Here's chapter 12... Just a little warning this chapter will contain sexual content and if that's not your thing please don't complain you have a right to choose not to read it!

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Chapter 12

Jeremy drives us out the east and heads down south and for a moment I wonder if he's taking us back to his hotel but when he blatantly miss the road to that part of town and takes the road to the freeway, my curiosity piques.

Where are we going?

Don't look to me like I have any answers! My inner voice shrugs.

I immediately berate myself for having a conversation with myself. I'm not crazy.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

He gazes at me from the corner of his eyes, his whole face beaming with a knowing smirk.

"Just a place." He answers.

I frown at that, it'd been twenty minutes since we left and we were now heading towards the outskirts of town.

My frown is stripped off my face when Jeremy blatantly places his hand on my knee while the other stays on the steering wheel.

"What?" He asks, innocently as if unaware of how effective his hands were on my knees.

His fingers on my knee travels slowly, steering toward my thigh, tracing delicately through the fabric of his sweat pants. Even the layers of fabric do not elude the heat I feel radiating from his touch.

Immediately I cross my legs as the ache from before stirs suddenly. In the process of crossing my legs I effectively trap his hand between my thigh and the friction of his hand makes the fabric rub against my heated flesh.

My breathing hitches and begins its frantic pant, all the while Jeremy stares at the road with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"If only you were wearing a skirt or a dress." He cast me a heated look.

I gulp. "It wouldn't make a difference." I dare tell him.

The heat in his eyes intensifies as he gazes at me and I'm most affected by the look.

"Eyes on the road, Jeremy." I smirk. The tables have turned.

I watch as he swallows making his Adam's apple do a flip and then he swiftly casts his eyes back on the road whilst cussing.

"You're exasperating." He smiles as he shakes his head. "Simply maddening."

I smile secretly at my audacity.

"Do you have any idea the effect you're infusing on me now?" He looks at me quickly before returning his eyes on the road.

I shake my head.

He surprises me by taking my hand and placing it on his lap, moving it towards his ever-growing bulge.

I gulp again for the second time, unsure of what to do when my hand stays there.

"That's the affect." Jeremy says as he gazes heatedly at me.

"Fück!" He hisses when I move my hand over his bulge.

I don't know what makes me do it and I don't know where the courage I'm having now is coming from but by the strained effort to compose his face as I move my hands on him, simply initiates my next move.

I begin rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. His breath hitches at the contact and this only makes me increase in effort. I'm aware of my own breathing rate increasing.

The ache inside me churns. The desire I feel clouds my thoughts, all I can think about is having him inside me. This only makes my panties liquidate even more.

"Stop. God, do you want us to have an accident?" He hisses and then takes hold of my hand and pushes it back to my own lap.

I pout at him but inside I'm turned on like there's no tomorrow.

He gazes dangerously at me but there's also deep lust in his eyes. The pull between us is so thick and heavy that I feel that the whole closed space of his car is heating up by it.

I'm simply consumed by him, that when he retracts his gaze back at the windshield, my breathing is heavy. I cross my legs ever so tightly in an effort of squeeze out this ache.

However it's within minutes that the car stops on some remote land where only one house resides.

Jeremy unbuckles my seat belt and pulls me to his lap so quickly that I find myself sitting astride on his lap with both of my hands resting on his chest in seconds.

In this position we are face to face and he doesn't take a moment of recollection before he advances his lips on my mine. I let out a small gasp of pleasure and he takes this as an advantage to implant his tongue in my mouth.

My hands move along his chest tracing up to his neck. I draw my arms around his neck to pull him closer and his hands roam my back. The increasing arousal in his jeans rubs against the material of his sweat pants I'm wearing.

I moan when his hands move under the hem of his t-shirt and contact with my bare skin. I remember that I'm not wearing any bra so his hands move freely on my back without any restrictions.

"God, I want you so much. Right now. In my car." He groans when his head buries on my neck as he plants kisses there.

"What's stopping you?" I'm already breathing as if I'm having an asthma attack.

He growls, the sounds reverberating against the skin of my neck which in turn sends tingles firing up my nerve endings.

"Maybe not today. Come, let's go." He orders as he opens the driver's door and swiftly untangles himself from me as he gets out.

He holds out his hands for me to take while his eyes studies me.

"You're only in socks?" His gaze lingers on my feet.

What?

I have completely forgotten that Matthew had dragged me out of Greta's apartment without any shoes.

I bite my lip as I stare up at Jeremy's disapproving face. Then his eyes move to my lips and his gaze liquefies with heat.

He clenches his jaw and then suddenly lifts me up into his arms bridal style. I shriek from the surprise. I clasp my arms around his neck to keep from falling but in doing so I move my face closer to his neck.

He pulls me out of his car and I face what seems to me to be the biggest mansion I've ever laid eyes on.

In the dark, the exterior itself is stunning,with greyish blue paint. The colour that reflected his eyes. It made sense that he'd paint his mansion this colour.

