hint of detergent. You quite enjoyed his scent.
You felt…
You're not sure yet. Safe? Not completely. Protected, as Jace claims? Not yet.
Neutral? Yes. Not scared anymore (maybe a smidge).
Pleased?
Yes.
You open the door, expecting to find Jace in the same place but the room is empty. The quilt has been folded and placed on the corner of the bed. Onto top of it, a pair of fuzzy socks. You smile as you pick them up, immediately sliding them on.
They had printed acorns on it.
Right, he was still tending to a stew and didn't want to leave it unattended for long. You approach the stairs, stomach rumbling more strongly now, the aroma of beef stew smells so good. You venture down the stairs and tentatively walk further into the first floor of the cabin, peering around the wall, into the kitchen. Jace was dishing out a bowl of stew before picking up another from the counter and approaching the dinner table. His eyes land on you, your chest blooming with warmth at his smile.
“Ready to eat?”
You nod as you follow him to the table. You grin as he pulls out a chair for you, you sit but Jace doesn't move away from standing beside you. You glance up at him. “What?”
He glances at the hoodie then the pajama bottoms, grinning. “Nothing…I'm glad you're warm again. I never want you to be as cold as a corpse again.”
You look away, pouting. “Thank you. Really.”
Jace takes a seat adjacent to you. “You don't need to thank me.”
You pick up your spoon and scoop a bit of the soup, relishing the delicious aroma. You take a careful sip after blowing on it and the flavors immediately wake you up, lifting your spirits and bringing you happiness.
It was so good.
“Jace, this is amazing.” You whisper before taking a bite of the beef, which was cut small enough to be able to chew easily.
“I'm glad you like it.”
You more than just like it. Your eyes travel up Jace's hand currently dipping into his own bowl, to his forearm as he lifts it to his mouth, and land on the swell of his upper arm, the biceps bulging and deltoid straining the shirt sleeve.
A familiar heat and tingles settle in your core making you immediately clutch your thighs together.
Fuck.
Now you're sure you aren't afraid of him anymore. And you wouldn't mind his hands on you. Preferably, on your thighs, hips and…ultimately everywhere. You want his big, rough hands against your skin, gliding from your waist to wrap around your bare back, holding you close.
You crave it.
Ryland was sweet during love-making and you loved it. You felt loved in his arms.
You don't feel loved now; you're instead cared for and deserving of a stranger's care and protection.
You want his care. You want his attention. You want him.
It's definitely been quite awhile since your last romp - why else are you feeling horny for a total stranger. You continue to eat your stew in silence, the heat and spasms increasing in your pussy - you're sure you were growing wet.
God, what fuck is wrong with me? Craving for a stranger to fuck me? I really am going insane.
“You okay?” Jace rests a hand over yours. “You're a bit red…”
“O-Oh, uh,” You pull back the neck hem of the hoodie away from your neck, feigning bringing some air to your torso. “A bit hot, but I'm okay…”
Jace nods and after a short silence, as he finishes his bowl of stew - “I wanted to extend a hand to you. You can stay here for as long as you want, until you're ready to leave. But if you want to get out of here asap, you can. Your clothes are dried and ready so you could leave in the morning…”
Your heart drops, feeling sad at the prospect of leaving. It's not entirely because you're attracted to the man, but you enjoy his care and company.
And, you weren't interested in returning to your normal life. As if it will ever be normal again…
“There's no rush!” He adds. “I just don't want you to feel like I'm trapping you here.”
“I don't feel that at all.” You quickly add, glad that it relaxes him. “Um, you don't mind? If…if I'm not ready to leave.”
Jace shakes his head, smiling fondly. “I don't mind. Truthfully speaking,” He looks down at the table with a chortle. “I'm glad you're here. Living in a cabin in the woods is…lonely.” He looks back up. “I'm happy for the company.”
You, too, have finished your bowl of stew, sitting back and watch as Jace stands, taking both bowls, placing them in the sink. There doesn't seem to be a Mrs Jace…
“You mean, you live out here, alone?” You ask, swinging your legs and fiddle with your fingers. “No significant other? No wife, girlfriend?” You pause. “Husband, boyfriend?”
