Chapter 19 Presley #2
Turning his focus to my clit, he sharpens his tongue, flicking it. Fast and hard. Like hummingbird wings. There’s no time to prepare myself, no telltale tingle swirling in my belly. Just the tidal wave of sheer bliss that slams into me.
“Jace!” I scream, tightening my grip on his hair.
He doubles down, continuing his focused movements. I’m not sure it matters though, because I’m a million miles away. I see stars, their bright, blinding lights obscuring my vision, keeping me catapulting through this pleasure.
Trying to catch my breath, I open my eyes, catching sight of us in the mirror again. Jace is still on his knees before me, kissing along my mound again. I smile, loosening my hold on him and running my hands through his brown locks, trying to unmuss them.
“Fuck, do I love it when you say my name,” he growls. “And I lied. Your pussy is my favorite part.”
Holy shit, does this man know all the right things to say.
Jace pushes to his feet, wrapping an arm around me and yanking me into him for a kiss. Our bodies collide with a soft thud, quickly drowned out by the sound of my pulse rushing through my veins. The taste of me is still on his lips, amping me up all over again.
Until I realize something. Jace is still fully dressed. In his Halloween costume.
I just had my pussy eaten by one of my favorite cartoon characters.
“You’re still dressed,” I say around a giggle.
“I am.”
“Why?”
“Because this wasn’t about me. You’re in charge here, Mama,” he tells me. “You’re the one calling the shots.”
I swoon, his perfect answer locked and loaded, doing me in. I kiss him again, my hard nipples rubbing against the polyester fabric, wanting more attention. Needing it. Needing him.
“I want you,” I whisper, wanton and breathy. “Now.”
“Then you shall have me.”
Jace rips at his costume, some of it pulling off easy thanks to more Velcro, some of it taking a bit more effort, seams ripping as he tugs. I don’t take time to think about if he has a change of clothes. I’m too dialed in to getting him naked. To seeing him in all his glory.
Because I bet it’s spectacular.
And I’m not wrong.
Jace stands up to his full height, the only article of clothing left on him a pair of Scooby-Doo boxer briefs that hug him like a second skin. I burst out laughing, my hand flying to my mouth to try and hide my amusement.
Jace isn’t bothered one bit, however.
“Like those?” I nod, confirming what he already knows. “Thought you might. See, you’re not the only one with ridiculously cute undies.”
He wore these for me. Even without a confirmation that I would see them, he wore them so I wouldn’t feel weird about my jack-o’-lanterns from last time.
I think I just fell for him a little more.
“Ridiculous is the right word,” I remark. “And speaking of dicks, I think it’s time they came off.”
Jace shudders, the lust coursing through him visible on his skin. And it’s lighting me up like a match to gasoline.
“You’re in charge, Mama.” He winks, ridding himself of the garment in the blink of an eye.
His dick springs to life, hard and unrestrained. Holy shit…
I run my hands down Jace’s pecs, the light dusting of dark hair on his chest tickling my fingertips. It picks back up again, a trail leading toward the V of his hips, and everything else that awaits me.
“You can touch it if you want. This snake doesn’t bite.”
Following his suggestion, I wrap my hand around his length, stroking him slowly. His skin is hot and silky against my palm, making me wonder how it would feel in my mouth.
“Does it do other things?”
“Let me show you.”
Taking my hips, he guides me backward to my bed, picking me up and laying me down before I hit it.
Leaning over, he kisses me, slowly, sweetly, like he has all the time in the world, before standing back up and reaching for his pants.
Next thing I know, he’s ripping at a foil packet with his mouth, sheathing himself.
“Safety first,” he murmurs, winking.
“Always.”
Jace looms over me, nudging my legs apart and settling in between them.
My pulse races, anticipation replacing the nerves that had been borderline overwhelming earlier.
I want him, I want this, more than I can say.
Every fiber of me is calling to him, wanting to feel him inside me.
Wanting to be connected to him in this way.
“Your call, Mama.”