I have no time to really assess the whole building when Jeremy hurriedly leads us to the porch. I gaze up two pillars architecturally crafted to give the walk-in a more medieval look to it. They guard the dark brown mahogany door.

Once we inside the house, the grand two sets of stairway which curve together to meet in the middle catches my attention before Jeremy set me down.

"Wow." I gape, transfixed at the crystal chandelier shinning with diamond lights. Just below it, right under the curve of the stairs, there's coffee table holding two extremely delicate vases which have wild flowers on it. Beyond the entrance there's another entryway made of double glass doors leading to whatever is beyond that room.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Jeremy says as he gazes down at me with a look of wariness.

"It's... wonderful." I'm simply awestruck at the luxury in front of me.

"Is this your place?" I ask as I shift my gaze up to him.

He smirks at me while he nods. Both my eyebrows arch.

How rich is he?

"But it gets lonely here, so I tend to stay in town more often." He continues.

"Then who looks after it?"

"Mr and Mrs Brown." He shrugs.

"The hired help?"

He nods.

I frown.

"What?"

"So they're here?" My curiosity piques.

He laughs indulgently. "No, I gave them a day off, they're not exactly inside the house." He explains.

"Oh."

What a change of topic. I think. Then I realize something.

"So you must've have known that I will come with you?" I gasp.

He smirks, "I hoped."

I stare at him for a moment, my mind wondering so sorely what I possessed to make him want to take me here of all places. He wants me to be in his house, this mansion instead of a simple hotel?

My thoughts disappear when he cups my chin. "What are you thinking?"

I shake my head.

"Tell me." He strokes my lips with his thumb.

He smiles at that and my hands begin to move to his neck, bringing him closer to me.

He takes that as a cue to kiss me and kiss me he does. We both groan when our tongues meet as the kiss deepens. The flame from before ignites my blood once again and this time it comes wrecking my senses with a full on force.

Then he stops the kiss, suddenly. "Not here." He explains, as he pulls me to one of the stairway that leads us to the second floor.

I don't have time to take in my surroundings because Jeremy has pulled me to one of the rooms. When I take notice of how huge it is I immediately assume it's his master bedroom, with the poster bed dominating the whole room.

Before I can take notice of everything else Jeremy grabs my face and draws me into another passionate kiss. His hands move to my tied hair and he frees my ponytail.

"I want feel you." He growls in my neck, his hands roaming in my hair so fiercely.

I moan an agreement and he begins to slowly but torturously slide his t-shirt of me. Then he stops. I open my closed eyes to gauge his reaction.

"Is this mine?" He frowns at the t-shirt and then returns a dazed look toward me.

I nod.

He smirks mischievously. "Why, Miss Levy, I didn't take you to be sentimental."

I smirk and shrug.

"Why did you torture me by leaving, if you still wanted me?" He suddenly ask, changing course of action.

I bite my lip.

He sighs. "I'm sorry." He pulls at my chin so that I free my button lip.

"Christ, your lips!"

I bravely step towards him and taking his face I kiss him.

"You should stop doing that...taking the initiative." He growls as he grips my lower lip between his teeth. This makes me shiver in a good way, the sensation travels downwards to that flesh between my thighs.

His kiss gets fiercer when leans down and grabs me by my waist, lifting me up he before pushing me onto the bed. I fall on my back.

His mouth leaves a trail of heat from the nape of neck to the skin under my breast. His hands work magic, by kneading the swells of my breast, his fingers pinch at my nipples making them quiver and harden even more than they were before.

Then his mouth lowers on my abdomen threading on the line where his sweatpants are.

"I want this off." He murmurs as he slowly peels the sweatpants down my thighs, my knees, my legs and eventually off my feet taking off the dirty socks along the way.

Once they're full off, Jeremy parts my thighs and stands between them. His eyes are liquid grey-blue as they roam all over my body only to linger on my chest.

I don't even have the decency to feel ashamed; my brain is too fired up by hormones to care about how my body looks in his eyes.

My breath hitches when he starts stroking the skin of my thighs. His hands move in circles, journeying inwards.

"You look so sensual like this. Sprawled all over my bed, exposed and vulnerable." He whispers as he kneels down between my legs.

His words increase the ache building inside me.

He kisses the inward of my thigh and his tongue trails north. I lean on my elbows to see what is doing and in seeing him between my thighs, feeling his tongue on my skin, increases the desire that is spiralling all over my body.

He growls when his mouth meets me in between the apex of my thighs and the only barrier that's keeping him from ravaging me is my panties.

He grabs the line of them and roughly peels them down and off me. Suddenly, his breathe hisses when he sees me naked.

He doesn't take long to study me when he stands up and leans over to kiss me. All the while his hands work magic as they meet me there.

I gasp.

"I've missed this."

"I've missed us like this." He murmurs when he kisses my jaw, my neck and moving down to the line between my breast. Then his tongue meets one of my nîpples.

"Oh god." I moan.

His fingers start to delicately stroke me down there and the sensations piques by the pressure of his mouth on my nipple.