Jace shakes his head as he washes the dishes. “Not for a long time.”
You're quiet for a moment, feeling sad for him. It must've been hard for him, to be out here, without anyone to talk to, especially if he yearns for it.
He finishes with the dishes before approaching you and kneels beside your chair, pushing it away from the table so your body is angled to him. “Tired? I know you passed out for a bit, but it might be good for you to get more rest.”
Seeing Jace kneel below you makes you squirm in your seat, the heat settling back between your legs. One hand was holding the leg of the chair, the other on his lap. He was so close. If he was closer, and maybe bold enough, he could grip your thighs, spread them-
You gulp. “S-Sleep, yes, sleep sounds good…”
Jace nods, grinning beautifully, before he stands. “The bed is yours.”
“Wait-”
You were standing now, eyes wide as you had gripped his arm - hard muscle, warm skin. “Your bed is huge…I don't mind it. Sharing, I mean.”
You drop your hands, feeling exposed to have Jace's gaze on you, studying your expression.
“You're sure?”
You nod, rolling your lip, the action making his eyes drift to them. “It's okay. I would like…I don't want-” You sigh in frustration, feeling a bit embarrassed to be so truthful.
Jace stands closer to you having stepped further in your personal space. With a hand under your chin, he lifts your head to meet his eyes. “Tell me.”
His words were soft, kind - not a demand, but an invitation.
“I don't want to be alone too…” You whisper, your words holding more depth than you realize. And you were okay with it.
Jace glances at your eyes before they drift down to your nose then lips, before they snap back to your eyes. He nods and to your disappointment, he drops his hand (you wanted it on your throat).
“Come on then, you'll feel more energized with more rest.”
You follow Jace up the stairs again, now with more purpose, since you know what to expect at the top.
As he approaches the bed, he slips off his shirt, making your eyes grow wide and mouth water. The muscles on his back seem to ripple with each movement, the wide shoulders and thin waist very appeasing to the eyes. Soft, olive skin, obvious from many days working under the sun.
He's beautiful.
He throws his shirt into the hamper across the room, making it inside.
You want to kiss his back, run your hands over the peaks and valleys, relishing on the sheer strength he must have and knowing he'd never use it against you.
He wouldn't.
Use it for you? You damn well wish he would.
You approach the bed, waiting for Jace to step out of the closet as he changes. He doesn't close the door, so you step to the side to peek, eyes taking in his long, strong legs, and plump butt in black boxers. But when he turns around, you look away. But that was enough for your body to react instantly - eagerness and desire pumping through your veins.
He was very much well-endowed and you're pretty sure he was half hard.
Was he attracted to you, too? You really hope so.
Once he steps out, now in just loose pajama bottoms, he closes the closet doors.
You were idling on the opposite side, wondering which side he had claimed - it seemed the side that's closest to him was his preferred space, judging by the opened book placed face down on the nightstand, the lamp placement was closer to the edge, for better access.
Your assumption is correct when he lifts the covers up and looks at you expectantly. “Change your mind?”
“Oh, no…” You start to lift the covers of your side, unable to meet his eyes and hoping he doesn't notice the blush of your cheek. “I didn't. I'm just…thinking about a lot of things.”
Jace hums pause as he kneels one knee against the mattress, watching as you lay down, on your side, facing him. He follows suit.
“Have a good night, Y/n…” He whispers before shutting off his lamp. You shut yours off. “Night…”
Despite the lamps no longer offering artificial light, the moonlight casts a soft white glow throughout the whole room. You can see Jace's silhouette, and you can make-out his facial features, although they are darkened.
You lay on your back for a bit, eyes looking up at the wooden ceiling, wishing it was the stars. You're not sure for how long you stay awake for, maybe minutes, maybe an hour, when you lay on your side again, facing Jace.
“Relax…”
You smile. “I thought you were asleep already…”
“I can feel your restlessness.”
You don't answer, choosing to sigh instead. It was moments like these, during the night, when the pain came full force, the heartache that used to be debilitating. Now you just cry, letting the pillow wipe your tears away, the only warm embrace you've had in months was the blanket.
Against your wishes, you do end up crying. The sniffle is loud in the room, as well as the hand trying to wipe all your tears away from your face.