“Jace.” I grab his head, holding it between my hands, locking our gazes. His eyes are still dark with lust, with the same primal need I’m feeling. However, the adoration from earlier is still mixed in too, confirming what I already knew. I’ve never wanted anything more. “Fuck me. Now.”
A flick of his hips and he’s inside me, sinking slowly until he’s all the way in.
“Fuck!”
I grab ahold of him, sinking my nails into his skin as I adjust to him. My lungs constrict, the beautifully sweet stretch of being this full taking over all my senses. Jace doesn’t move, waiting, giving me a moment to adjust. It’s pure torture, the feel of him there, but still. I need him to move.
Wiggling my hips, I try and find the friction I need. That we both need. Jace takes the hint, retreating slowly, holding himself so just the tip is inside me, teasing my entrance, before slamming back into me. I scream again, wrapping my legs around him, wanting to keep him right there.
We quickly find our rhythm, our focus turned on each other. Both of us chasing that same high. That same release. Wanting to lose ourselves in this moment.
Something that is easy to do. Jace reads my every cue, moving and adjusting without instruction or request. He’s so in tune with me and my needs, I can’t help but wonder if he’s getting what he needs. Until he moans or mutters something that leaves no room for question.
“You feel so fucking good, Pres,” he whispers, thrusting harder. “So fucking tight.”
Another hard thrust, hitting me exactly where I need him. My orgasm is brewing below the surface, simmering like a kettle, steam rising through the whistle. I’m so close, hurtling toward that elusive moment. The one I’ve never experienced in this way.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he tells me. “But I need you to come first.”
I open my mouth to start to tell him that he should just finish. That I’ve never come this way before. That I already had mine. But he cuts me off with a kiss.
A hot, hard, punishing kiss.
All while reaching between us, his hand somehow finding my clit as he pistons away, a single swipe of the bundle of nerves and I’m done for. Soaring.
“Jace!”
The bomb inside me goes off, shattering me into a million pieces. My eyes slam shut, fireworks going off, both behind my eyelids and in my ears. I go rigid, unable to move or scream, the most white-hot, intense sensation flooding through me.
In the distance, I hear a roar, my name ringing out like a megaphone, echoing off the walls. Jace grips my hips tighter, thrusting a couple more times, before collapsing on top of me.
The weight of him is heavy—perfect—his exhale tickling my skin. I come back down to earth, trying to find all my senses again. The ones I definitely lost control of for a moment. Audio hallucinations are not something I’m accustomed to.
“How you feelin’ there, Mama?” Jace asks, rolling off of me after a long moment.
I suck in a harsh breath, missing the feel of him already.
Also, how am I feeling?
Blissed out. Like jelly. More relaxed than I can ever remember being. Worn out. Pleasure drunk.
“Good.”
“Good? Just good?” Jace gathers me in his arms, pulling me into his chest. His warmth swallows me, making me feel whole again. “I didn’t do a very good job if all you’re feeling is good.”
I giggle, trying to twist so I can look at him, but he holds on even tighter, stopping me from moving.
“Better than good,” I admit. “But I don’t have the words right now.”
Jace kisses the newly discovered spot on my neck, sending a zing through me.
“Fair.” Another press of his lips to that spot, and I’m already starting to think I could find it in me to go again. Apparently he found my on button. “Shower to get you cleaned up?”
“Are you going to be able to behave yourself in the shower?”
I feel his dick twitch against my ass, answering the question for him.
“I make no promises of what might happen if presented with the chance to suds you up and worship this beautiful body of yours.”
“Stripes and all?” I joke. Err, half joke. For all I know all that stuff he said about liking my mommy tummy was an in-the-moment thing and not something real.
“They’re my favorite pattern.” Letting go long enough to flip me over, he kisses me, assuring me he means it. “I told you, that’s my second favorite part.”
His second favorite part. Internally, I melt all over again. I need to change the subject before I’m nothing but a pile of goo. Before I do something I’ll regret.
Like fall completely head over heels for Jace Hayes.
“C’mon, Mama. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He scoops me up like it’s the easiest thing in the world. I kiss him, because that is the easiest thing in the world.
Because if I’m honest with myself, I’m already head over heels for him.
And that’s a problem.