Their Broken Pieces by Jessica Gomez

Chapter Thirty-Five

Alex

 

 

Last night, as Jasmine lay in my arms, our reality hit me like a ton of bricks, cutting off my air supply and engulfing me in an internal panic attack. It’s going to be hell letting her go. The thought alone has my arms tightening, securing her close, guaranteeing for at least this moment, she’s still mine. I cannot comprehend how I’m going to do it. A clean break would be best, but somehow, I think that’s impossible at this point.

The next morning, she sleeps in, allowing me to watch her. The way she breathes softly on my chest, the exhale warming and tickling my skin, causes me to wish for a future that’s no longer mine. Her beautiful features are tranquil and without worry as they rise and fall on my slow breaths.

While I’m sorting through my emotional turmoil, Jasmine stirs, snuggling tightly against my side, draping a leg over my hip, and pulling me closer to her warmth. Instantly, my body reacts to the new proximity. I’m already sporting madera de la mañana being next to her, and now that Jasmine is practically on top of me, her leg rubbing in all the right places, I want her more than ever. Just thinking about her actions yesterday, the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her touch as she wrapped her hands around my cock, is almost my undoing. If I were smart, I’d take a cold shower and finish myself off with those images.

I groan as I move out from under her. Today, I’m going to be a smart man, even if it kills me.

Jasmine’s whimpering protests are almost enough to make me stay where I am and finish what my fantasy started, but I tiptoe to the bathroom, my boxers pitching a tent, pointing the way.

I turn the water on, not bothering to check the temperature before stepping under the spray. Even though the water’s practically freezing, it takes a few minutes for my problem to go away. Every time my thoughts drift back to the girl lying in my bed only a handful of feet away, my body reacts without permission. I’ve never had this problem before. Sure, I get morning wood, but Jasmine has me in a constant state of arousal. It’s uncontrollable. I’ve been with other girls, a lot of them, but none elicit emotional connections, and trying to control myself around her is proving problematic.

By the time I step out of the shower, the chilly water’s tinted my lips blue. Noise from the room informs me that Jasmine’s awake, probably slipping into another fine-ass set of lacy underwear.

Groaning, I wipe the image of her sliding silky panties up her smooth legs, thinking like that brought me in here the first time. I pull a fresh pair of boxer briefs and shorts into place before opening the door, only to find Jasmine standing directly on the opposite side. She has a towel tossed carelessly over her shoulder; her clothes and hair are a mess, like she’s just climbed out of bed… my bed. So much for trying to solve my little problem with cold water. One look at her disheveled appearance and my morning friend returns.

“Alex? Are you all right? Your lips are blue and you’re shaking,” she asks, concerned.

She reaches out and when her hand touches my arm, raising goosebumps in its wake, I snap to attention. “I’m fine,” I say, but my voice is robotic, answering in a daze.

“Alex, you’re not fine. You’re freezing. Why are you so cold?” She steps into me, wrapping her arms around me to share some of her warmth. When her midsection touches mine, her eyes go wide, looking down. “Oh.” A playful smile crosses her lips. I think it’s finally registering to her why I’m so cold after taking a shower.

“Sorry,” I say, sounding like a pendejo.

Her shoulders straighten as her eyes flash with mischief and desire. “You want me to help you with your, um… problem?”

Good God, how am I supposed to deal with this? We’ve already gone too far for our inevitable separation. I can’t keep taking advantage of our situation. Maybe asking her to stay in my room wasn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. “Jaz, we’ve already talked about this.”

I run my hand through my hair, frustrated, letting out a long sigh. There’s no hope of resolving my issue anytime soon. When I meet her eyes again, the same devilish grin is on her face. What is she thinking? If her thoughts are running the same path as mine, I pray the words never leave her mouth. If she voices her thoughts, I’ll fold. There’s only so much one man can resist and she’s sex on bare feet right now.

“We don’t have to have sex…” She leaves the sentence hanging as her towel drops to the floor and she steps into me.

“Jasmine, I…”

Any protest dies on my tongue as she pushes me against the wall and slips her hand into my shorts, wrapping around my aching cock and caressing my silken skin to perfection. My breath catches in my throat as I choke on nothing but air. She likes my reaction; it’s written across her triumphant face.

My head slams back against the wall, trying to reengage my breathing. “Oh, God,” I murmur, staring at the ceiling, “Don’t stop.”

Jasmine’s slowly stroking me, as if we’ve done this a thousand times before. She only has to make a few passes and I’m ready.

She giggles and whispers against my lips, “You can call me Jasmine, Alex,” then leans in, pressing her lips, breasts, and hips against mine, trapping her hand between us, and creating the perfect amount of pressure.

That’s it for me. Holding back is no longer an option. I jerk and shudder against her as she pins me hard with her body against the wall, her tongue gliding and tangling with mine. If she hadn’t pushed up against me so firmly, I would have buckled to the floor.

“Jasmine,” I moan between our lips, and it tastes as sweet as caramel on my tongue. Recovering takes a couple of seconds while regaining my bearings. I’ve never been as satisfied by anyone as I am at this moment. I’m dizzy with ecstasy.

“Feel better?” She smiles innocently, as if having her hand down my pants happens every day. “I’m gonna take a shower. You want to go eat and then find something to do for the rest of the day?”

I’m still grasping my surroundings, coming back from my cloud of elation. There’s only one way I want to pass the time with her, and that’s repeating this action and much, much more.

“Yeah.” And that’s the extent of my vocabulary.

“Okay. I’ll be out in a few minutes,” she says as she leans up on her tiptoes and softly kisses me again.

She giggles as she picks up her towel and steps around me, tossing the bathroom door, but leaving it unlatched. The water turns on and I can hear her clothes hitting the floor, the shower curtain pulling aside, and then water hitting what I know is her silky vanilla skin. I close my eyes and imagine the water running down her back, off her perfectly round, perky ass and breasts. If I keep this up, I’ll be pitching another tent in no time, so I shake my head, trying to rid the thoughts of her banging body from my mind.

Then again, she helped me out once. Maybe…

A smug smirk tips my lips as I push off the wall to clean up and finish dressing, trying to regain my composure before she reemerges in lord only knows what.

Please be fully dressed, I beg silently. How am I going to last three more nights with her in my bed without taking her? I pray I can because if I take her virginity and then leave, I’ll never forgive myself.