Broken Pieces

Author: Sidnea Blackstone

Disclaimer: I don't own them I just like to play.

AN: This is a mature work of fiction.

Jason shifted into the shadows of the street and watched as Nicky lazily made her way through the crowd outside the cafe; she'd stayed later at the library than was her usual and had stopped for a coffee. Soon they were headed back up the hill to the quiet residential section of the village. She knew he was there, Jason was sure of it, but she pretended…playing the game.

It was a game they played many times; one he'd forgotten. A game he realized he had missed as he stalked her across two oceans, three countries and four towns to this idyllic Irish village. She looked so sweet and wholesome as she smiled at a mother and child, that he felt his body throb with need. That is what he needed from her; her light. Just as she needed his darkness. They were two pieces of the same broken being; fitting together.

Shifting all the jagged, broken pieces together until the deepest and sometimes darkest parts of them were concealed, projecting pretty pictures. Underneath all the pretty pieces he was dark, feral and lost. She was lost, too, but not to the same extent as he, himself was. She was lost and wild under her constrained appearance, which is what drew him to her. They both had wants and needs, carnal in there intensity that only the other could satisfy.

As she moved past the outer edge of the village and into the dark countryside that housed her tiny cottage he moved closer still but remained hidden in the shadows. She would be able to hear him breath if she stopped to listen, but she wouldn't at least not yet. He knew she would assume it was him following her, would believe he had found her after five months, but she wouldn't be positive after all when he'd put her on that bus in Tangiers he had no memory of her…Of the feral games they played.

He would wait until the dark closed in around her making her question herself and then he would make his move, but not yet. No, he like this part of the game too much. He wondered darkly how the hell he'd been able to accept the tameness of life with Marie. He hadn't been able to find release for this part of him with her and he'd felt like a bastard for fucking her so sedately and wanting more.

With a barely perceptible hesitation she quickened her pace and he smiled as she succumbed to her survival instincts. Running full out as she neared the little cottage, but he didn't pursue her. Instead he skirted around her path and let himself in through a downstairs window.

Stealthily he moved through the darkened kitchen and down the hall to the alcove beside the front door. His pulse was racing and his fingers itched with the thought of sliding over lemon scented skin and deep inside the hot depths of her. Closing his eyes he remembered the feel of her fluttering, clutching him with slick folds as he inhaled their combined scents. Just the thought of her smell made his rock hard flesh weep.

The scratching of the key in the lock brought his eyes open and he inhaled her scent. Lemons, salt and fear mixed with sexual arousal and coffee tickled his nose as his nostrils flared. She was barely in the door before he had her pinned to the far wall. Startled she tried to turn around, but he held her firm.

"Spread your legs," he commanded as he moved to press the hard ridge of his jeans against the softness of her skirt clad ass. They should be talking, but he hadn't followed her trail for five months just to talk. He had a need and right now it was constricted by his too tight blue jeans.

Nicky was humming in the back of her throat as he rhythmically taunted her with his shifting hips and she spread her legs willingly offering him what ever he would take from her. Her foot hit the paper coffee cup she dropped when he pushed her against the wall startling her. When his strong fingers worked her skirt up to her hips and exposed her scantily clad sex to the evening's cool air she hummed her delight.

Memory shot through him at the sounds she made in her throat; It was in Paris and Nicky was on her knees between his thighs. Her beautiful lips wrapping around his cock and she was humming just like that as she swallowed him deep. Jason thrust against her and pulled the panties she wore down, pushing them to her knees as she pressed her beautiful round bottom back into the placard of his jeans giving them both much needed friction.

Running his hand up her stomach he squeezed her breast and then slid it over her shoulder and down the center of her back; before letting his fingers skim the cleft of her ass and then slip four thick inside her wet opening.

God she was good he thought as he pulled his fingers free and yanked his jeans open; freeing his turgid sex only seconds before he was ramming it deep inside her grasping, wet core. When he was root deep pressing against the spot deep inside her that intensified her pleasure; her head shot backward and struck him a glancing blow and the taste of his own blood coated his tongue. Dipping his head he pressed his cheek to hers and thrust deep again. The sound of two pleasurable cries echoed through the little cottage and intensified with each bend of his knees and thrust of his hips.

He banded one arm low over her belly and wrapped the fingers of the other hand around her neck stroking it roughly with his calloused fingers. "So delicate," he murmured as he slid the hand at her waist down to slip against the hidden bundle of nerves and press it firmly as he continued the long probing strokes to her core.

Jason let his lips skim the throbbing pulse at the base of her throat biting and sucking as she began to tremble around him. He pressed deep and bit his lips and her neck to stave off his own release. She was still fluttering and whimpering when he pulled out and physically turned her to face him; ripping the prim little blouse open to find breasts unrestrained .

With a little growl he claimed her mouth and thrust his tongue deep as he palmed the heaving mounds; before he nipped and licked a path from mouth to nipple and lower until her fingers were scrambling for purchase as he fucked her with his tongue. Sucking at her until she was coming again; her juices running down her thighs and he feasted on every drop.

The only thing holding Nicky on her feet was Jason's hands on her hips and his lips as he drank her. So when he pulled away she slid to her knees straddling his hips as her boneless body draped over his. He could feel the fine tremors slithering under her skin and her breathes were fast pants as her head lolled to his shoulder.

Jason ran his hands possessively over her body as he settled back against the wall and lifted her hips as he once again took what was his for the taking, "Look at me." It was a harsh whisper as he trembled on the brink of his own release. When her pleasure glazed eyes met his he began thrusting hard and mercilessly deep…One…Two…Three thrusts and he was roaring head thrown back as he poured into her.

Pressing her forehead to his she stroked his cheeks and neck and they shared each others breath as He recovered. "God, I missed you," Nicky murmured as kissed his lips gently.

He'd missed her too and it wasn't just the gritty sex against the wall he'd missed.