You can hear the rustle of movement from Jace's side, until you can feel his knees brush yours. “What's wrong? Why are you crying?”
His voice was soft, caring, reminding you of something that was never meant to be for you. You were never meant to last with Ryland and probably won't without him. You shake your head, covering your face, the self-pity and personal crisis are too much to deal with.
Jace hums in thought and then, the second you feel his arms wrap around your waist and the other behind your head, holding you close, as if you were a precious little thing, you cry harder. Sobs rattle your whole being.
You're not sure for how long you cry for, but Jace didn't stop holding you, or rubbing your back and pressing his cheek to the top of your head. His hold helped to ground you, to not let yourself to further descend in your despair. Again, you realize, because the last time, you were in the depths of the woods.
You slowly come to, your mind clearing after a good cry, but chest is aching, eyes are puffy and hurt to open them.
“Better?”
You shake your head, but don't utter a word yet and Jace doesn't push.
After a minute - “Am I horrible if I wished for death?”
You're nervous to ask, expecting for Jace to pull back, maybe even get angry at you. But to your relief, he holds you tighter.
“No,” he whispers. “It's very human. To want your suffering to end. Especially when you don't see a way out of them.”
You sigh, unsure if you'll ever be happy again but being in Jace's arms did feel good. Comforting.
“Will you tell me?” He asks, as he leans back, cupping your chin up to face him. Being this close to him, you could see his eyes. They were sad, concerned for you, as if he really, truly cared.
You take his hand, lay your cheek on his hand, on the pillow.
“My ex cheated on me. For months, Jace.” Your voice wavering, throat clenching up as new tears fall. “For months. I loved him. He was my everything - the love of my life, the person I wanted to spend my life with, I trusted him with my life. And he…” You gulp, shutting your eyes at the growing throb in your head from crying so hard. “We were together for nearly two fucking years. Until a few months ago, I found his dating profile on his phone and endless messages with multiple women. His constant business meetings and travels were starting to make more sense…”
Jace's thumb continuously wipes away at your tears. “And you left him?”
You nod. “Yeah…The day you found me. I…didn't plan to get lost.”
Jace smiles, you can see a hint of it. “No one really tries to get lost.”
You smile in return. “I just got too into my head and had a breakdown. But…I really have nothing. Out there, you know.” You say softly now, scared to even say the words you've been thinking for the past few days. “I have…no family. Not many friends - at least no one that would really miss me. My whole world was Ryland.”
“Did he treat you right?” He responds, after a brief silence, save for your soft sniffles. “Before you found out?”
You don't respond immediately, debating if you should reveal Ryland's shortcomings. Jace's hand, the one resting on your back glides to your waist, tensing. “They never hurt too much…”
“Bastard…” Jace drops his head on his pillow, sighing. “I'm sorry you went through such torment, Y/n.”
You don't respond - don't know what to say exactly. Until - “Why do you think he lost interest in me? Did he…get bored? I don't think he loved me anymore…”
“You're gorgeous. A sweet soul with a big heart, I can tell. I don't know why he took you for granted. If it were me, if I had a woman as perfect as you, as beautiful, and as kind, I'd never do anything close to even thinking of hurting you. He never deserved you in the first place. It's his loss now. Forget about him, Y/n…”
You roll to your back, letting Jace's arm rest on your abdomen, his hand still firmly wrapped around your waist. He props himself up on his other elbow, staring at you, waiting for what you'll say next. “It's hard to forget about a man I loved…”
“I know…”
“Can you just…hold me? You don't have to, maybe I'm crazy, asking for too much already…nevermind.” You turn around, unable to face the rejection that surely will come.
“Come here.”Jace says, practically in a hushed growl, his hand pressing on your stomach as he scoots closer, spooning you. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, maybe even the ghosting of his lips there but you're not sure. All you know is that you can feel his body heat on your back, slowly seeping into your skin, relaxing you further into his embrace. You feel small being held like this - you really liked it, really liked it. Ryland was smaller than Jace, the spooning never felt as…protective.
“You're perfect the way you are, Y/n.” He whispers, his hand gliding slowly from under your breast to the top of your pajama bottoms. “Beautiful and perfect.”
