Chapter 16 Presley #2
Better even. Richer, deeper, and so all-encompassing that I feel like I could get lost in it forever.
To the point that when he flexes his hands on my side chub, jutting his hip up into me as he deepens the kiss, I’m too distracted to be self-conscious.
To think about how he’s currently holding on to those lingering extra pounds of baby weight.
I kiss him back, trying to match his fervor, wanting him to know how much I want this. Want him. I might not be able to put it into all those swoony words like he did, but I crave him the same way.
Rolling my hips, I drag my core against his crotch, searching out something more. The move earns me a groan and a nip at my bottom lip, the wetness settling between my legs instantly noticeable.
“Fuck, Pres…” Jace says, his voice gruff, as he pulls back slightly. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth, holding it there for a moment. I whimper, the soft sting of his teeth reactivating the butterflies. “Your lips are like cotton candy, so soft and sweet.”
I blush, his sweet nothing sounding like it’s straight out of a romance novel. Apparently he did learn a few things.
“But I need to know if the rest of you tastes just as sweet.”
A shudder ripples down my spine, taking control for a second. One that is long enough for Jace to find the hem of my tee and pull it over my head. My breath heaves, pushing out my chest, sending my boobs straight for his face.
“Ohhhhhhh…” he groans, licking his lips, his own shudder racking his body. I say a quick thank you to the universe that Otis is a sound sleeper. “The fantasies I’ve had about this…”
Fantasies. Plural. As in more than one. About me. Holy shit.
I want to tell him that he’s not alone in that—I’ve also imagined moments just like this many times. I was younger, cuter—skinnier—in all those daydreams, but his reaction was always the same. The very reaction he’s having now.
I can’t find the words though. My brain is too busy focusing on all the things he’s making me feel—the strength of his hands as they move across my bare skin—to be able to actually form a thought. Any thought. Much less a coherent one.
Deftly, his hand moves to the button on my pants, flicking it open as easily as he did the other night. His lips find mine again, taking charge as he undoes my zipper and starts working the denim over my hips. Feeling like a newborn giraffe—all limbs and no grace—I fumble, trying to help.
“Let me, beautiful.”
Let me, beautiful…oh, fuck…
I’m so ruined after this. So, so ruined.
Cody never called me beautiful. Never offered to help undress me. Even at the start, when we were still all hot and heavy, it was every person for themselves in the undressing department. It wasn’t part of the foreplay.
Strong hands slide over my hips, shifting me out of Jace’s lap and onto my feet. I stand there, letting him drag my jeans down my legs, peppering kisses on my skin as he goes. He lifts one leg, then the other, yanking the heavy fabric from me.
Just like that, I’m naked. Errr, almost naked. Standing in front of a still very clothed Jace.
Making matters worse, I’m wearing orange lingerie. Actually, calling it lingerie is a stretch. A big one. Because in reality, it’s a pair of orange cotton briefs with little black jack-o’-lanterns on them. And a bra that, well, has seen better days if we’re honest.
Had I realized that, you know, someone else might see it, I would have put better thought into this. Maybe would have tried to find something cute. Not sexy. I don’t own any of that—I’m a single mom. But matching? I could have pulled that off. I think.
But here we are. Now all I can do is hope that Jace doesn’t run off laughing.
“Are those jack-o’-lanterns?” he asks, a smirk spreading across his lips.
And here it comes…
“Yeah, I, um—”
“I love it.” He cuts me off before I can finish my stuttered thought.
“Really? You don’t think it’s kind of weird?” A wave of self-consciousness washes over me. Not only about the jack-o’-lantern granny panties, but the mommy tummy they’re currently holding in. And those handles he was holding on to a moment ago.
“Absolutely not.”
“I mean, other than the fact that it makes me look like a pumpkin.”
“Well then, consider me Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.”
Holy hell…
My skin ignites. That’s way more than a sweet nothing. Way more than I was expecting. I like it. A lot.
Starting at my knees and moving his way up, Jace alternates sides as he kisses his way along my thighs. I sigh, his beard tickling me as he goes, all while his fingers toy with the elastic of my panties.
“Jace…” I whisper on a stuttered breath.
He growls, looking up at me as he tugs my underwear over my hips. “Fuck, I love when you say my name. It makes me want to do unspeakably dirty things to you.”
Unspeakably dirty? Damn, what does he have in mind?
“Gahh!” I squeak, unable to hold back my reaction as Jace licks me, showing me exactly what he means.
