Fake Love (Jerrie Fanfiction)

Chapter 29

Double update again!😎 Don't thank me yet, finish this chapter first and then you can thank me.😈

Warning: smut

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Jade's POV

We arrived at my apartment, I guided Perrie into my bedroom since she was swaying a little. I pulled the covers and as I was about to help her hop in, she spoke.

"I gotta pee." she mumbled.

"Need my help?" I asked, still holding her.

"No, I can managed." she said, and I let her go.

I pulled out the chair of my study desk and sat as I waited for her. When the bathroom door opened, I looked up at her, the expression on her face shifted into something I wished I couldn't make out. Her eyes were tender, but her lips were parted, and something like need rose and sucked all the air from the room.

"Perrie..." I drew in a ragged breath and suddenly I was frozen. I can't fucking move!

She began to approach slowly and I sank farther back into the chair as she came closer. Her movements were slow, hypnotizing, and I can't stop myself from watching those legs. My gaze flickered up to meet her face, a color I didn't understand has darkened her eyes. And there was no looking away as she crossed the room, my head continued to tilt back, locked on her. She stopped just a breath away from me, my hands dropped dangling at my side. Everything became heavy, and I had to force the air in and out of my lungs.

"Perrie... I..." What was I supposed to say?

Erasing the last of the space between us, Perrie allowed the front of her legs to touch my knees, and she groaned at the contact. She wavered before she reached out to run the back of her hand down my face, testing me. Tempting me. I stopped breathing altogether when she slowly straddled my lap. Fuck! This was bad, really fucking bad. I knew I should push her away, make her stop because what she was doing was only bringing me closer to the edge. She held on to the chair behind me, her warm body pressed against mine. There was no chance she wasn't feeling how much I wanted her.

"What are you doing, Perrie?" I breathe out.

My hands went to her hips with the intention of removing her off my lap, instead my fingers dug into the soft skin. A shudder run down my spine when she trembled above me. Wetting my lips, I tried to move her back but only managed to brush up against her. She searched my face, her eyes burning a path as she left me utterly exposed. And I could smell her, the alcohol, but the memory of the way she tasted when we kissed overwhelmed my senses.

"Did you want to kiss me earlier?" she swallowed. Her hands went to cup my face and she held me there, forcing me to look up at her.

A frustrated sound worked its way up my throat and I shifted again, which only brought her closer. Right then I knew there's not a fucking thing I could do because nothing else mattered in the world except for the way she felt pressed up tight against me. My fingers dug into her hips and we were nose-to-nose, Perrie's hands firm on my face. I realized we were moving, our bodies slowly rocking.

"I've wanted to kiss you every single second I'm with you." I groaned, my voice cracking.

Suddenly, she crushed her chest to mine and dipped her head to the side. Her mouth came urgent against my neck, and she kissed at a sensitive spot under my ear that nearly made me jump out of my skin because it felt so fucking good. And then she was sucking and moving and touching and... fuck.

"Do you want me, Jade?" she murmured, making her way up my neck. She kissed along my jaw then lifted her soft lips to mine.

"Perrie..." I growled. Pleasure rocked through my body when she ground herself against me.