You place your hand on his bigger one, slotting your fingers between his. “You think so? You're not lying to me, are you?”
He tightens his hold, wrapping his body even more closer, until you can feel his lips on your neck, not quite kissing, not yet. “I'd never lie about that.” He says lowly, gravelly, his voice causing a rumble in hIs chest that you could feel deep in your back. Your heart rate is picking up, as he barely keeps his lips just under your ear, hIs breaths tickling. You release a breath, the sudden desire coming back.
“Show me.”
He hums, the rumbling reaching your neck, somehow flowing from his lips. “Show you what?”
You gasp softly when he punctuates his question with a press of his lips to your skin, kissing softly.
You're growing hot under your clothes. “That.. I'm beautiful.” You sigh, deeply. “I don't know, I just…I don't want to - feel anymore.”
He adds another kiss, on the junction between neck and shoulder where the hoodie had displaced, the fingers of his hand widen, nearly covering the expanse of your stomach. God what you would give to have them grip your hips, thighs, hard .
“Let me take your mind away from that then, hm? Let me take care of you? It's obvious your ex has neglected you for quite awhile.” His hand moves lower, his finger tips just barely under the top hem of your bottoms, finally touching your skin. You don't stop them as they inch lower. Your breath hitches, nearly being caught in your throat realizing Jace's goal, one that you both want.
You let his hand explore further, his fingers meeting the slightly grown out bush, hoping he won't be deterred. To your relief, his fingers card through the hairs of your pubic area until they meet the dip just above the clit, and you instinctively spread your legs a tad wider. He hums, his middle finger sliding over the nub with ease, smiling as he earns a sigh from your lips..
“I question why you're already so wet.” He mumbles. “I'm flattered.”
Your eyes are closed as he slides his fingers lower, gathering more slick, before he starts to rub your clit in steady circles, with just enough pressure to have you writhing beside Jace. “Oh g-godd, mmm…Like that, p-please…”
It's too wet, when you realize there's too much slide, but Jace wipes his fingers against the junction of your inner thigh before returning to his ministrations on your clit. You throw your head back, one hand gripping his wrist the other grabbing hold of the pillow beside your head, your shaky breaths and whimpers are the only sound in the room. Well, except-
“That's it, baby…God, you're fucking beautiful…”
His warm breaths on your neck send delicious shockwaves down your spine.
His middle and ring finger rub incessantly against your clit, using his forefinger and pinky to spread your folds, exposing the nub even more, the tingles shooting down to your toes, and you feel hot. Sweat gathers on your forehead.
You're lost in the pleasure, uncaring how much you've widened your legs to accommodate more of his hand, as you feel the familiar heat tingling in your core. Your legs shake, breaths coming out in pants. “D-don't st-o-op…”
“Oh, I won't, my darling…Almost there…Come for me, baby…That's it, you can do it…”
You seize up, arching you back off the bed, your high pitched whimpers escaping your lips, along with quick short pants as Jace continues to pleasure you, your vision going white. You release a long breath, a sigh with a brief hiccup, your vision slowly coming to, your chest rises and lowers with each breath.
You blink open your eyes as you feel Jace drag his fingers from your wet spasming pussy, out of your pajama bottoms, and towards his mouth. “Wait, don't-”
He pushes both fingers into his mouth, closing and his lips around the digits, and expelling with a lewd ‘pop’. “Taste amazing, baby…I'd love to eat you out.”
Your eyes widen. “You…would?”
Ryland rarely did that…
Jace nods, but doesn't go to move, his body nor his hands. “Only if you want.”
“I…” You swallow, choosing to nod instead. Jace stands up.
“Come. It'll be easier on the edge of the bed.” He says softly, waving you over to approach his side. With wobbly legs, you crawl towards him but before you can sit, he cups your jaw, straightening your upper body to a kneeling position. He thumbs the apple of your cheek, while gazing at you, his eyes fond. “You can say no to anything, okay? I won't be upset.”
You simply nod, thinking ‘Why would I?’, because so far, all Jace has done was take such good care of you. You close your eyes as he presses his lips to your forehead, feeling so incredibly cared for.
“On your bottom, my darling. Please.”