My knees wobble, the quick jolt of pleasure overpowering them. Jace chuckles—the sound of a man who is proud of his accomplishments—as he does it again. And again. I tremble again, feeling like putty in his hands and he’s barely touched me.
“We better get you a little more steady,” he says, pushing to his full height and stealing a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, the slight tang a jolt to my system. “Allow me, beautiful.”
Dipping just enough to get the angle he needs, Jace scoops me up, my feet leaving the ground as he turns us around, laying me down on the couch. He props me up with enough of an angle to look down at him as he spreads my legs again.
Wasting no more time, he dips his head, licking me from base to clit. I throw my head back, reveling in the same pleasure as before.
“Now sit back and relax, Pres. I’m going to take care of this sweet, perfect pussy.”
His tongue is back on me before I can respond, his face buried fully in me. Pure desire radiates through me, the intensity of the moment taking over. The intensity of everything I’m feeling. Experiencing.
With each new flick of my clit, Jace sends me soaring.
He knows exactly what I need—exactly where I crave him—nibbling, licking, sucking at the exact right interval to keep me right on the edge.
White heat clouds my vision as I reach down, running my fingers through his hair, wanting contact with him.
“Fuck, you are so sweet, Pres,” he moans. “You might be my new favorite snack.”
“Jace…”
He groans, lips circling my clit, sending vibrations straight through me. “Fuck, I love how you say my name.”
I whimper, wanting more of what he’s doing, circling my hips, trying to get him to do it again.
Laughing, he reads my mind, turning his attention to the bundle of nerves screaming for him.
He hums, sending more of those vibrations straight to my needy pussy, while sliding two fingers inside me.
The new sensation ups the intensity, and is exactly what I need to make the telltale tingle start low in my belly.
I’m not going to last much longer.
“Jace… please…” I beg. “I’m gonna…please…”
“Come for me, Pres. Come all over my face.”
One, two, three taps of his fingers inside me, like he’s sending a message in Morse code, and I’m done. That’s all she wrote.
Technicolor fills my vision, my entire body going taut.
I throw my head back, opening my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.
I’m too far gone—too far into the universe—to have any real idea what I’m doing.
How I’m reacting. All I know is that this is the best I’ve ever felt, each new thrum of ecstasy pushing me higher and higher.
Jace staying with me the entire time.
His mouth doesn’t leave me until I’m done. Until I’ve crashed back to earth, limbs complete jelly, my heart hammering against my chest like it’s trying to break free. Oh my stars…
Literally.
“You are so damn gorgeous when you fall apart,” he murmurs, sliding up my body to kiss me.
I pull him close, my fingers grasping onto his hair, wanting to taste him. Feel him. Crawl inside him and stay there.
I’m punch-drunk with pleasure, my breath still ragged. One thought blaring in my head.
I want to return the favor.
Now.
Pushing up, I drink Jace in. Still fully clothed, he stares back at me, proud as a peacock, licking his lips. Oh, buddy…it’s payback time.
“I think it’s my turn,” I tell him.
“You think so, huh?”
“Anything you can do, I can do better.”
Jace’s shit-eating grin grows, accepting my challenge. “I’d like to see you try.”
I’m gonna do more than try, sir…
“Maybe we should move this to my room…”
Reaching for his shirt, I start to tug at it, the soft cotton pliable under my fingers. It comes off easily, lifting over his head, revealing warm, tanned skin.
“Mama!”
Otis’s tinny voice comes through the monitor, making both of us freeze. I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’s really up, or if he’s just talking in his sleep. Could go either way.
“Socks…”
Yeah, he’s up.
I pull back, my son’s continued babble to his favorite toy a bucket of ice water on the moment. So much for moving this to the bedroom. For me getting my turn.
“Nap time’s over,” I declare, letting the sadness linger in my voice. I wanted more time with Jace—just the two of us—but we were on borrowed time to begin with. “I should—”
“I got him.” Jace stands, grabbing his shirt and slipping back into it.
“You bask in the afterglow for a minute. Maybe even go take a nice hot shower.” He leans down, kissing me softly.
Gently. Like it’s an everyday thing. “Little Man and I will hang out in his room for a little bit. Give you a moment.”
Kissing me once more, he winks, then heads off down the hall. Leaving me and all my mixed feelings sitting here, naked, on my couch.
Only, my feelings aren’t so mixed. They are pretty clear.
I think I’m starting to fall for Jace.