Chapter 55 We Love This Song
CHAPTER 55: WE LOVE THIS SONG
LACEY
I t’s official. I’m calling the wearable vibrator my best idea yet. After girls’ night, the Good Vibrations coupon code was burning a massive hole in my metaphorical pocket and so I followed Gray’s advice. It didn’t take me long to find the perfect gift for Jace. Or I guess I should say us.
The look on his face when he discovered it was priceless and when he opened that dirty mouth of his, that could melt my panties right off my body all on its own, I knew I had picked the perfect thing.
The reception was a blast. Full of food, drinks, lots of dancing, and just the right amount of edging. I’m wound so tight that I’m pretty sure the minute his hands or his mouth finally touch me I’m going to explode.
“You sure y’all don’t want to come to the after party?” Poppy pouts, outside the venue. Donovan and Enzo just drove away and the remaining guests are huddled outside waiting on their rides.
“Yeah, I’m really tired,” I lie, holding my black heels in my hand. My whole body jolts as Jace buzzes the shit out of my clit with the little vibrator hidden in my underwear.
“You sure you’re feeling okay?” she asks.
“Never better,” I answer through clenched teeth, crossing my legs as I stand. The vibrations stop as quick as they started and when I peer over my shoulder Jace is standing there looking absolutely delicious in the black suit he’s wearing. His jacket is long gone and slung over his arm. The sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up, revealing his tattoos, and his tie is a little loose around his neck—a cocky smirk across his face.
“This is us,” he says, nodding toward the black car turning into the parking lot.
“Have fun at the party,” I say, moving quickly towards the vehicle and offering Poppy and the rest of our friends a wave.
Jace opens the door and I slide in. He joins me in the back seat and it feels remarkably similar to the night after the bar. His hand finds the top of my thigh. He’s inches away from touching me. Fuck, I want him to touch me. I need him to touch me.
I didn’t get my way then, but maybe I’ll get my way now. I slightly part my thighs and shift my hips. He leans in close, so only I can hear him. “My greedy girl. You want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Is the music too loud?” the driver yells over the EDM song blasting through the speakers.
“Not at all,” Jace answers. “Actually, would you mind turning it up? We love this song.”
The driver shrugs and spins the dial. The base of the music vibrates the car and while that would usually annoy me, tonight I’m thankful for the privacy it gives us.
He pulls the little remote out of his pocket and I watch as he hits one of the buttons a couple of times, turning up the vibrations.
I swallow a moan. I’m so close to coming it’s almost unbearable. He flips it off. I shift my hips again and he places a kiss against the side of my neck. “Can you be quiet?” he asks. I nod frantically.
“I won’t make a sound,” I whisper.
The vibrations begin again, but this time he doesn’t stop them. He slowly raises the intensity. My head lulls back against the headrest and my eyes slam shut. His fingers tease the hem of my dress and my hand grips his thigh.
The vibrations intensify and he leans over. “Come for me,” he whispers against my skin. His breath is warm on my neck and his hand firm on my thigh.
He increases the vibrator’s intensity one last time and my fingers dig into his leg. Without warning his lips find mine and he swallows the scream threatening to escape as I fall.
My head is still spinning when he breaks our kiss. I watch as he turns the remote off, making the vibrations disappear. Then, he slips the remote back into his pocket, as if nothing happened.
I glance up at our driver, who’s bopping along to the music, completely oblivious to what we did in the back of his car. We ride the rest of the way in silence. Jace draws teasing circles on my thigh and I match his movements with my own on his. Every now then, I let my hand graze his crotch. Each time I do, his jaw tightens and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He’s rock hard and while I should be completely satisfied, the toy left me wanting more. Wanting him. By the time we arrive at the hotel my body is aching for another release.
The tension that fills the air between us matches the tightness in my core. We step out of the car and practically sprint into the hotel. We manage to make it into the elevator before the tension completely bursts. He pushes me up against the wall of the elevator as soon as the doors close. The bag and shoes I’m holding fall to the ground. I wrap my leg around the back of his, pulling him into me. Our mouths meet in a heated kiss. Our tongues tangle and our teeth clash. His hands and mouth are everywhere, except for where I want them to be. My nails dig into his back. “Fuck, tonight was hot,” he says. “You.”
He kisses my shoulder.
“Are.”
His tongue draws a line up the side of my neck. The feeling is dizzying.
“So.”
His teeth graze my ear.
“Fucking.”
His breath sends goosebumps across my body.
“Sexy.”
His mouth finds mine again, and I lean my head back, letting him take the kiss deeper. The ring of the elevator door interrupts us, and he pulls away. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths that match mine. I collect my bag and shoes. We make our way down the hall to the room, both looking a tad disheveled.
I fumble to find the card key in my bag. The door barely shuts before he picks me up moving me toward the king size bed in the center of the room. My legs wrap around his waist and I grind into him desperate for the right amount of friction. He sets me down and spins me around. His fingers trace along my zipper and he plants kisses along my neck as he unzips my dress. I let it fall to the floor.