You don't listen- rather, you push your pajama bottoms down your waist, past your navel and down your thighs, before you sit on your ass and discard them. Jace drops to his knees, hands gripping your hips tight to pull your ass onto the edge of the bed, earning a satisfied gasp from you. Finally.
It was so fucking hot that you let your timidness fall away as you drop your knees, exposing your very wet and very pink core to Jace, who's eyes show hunger and fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, just below above your knees, spreading your legs even more.
“Fucking perfect…”
“You've done this before?” You ask as you prop yourself up onto your elbows.
Jace nods. “And I love to.”
Your legs are slightly shaking with anticipation. You feel Jace kiss along the junction of your inner thighs, sucking a hickey there, when you swear you felt more slick oozing out.
You drop your head back onto the bed, hands above your head. “Mmm…Jace, please…”
He chuckles, the vibrations sending a zap to your core. “Okay, okay…”
The moment he attached his mouth over your clit and felt his tongue licking slowly at the nub, you yelped, closing your legs but his firm grip of them kept them in place. You close your eyes, relishing at the pleasure of his tongue and lips, the wet sounds of his incessant licking, kissing, and sucking is so loud and mind numbingly good.”F-u-u-uckkk…Mmmhm, keep going…eat me so good…”
“So fucking good…” He says, his voice deep and gravelly, before going back in. Your legs are shaking, one of them over his shoulder, the other flat against the bed. His right hand, skirts across your navel, settling the expanse of his hand there, strong fingers kneading into your lower abdomen and massage, feeling small under his big hand. His fingers trail up, past your belly button, upper torso, now under the hoodie to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing at the hardening nipple.
“O-o-ohhhh…almost…t-there…” You gasp out breaths, unable to deal with double stimulation. Your hands grip the bed sheets, knuckles going white, and when his tongue enters your wet hole, you see stars and clench around nothing, the second orgasm leaving you spent and breathing heavily. Jace licks the new wave of slick that drips out of your cunt, leaving you a whimpering mess. He licks you clean, the swipes over your abused clit making you jerk in delicious spasms.
He carefully lowers your leg onto the other and effortlessly picks your limp body further up the bed, in the middle. He lays beside you so you quickly move onto your side, letting him spoon you. Somehow, you don't mind that the only item of clothing you had left was the hoodie while Jace only had his bottoms on.
He slides a hand over your stomach cuddling you close, his hand gliding along the warm skin of your torso. “How do you feel, love?”
You smile, feeling yourself blush. “Really good…Thank you.”
He hums, smiling as he presses a kiss on the back of your neck. “I'm glad. And you're welcome…”
He shifts closer, bending his knees until his pelvis brushes your rear and - you felt it. His erection was barely touching you but being bottomless brought a strange thrill. You felt yourself growing wetter at the mere thought of the night not yet ending.
You scoot back into him just a tad, hoping to add more pressure to his cock. He rips his hand away from your stomach to grip your ass, Jace hissing at the contact. “Y/n…” He says in a low voice, a teasing warning. “What are you doing?”
He lessens his grip, choosing to slide his hand against your thigh. You swallow thickly, arousal floating in your mind in full force. “Are you gonna fuck me?”
With a breathless chuckle, Jace hums, nodding his head, lips against the side of your neck. He parts his lips, leaving a wet open mouthed kiss. “I would like to. Very much so.”
“You should.”
He laughs, lifting himself on his elbows beside your head. “Should I? Do you really want to?”
You lay on your back to peer up at him, feeling a wave of affection for the man. You nod. “Mhm. Kiss me?”
He cups your jaw, leans down to slot your lips together, already starting the kiss with parted lips, tongues occasionally brush the other, the kiss quickly getting hot and heavy. His hand slides over the hoodie, making contact with your upper stomach where it was scrunched up before dipping under and starts massaging your breasts. He rolls your nipped between his fingers earning a keen that he swallows right up.
You gasp for air and Jace starts to kiss along your jaw and down your throat, sucking on a particular spot when you whimper at how sensitive your neck is.
“It gets lonely out here, y'know…” He whispers in your ear, biting at your ear lobe. “So it's been awhile, but I'll make it good for you, I promise, baby.”
“H-How…” You start. “How long?”