I let out an incoherent scream.

His teeth graze on my nipple whilst he inserts one of his fingers inside me, stroking me.

"You're soaking wet, Leyla!"

I moan. The ache inside me increases and that familiar tightness of my body begins. A sign that my release was close.

I think Jeremy realizes this too because he begins to increase the pressure on his fingers whilst his mouth sucks and nip at my breast.

"Jerem--oh." I whimper incoherently when the building increases.

"Come, Leyla. For me." He murmurs and at his words I climax.

I shut my eyes tightly as I let the sensation override my body... taking me off reality for a moment.

"Beautiful." I hear Jeremy say as kisses my lips and then with one swift movement he falls on the bed and shifts me with me so that I end up straddling him.

I feel the not-so-subtle bulge of his erection pressing against my thigh.

"Take off my shirt." He orders as he places both of his hands on my thigh. His fingers are thrumming on my skin as if he's itching to touch me but is resisting.

The thought of him inside me makes my hands move in their accord on his chest. They begin fumbling the buttons of his shirt. My eyes are trained on my hands in concentration and I can feel his smirk on me.

I look up and his eyes are twinkling with mirth.

"What's so funny?" I dare ask.

"You." He simply answers.

I finish the last button of his shirt and he suddenly moves up into a sitting position. His blue grey eyes heating up when his faces draws closer to me until our noses touch.

I'm trapped in that pool of his eyes which gaze at me with wonder. I then feel him shift as he lets his shirt drop on the bed.

The shift also makes his erection press against me there and my mouth goes slack.

"Now my trousers." He bites his lips, his eyebrows quirking up but it is his intense eyes that hold me.

I move off his lap and off the bed as I beginning to unbutton his trousers. He shifts on the bed until he is on the edge and I kneel on the floor.

"Jesus!" He curses when I peel off his trouser along with his boxers, making his erection bounce freely.

My eyes bulge at his length as if seeing for the first time.

How was it possible that thing has been inside me before?

"Touch me." He orders.

I look up at him with hesitation. I've never touched a man before. Ever!

His eyes are molten blue gray when he stares longingly down at me.

"Like this." He says as he takes one of my hands and moves it along his shaft. He begins moving that hand up and down.

I'm aware of his change of breathing as he lets go of my hand, leaving it to its own.

He hisses when I press my thumb on his head... feeling the moist of beed there.

He closes his eyes when I increase my speed, his breath coming out in rough pants.

I stare at it with wonder until an odd thought tempted me to use my mouth. I lick his head first before accommodating his length inside my mouth.

"Shįt!" He hisses. He feels soft and tender but also hard.

He lets out a string of curses when I swirl my tongue around his head once more.

It's upon knowing that I'm making him tear up at the seam that encourages me to continue. He fills me all the way to the back of my throat.

He jerks inside my mouth as I move my mouth up and down on him. It doesn't take long to feel him tense up.

"Leyla, I'm about to come!"

Great! I think as I continue. It meant that I was doing it right.

"Stop! If you don't me to do it in your mouth!" He hisses.

I'm not thinking about what he said when I continue to torture him.

"Fuck!" He jerks up for one final time until he pours himself inside my mouth.

I swallowed and cough immediately, cringing and frowning.

When I see at his reaction I decide against it.

"Please, tell me that was your first time!" He growls when he pulls me towards him and in a few seconds I'm lying on my back against the bed.

I nod at him.

The look he gives me somehow manages to make me blush. It's a look of pure adoration in a mixture with awe.

"You're a brave girl, Leyla." He smirks as he hands trails on my waist to my thigh.

Thoughts shred into pieces as the desire once again pools in my body.

"I want to be inside you, my brave little girl."

"I'm not little," I complain but my tone is full with wanting.

"To me you are." He says as he kisses me on my neck.

"But I'm not; I'm only like what five years younger than you?"

"Eight."

Oh.

I cup his face when he looks warily down at me.

"You don't mind?" He asks as he moves himself between my legs. I feel his erection digging at my inner thigh.

"Why should I?" At this point my brain was in a primary response, only a small portion of it is reasonable whilst the rest of is working on sending messages to secrete more these hormones that are raging inside me.

He smiles warily at my response and the smile lightens up his features. Then he dips his head between breasts.

The gesture is quite intimate because he just breathes without as much doing anything else.

"Jeremy. I can't keep up with this. I want to feel you too. Please." I beg.

He laughs.

"Since you begged so nicely." He looks, his whole face filled with mirth.

He moves across me and opens one of his shelf drawers.

When he returns he tears up the foil packet which contains a condom. Immediately he pulls it on his length and then returns to the position between my legs.

"You're the rarest human being I've ever met Leyla." He tells me as he leans his elbows on other side of my faces.

"Draw your knees up." He orders.

I do as I'm told and before I know it Jeremy sinks into me.

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Don't take my lack of experience with writing sex scenes as an offence, I only have books as source of information. So please bear with with me, cos I don't know how to properly write them.