Stepping out and kicking it to the side, I turn to face him in only my lace thong. His eyes darken as they rake over my body. My hands find his tie and I begin to undo the knot. I work quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt and his pants.
His lips find mine again in a desperate kiss and when he’s finally completely naked, I break away letting my eyes and hands explore his body. Every bit of this man is toned. My hands explore until I find his long, hard shaft. I take him in my hands and stroke causing him to moan my name.
“Pixie,” he says through heavy breaths. “Let me make you feel good.” His voice is deep and rough. Dropping to his knees, he carefully removes my thong and the tiny vibrator, casting it aside.
“Eyes on me,” he says. The glow of the moonlight barely seeps through the curtains into the dark room. He looks up at me and swipes his thumb over my most sensitive spot causing my whole body to jerk. My fingers weave in his hair and my hips thrust forward again as he presses his lips on the inside of my right thigh.
“You did so good tonight,” he says in between kisses. My whole body reacts to his words and his praise. “Do you know how sexy you are when you come apart for me like that?” He plants another kiss on the inside of my left thigh. “How many times I thought about pulling you away and tasting you like I did in that bar?”
“I wish you had,” I say.
He stands and pulls me on to the bed, so I’m straddling him. His hands smooth over my hips, pulling me against his thick length and causing me to press against him. We both let out a moan. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says, grinding against me again. His hands move up my body and cover my breasts. He circles one of my nipples with his thumb and then pinches it gently between his fingers. My breath hitches.
“You like when I play with you like this?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
He continues to play while I grind down on him.
“Sit on my face. I’ve been craving your sweet cunt all night.”
“Such a filthy mouth,” I tease, moving up his body. I position myself over his face, grabbing onto the headboard in front of me. He takes my hips in both hands pulling me down and covering my pussy with his mouth. His tongue flicks against my clit and I grind into his face.
His hands grab my ass and one of his fingers finds my asshole. He circles it gently. Surprised by how good it feels, I sit up a little straighter and unintentionally pull away from his mouth.
“Is this okay?” he asks. “If it’s not, I’ll stop.” We both freeze.
“No, I like it,” I say. “You just surprised me.”
He chuckles. “You sure you like it because I don’t have to touch you there,” he assures me.
“Yes. I’m sure. I like it. It’s hot.”
“I need to hear you tell me it’s what you want.”
“I want you to touch me there.”
“Good, now sit,” he commands. “I’m not done with you yet.” I grind my hips against his face as he laps up everything I give him. The roughness of his beard creates delicious friction. I lean into the feeling of his finger on my puckered hole and let him dip it inside. Between the slight pressure of his finger and his tongue on my clit, I come quick and hard. My whole body shakes as I come undone for him again.
“You think you got one more in you?” he asks as I move down and meet him on the bed. My body’s draped over his lazily and I’m not sure I do, but I want to watch him come undone too.
“I don’t know, J. I barely can come once during sex, but three times?” I bury my head into his shoulder.
“You seem to come just fine with me,” he says. “You’ve had three before.”
“Cocky asshole.” I laugh. “With you it’s different.”
“Then let’s go for one more. This time I want to come with you.”
He sits up and begins to move out of the bed. “Wait, I can do it. Where are you going?”
“I know you can. I’m going to get a condom.” He smirks.
“You don’t have to.” I shrug, sitting up. “I have an IUD.”
“You’re positive this is what you want?”
“I want to feel you bare, J.” My words are all it takes. In a split second he has me on my back and he’s positioned between my legs.
“You promise you’re okay with this?” he asks again.
“Fuck me like a good boy,” I smirk. He drives forward and I take his cock all the way to the hilt. His hands smooth over my hips, pulling me against his thick length, causing me to grind against him.
The energy in the room shifts to something more delicate. It’s no longer frantic and needy, but instead the kisses he plants are slow and meaningful. He pumps into me unhurriedly. His mouth finds mine and his touch is gentle.
Those three little words threaten to come out and I hold them back, not wanting to say them like this. Wanting to save them for another time. For the right time.
We continue to twist in the sheets, giving the other everything we have. He thrusts into me over and over again. His cock stretches me wide and fills me completely.
“I’m close,” he says through heavy breaths. “Come with me.”
My body tenses at his words and he begins to move more rapidly creating sweet friction against my clit. I clench around him as he spills into me. His body collapses on top of mine and we lay there for a few minutes catching our breath.
“Told you,” he says.
“Only with you.”
He gives me one more kiss before rolling out of bed. He returns in his boxers and with a warm towel. Taking his time, he cleans me up and then helps me locate my underwear. I jump out of bed and head into the bathroom.
When I return, he wraps me in his arms and I melt back into him.
“Pixie?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” he whispers the words against my ear. I flip around to face him.
“I love you too.” His lips find mine and he feels like home.