He pauses. “Years…I didn't always live in this cabin.”
You nod and realize Jace was mouthing at the junction between neck and shoulder so you push him back a bit, giving you space to slide off the hoodie. You're completely bare now - except for the socks, which were helping against the slight chill of the night.
“Fuck…” Jace lets his eyes roam feeling down your body, his hand gliding over your breasts, stomach and thighs. “You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
You preen under his gaze. “Thanks. I…I hope you don't mind that I'm not…thin, as is typical.”
He shakes his head, surging forward to sealing a heavy kiss. “I don't mind. At all. I love it. Gives me something to grip when I fuck you.” He accentuates his statement with a grip on your hip.
Your core tingles at just the mention of having sex with him - you've truly been neglected. Sex was never like this with Ryland. “Yeah? Will you be gentle or rough?”
“Up to you. What do you want? I'll give you anything.”
“I…um, maybe something in between?”
He grins, nodding. “Of course…”
“And…” You cup his face, bringing his lips close for another kiss. “I wanna face you…”
Jace cups your cheek in return, smiling fondling. “Perfect. I could look at you for eternity…so damn pretty.”
You blush at his compliment.
You rake your eyes down his torso, admiring the multiple dips of abs, until landing on the prominent bulge in his pajama bottoms. You immediately reach for it, fingers itching to squeeze and stroke to return the favor, maybe even get your mouth around his cock.
But he grabs your wrist. “Don't worry. Tonight is about you, love.’
“But-” He silences you with a kiss.
“I'll feel good once we get started…”
You drop your hand, pouting, making him chuckle.
“You're so cute.”
“Am not. I wanna suck you dick.”
Jace rises to step off the bed. “Not today baby.”
Not today? That implies the potential of another day. You weren't thinking ahead that far or even about tomorrow, your one track mind only considering the now.
But…more than one day with Jace? You weren't opposed to it…
Your mind blanks, eyes widening when he lowers his bottoms, his fully erect cock jutting out and curving up, thick and decently sized - deliciously sized. The room was considerably brighter, meaning the moon was at its highest point. But you wished there was more light - you switch on the lamp closest to him, without taking your eyes off him.
The tip was an angry red and was leaking a considerable amount of precum. You watch with rapt attention as he grabs his dick, giving it a few strokes and pulls.
A fresh wave of slick drips from your core just at the sight of him. All you wanted was to be fucked so good until you couldn't think of even your own name.
“Jace…” You whisper the further he continues to jerk off. You were sitting up now, hands gripping the sheets in desperation.
He hums before letting himself go, his cock standing further at attention. “On your back baby.” He kneels one knee onto the bed, a hand moving to your knee as you lay back, your head hitting the bed and not a pillow and knees falling to bed as Jace climbs further on the bed, settling himself between your legs. You gasp when he grips your hips, sliding you down to rest directly in the middle, your ass now on his lap. The way he easily pulled you was so fucking hot. Your breath hitches as he roams his hands up your knees, thighs, torso, to cup your breasts. They weren't anything to marvel at, smaller than you'd really would've liked, but Jace seems to like them.
You release a shaky sigh when he leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling the nub gently with his teeth and lips, before doing the same to the other.
You sigh in pleasure. “You…you like to take your time, I see.”
Jace releases your other nipple with a wet pop, smirking. “Markings of a good lover.”
“Good!” You laugh, thumping your head against the bed when his thumb rubs at your clit. “More like fucking great…”
He kisses down your torso, the stimulation from his thumb making your back arch until you grip his wrist to stop him. “I…I wanna come on your cock, come on…”
He slides his hands back to your knees, pushing them wider before feeling his tip gliding over your folds, wetting his dick. “Your wish is my command, baby. Arms up.”
You left your arms above your head, hand opening and closing on nothing as you anticipate the moment he lines himself up. “Keep them up. Can you do that for me, love?”
You nod, eyes looking down at him as he holds his cock at your entrance and your jaw falls slack when he pushes the tip in, then slowly another inch. You throw your head back, panting as he slides further inside, stretching your walls, your high pitched keens filling the room. And when his hands move to hold the back of your knees, opening up your pelvis more, you grip the sheets, until he was sliding home, now balls deep and fuck, his cock was filling you up good.
