Chapter 149 - Knock Yourself Out

My pants hung low on my hips, but to take them off entirely required me to move away from JJ's lap first. I wasn't sure yet if I needed them off more than I needed to stay as close to him as was physically possible. To my frustration, at this moment these two actions contradicted each other,.

As I paused on that junction, my eyes again caught the sight of JJ's chest, and paused there in pure appreciation. The visual of his muscles shifting under his skin, the soft glint of his fine hairs there in the light of the overhead lamp, the roughness and roguishness of scars, were enough to make any girl salivate.

I ran my fingers over them, evicting a hum of appreciation out of JJ's throat. His hands had warmed up from contact with my skin, but his chest was still shockingly, but pleasantly cool compared to my overheated body. I leaned into it, wanting to feel that coolness on my nipples too—and just to rub them on something while I was at it.

The action momentarily distracted me from what JJ was doing with his hands, but I couldn't miss it when he touched me through my panties. I gasped and couldn't even moan because I had no breath left in my lungs. The assault of sensation that came from these small rubs between my thighs caused my body to freeze in place. Even though that layer of cloth, it was indescribable. Overwhelming.

Nothing I read in my novels, nothing I've felt as I experimented with masturbation, could've prepared me for this.

Then my eyes snapped to JJ's. There was a certain knowing, satisfied look in them, something that didn't let me look away even as he continued his movements. He pinned me with his gaze, pierced like a butterfly ready to be put under glass.

It shattered in the next instant. The tension that was building in me exploded, brighter, hotter, stronger than the actual one I had the misfortune to live through. I let out a long, deep cry as the feeling ran through me. It blackened out my mind and made my ears feel like they were stuffed with cotton—just like a real explosion, too.

I went limp and boneless in JJ's arms. My head fell on his shoulder even as the small shockwaves of this incredible orgasm kept surging through me. I couldn't muster even a proper convulsion at the moment, though. My limbs felt like they were made of lead, and so were my eyelids.

"J…" I uttered. Then, with some effort, added, "J…"

JJ chuckled over my ear and held me to him in an embrace. "The limitations of human bodies… This was just a prelude to the opening act of what I wanted to show you, Diana. But you will have to be more rested for that."

I hummed something in agreement, but my head wasn't in it. The scent of JJ's cologne, floral and spicy, filled my lungs and my world which was rapidly turning dark. That prompted another chuckle out of him.

I had blurry impressions of him helping me out of my shoes and pants, putting me in bed and pulling a thin summer blanket on top. The last thing I remembered before succumbing to sleep was a soft touch of JJ's lips on my forehead.

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A high note of a melody I put on my alarm pulled me from my sleep. Like a Pavlov's dog, I always woke up from these few notes even when other, louder noises couldn't shake my dreams. Even when I was already awake.

In panicked, reflective motions, I searched around for my phone to find it left charging on a nightstand, and pressed a button to turn alarm off, making a passing notice of the time—ten forty-five. Only then could I calm down and think a little, see a note I didn't put there laid next to the phone, which I also didn't put there, and remember where I was and what brought me there.

Oh, I had something to remember, alright. Enough to make my heart beat faster. On some level, I could barely believe it. After all that time, I finally had courage—and fear—to make that important step of letting go of my well-protected until then virginity.

Only to knock myself out before we went further than some heavy petting. The adventurous heroines of the smutty romance trash would've all laughed at me from the pages of their books if they knew. I snorted. Let them. I didn't care.

A stupid grin spread over my face. I let out a dreamy sigh, already anticipating and longing for more of what I and JJ just had. All of it, from the heat and passion and pleasure to the gentleness and pure emotion.

Then, I remembered I wasn't living in a vacuum. I was living in a city, and this city was on fire. If it was unlucky, the fire could be literal. I had a meeting scheduled for eleven thirty, and even with the nap I had just now, I still didn't get enough sleep.

I felt energised, though, enough to throw my covers to the side and begin to get dressed without five minutes of convincing myself that I HAD to get out of the bed. My clothes, instead of lying where I threw them, were all laid neatly on a back of a chair where I could easily see them.

Afterwards, I read the note JJ left for me. I recognised his neat handwriting instantly, not that there was anyone else who could've left it.

[If you read this, ma chèrie, then I was caught up in something unplanned in the city. My plans were to grab a quick bite, as our activities made me hungry, and use the computer in your office to see messages from other vampires about the current state of things in the city. I imagine, depending on these messages, I could've been forced to move somewhere else than back to you. It was my intent to be there again when your Elder decides to send you off for another mission outside of your protected headquarters. If I'm still not, then please call me.

—Jean-Jacques]