Blood is rushing in your ears, legs trembling, and breathing irregularly - you couldn't catch your breath. As if his dick was so deep that it was in your throat.
You feel thumbs massaging your hips and lips against your ear. “Breath baby…Relax. I won't move until you're ready.” The lips shift to your neck and hands slide into yours, keeping them above your head.
You listen to his guidance, trying to calm your breathing, despite your heart beating , waiting for your body to adjust to his size, a size you've never had to adjust to before. Thankfully, after a few minutes, you roll your hips, feeling and heading the squelch. Fuck, you were so incredibly wet, a telltale sign of how immensely turned on you are.
You roll your hips again, biting your lip and closing your eyes at the miniscule slide.
Jace elicits a soft groan. “I take it, you're ready?”
You nod. “Y-yes…Please, fuck me. Fuck me good.’
“Planning on it.”
Jace pulls back, his hands returning to the back of your knees, until only his tip remains before pushing in, again to the hilt, a bit harder than you expected. You shifted up a bit, but you didn't care - it felt great.
From there it was gradual, the intensity of his thrust, getting harder but precise everytime, making you see stars, moans, keens, whimpers, and the occasional hum filled the room, mixed with Jace's groans, grunts, and words of praise.
“You're so perfect…So tight for me, baby. How long since that sorry excuse of a dick's fucked you?”
Jace moved to loom over you, his knees widened to brush the back of your thighs, his hands in yours again, locking them on either side of your head. You blink up at him, his thrusting cock hitting the perfect spot, balls slapping against your ass wetly, where the slick had spread to your ass cheeks.
“F-four…”
“Months?’
You nod.
Along with your voices, was the rhythmic slapping of wet skin, of the bed frame hitting the wall, and sloppy kisses against your neck.
“Oh, oh…f-fuuuck….Jace, h-harder…”
He adds more force to his drilling, earning louder moans and brighter stars to your vision.
“Fuck…” Jace leans on his elbows close to your head, eating up your labored breaths and whines as he messily kisses your lips. “If it were up to me, I'd never let you leave my bed. How could I, hm? With a pussy so fucking good as yours. You'd take my cock every night…”
And fuck did that sound hot and tempting.
“You'd…keep me satisfied?”
He nods as he nuzzles against your cheek. “You'd never long for another again. Much less your stupid ex. How could he treat you like that? With a body so hot, so beautiful? He never deserved you.”
He accentuates his last statement with a particular hard thrusts while his thumb drifts towards your clit, massaging the nub in small circles.
“I would!’ You gasp, feeling the familiar heat building, fast.
“Hm?’ You would what, baby?”
You grip his wrists, opening your eyes. “I would want your cock every night. I'd let you fuck me anytime, anywhere…Fuck…I-I suck, bounce on it, whenever you want…”
“Oh?” He bites your earlobe, earning a higher pitched gasp and moans - you're so close.
You nod. “I…I don't wanna leave…”
“Shhh…’ He kisses your temple, his thrusts hard and slowly becoming erratic. “Hah…You don't have to leave…”
“I…” You throw your back, back arching off the bed, as your orgasm shakes and ripples through you, you locks your legs around his waist, to keep him inside while he stills, thrusting shallow as he groans in your neck, Jace reaching his own orgasm, too.
You feel his cock spurt shot and shot of come inside, while he continues with small thrusts, marking your insides with his come.
You're both breathless, sweating and hot, as you slowly come down your high.
Jace breathes heavily into your neck, as both your chests are rising and falling, as you catch your breaths. You're blissed out, eyes closed as your breaths slow, absolutely loving that he was still inside of you, nestled so deep.
A strong realization hits you. There wasn't the haze of sex clouding your mind so you truly didn't want to leave.
Ever.
Was something wrong with you? Bedding a stranger on the very first night? You weren't the type for a one night stand…
It wasn't just because he was amazing in bed, it was so much more than that - he saved you.
Jace lifts his head to face you, a look of alarm taking over his relaxed features. “Hey, hey…What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
You wipe them, and cover your face, softly laughing. “S-Sorry…I was just…” You sniffle, dropping your hands to your sides with a sigh. “I got…emotional.”
Jace frowns, shifting on his elbows to cup your cheeks, thumb caressing your temples. “Tell me…”
You tear up more, he wipes them away. “You saved me…In more ways than one, y'know? I wanted it all to end, my life didn't have purpose, I was so lost. How…how is it that you…How are you so…” You swallow and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Good? You…showed me care when I lost all my hope…”
To your shock, Jace's eyes water, he drops his head to your chest, slowly pulling out, making your breathing stutter, slick and his seed seep out from your core. He releases a shaky breath as he kisses your sternum before falling to his side, you mirror him.
“I had this…feeling. That if I didn't help, you'd be lost within hours. You were…so cold. I thought you were already dead. So…” He shifts closer, linking your hands together. “So when your color started to come back and I saw how beautiful you looked, I vowed to do anything to keep you safe, protected, happy. Maybe it wasn't rational - I had no idea who you were, but…I needed to. It was only for one night, or however many days it would take you to return back to health.” He laughs under his breath, shaking his head and eyes practically sparkling, like one of the stars in the night sky. “It wasn't my intention to form any type of romantic bond with you, but…”
“We formed an emotional one…” You whisper.
Jace nods. “I have strong protective instincts, and you needed me even if you didn't realize. And I wanted to make sure you could trust me. You can trust me. Your happiness was my top priority.”
You blink, your own eyes watering again. “Was…?”
He smiles sadly. “I can't assume that I'll see you again, you have a life of your own.”
“A life I…I don't want. Especially if you're not in it. Jace…” You lean forward, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, this one a bit more timid. “It wasn't just my horny mind talking - I really don't want to leave. Ever.”
His breath caught, his eyes widening. “E-Ever?”
You nod, grinning, eyes hopeful. “Maybe I'm crazy, but you've…I never want to spend another day without you. Do you…want me too?”
Jace smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist hoisting you up on top of him as he rolls side to side, you feel his smiling lips on your chest as you giggle. “Fuck yes!” He keeps you on top letting you straddle him before he kisses your lips senseless. “And it's not crazy.’ He says after leaving you breathless from the kiss. “Soulmates exist. I am sure of it.”
He smiled so sweetly, his hand caressing your arms, back and rear in a loving way, nothing sexual about it and it made you feel so loved. “You think I'm your soulmate?”
“I know so.”
He cupped his face, admiring his handsome features, now in a new light. “I will love you, Jace. I will be the best soulmate you could ever ask for…”
His hands grip your hips. “And I'll never, never, let you down. I'll cherish you, love you, for however much time you'd want me.”
“And if I want you forever?”
“Then I'll die a very happy man.”
You giggle and kiss his lips again, before sitting back on his lower abdomen, looking at the wall. “I have so many things to take care of-”
He squeezes your hips. “I'll help in any way I can. You're not alone. Not anymore.”
Not anymore.
You nod - changing your life won't be an overnight thing. And you won't do it alone, he's right.
You place your hands on his strong chest, preening under his intense gaze, his eyes growing heated as he glances at your hanging breasts. You slightly wiggle them, feeling a thrill as his hands dig into your skin, hoping you'll bruise.
The night was slowly becoming dawn but Jace didn't seem to look tired. You had no idea what he does during the day but you figured he'd let you know if he needed sleep…
“I wanna fuck in so many more positions…” You whisper, your wet core sliding easily down his body to settle over his soft cock that'll surely get hard as you grind against him.
“Fuck, Y/n. You're a little minx, aren't you? We'll have the rest of our lives to try them all, baby, don't worry..”
You hum. “Then I'll do good on my promise.”
“Promise?”
You nod, smiling as his eyes flutter his half hard-on sliding against your folds. “I said I'd ride you, remember.”
“O-Oh…I-I remember. I do.” His breath stutters the moment his tip catches against your hole, not quite sliding home yet. “And I wouldn't be such a gentleman to leave you unsatisfied, hm?”
“Mhm…’ You smirk. “Next, you can fuck me against those impressive windows…”
He groans, thumping his head back with a laugh. “You'll kill me.”
“You'll love it.”
He smiles at you, incredibly fond, adoring. If you thought it was possible, maybe he was looking at you with love.