Chapter 14
Fourteen
Jace
The door slams against the wall, probably denting it, maybe leaving a hole in the sheetrock.
But I don’t give a fuck.
Because Marie’s legs are wrapped around my waist and her mouth is locked onto mine, her tongue delving deep. Because I’ve got my hands on that lush ass as I kick the door closed and pin her back against it.
“This is stupid,” she puffs out as I drag my lips along her jaw, down her throat, taking advantage of all the bared skin on her chest and arms and middle to trace my tongue and lips along the silky flesh, the tempting curves.
“This is the best idea you’ve ever had,” I say against her skin, nipping lightly, flicking out my tongue.
Tasting her.
Devouring her.
“Stupid,” she repeats, her fingers tightening in my hair, her body arching against mine. “But it’s still really fucking great.”
I don’t argue with that, just reach down and wrap my fingers around the hem of her shirt, start yanking it up. It catches on her breasts, but I just yank harder, my tugs rewarded when her tits pop out. “Christ, you’re fucking beautiful,” I growl, burying my face in those gorgeous tits, licking and sucking, squeezing and rolling the hard buds of her nipples on my tongue. Loving the sounds of her moans, the feel of her rocking against me, shuddering when her hands snake down between us, dive into the waistband of my sweats and she wraps her fingers around my cock.
I curse.
She grins and starts stroking, and I know that I’m not all that far from losing control—or coming in my pants like a teenager, so I do some snaking and shoving of my own, knocking her hands away, using my body to pin her against the wall so I can get my hand in those leggings.
Peeling them down her legs is like wrestling a fucking crocodile, but I eventually manage to pull them, her underwear, and her shoes off.
I leave the socks.
Because they’re cute.
Which sends a blip of alarm through me.
Cute isn’t hot. Cute isn’t sexy. Cute is more…leading to obsession, to connection, to?—
Her nails bite into my scalp, slicing through the sudden burst of panic.
Right.
Who am I kidding?
I’ve been bordering on obsession from the moment she blocked me from getting in the Lyft.
Pretending otherwise is insanity.
But going down this road?—
Is just as crazy.
Because what if?—
“You going to stare at my pussy all day?” she murmurs, her tone breathless, albeit teasing. “Or are you going to make me feel good, handsome?”
I rip myself out of my thoughts, slam the heavy, steel door on the past.
Not the fucking time.
“You’ve got a gorgeous cunt, cookie.” I slide a finger through the plump, slick folds. “I kind of like looking at it.”
“I bet you’d like licking it more.”
Laughter bubbles up in my chest…along with heat.
“Mmm,” I murmur, dropping to one knee and then the other. I slide my hand along the outside of her thigh, lift it and settle it on my shoulder. “Maybe,” I say, leaning in and flicking out my tongue, dragging the flat of it against her.
She shudders then demands, “More.”
“Mmm,” I murmur again, but this time I’ve buried my face in her pussy, so the sound vibrates through her, and I know she likes it because she squirms, grinding against me.
“More,” she demands again.
“Hungry.” I nip her flesh, suck at her clit, exploiting the spots I found the other night, taking my time this evening to find new ways to make her cry out my name, give voice to those demands. “Sexy.” I slip my tongue inside her, cupping her ass so I can keep her close.
“Oh, God! Jace!” Her hips flex, riding my face, my tongue, and I feel it—the flutters of her pussy, the beginnings of her orgasm.
So I don’t stop.
I use my tongue, my lips, my teeth. I use my fingers and body. I use?—
Her hand in my hair flexes again, so tightly that pain ripples through my scalp as she all but tears me away from that sweet cunt.
“Gorgeous,” I warn.
Her eyes are hazy, filled to the brim with need. “Inside me.”
Another demand, one that has me on my feet and spreading her legs wide around my hips, notching my cock at her entrance before I realize that I’m feeling all that slick heat directly on my dick, that I’ve almost plunged home without a?—
“Condom,” I gasp, exercising herculean control to not stroke deep.
The need in those emerald eyes increases a hundred fold. “Birth control shot,” she rasps, rubbing herself against me. “And I was just tested a month ago. I haven’t been with anyone but you,” she adds, when my hands flex, holding her in place.
“Cookie.”
“Just an FYI,” she murmurs, half-slit eyes finding mine, pussy slowly soaking the tip of my dick. “Or we can find a condom.”
I’m not even sure I have any condoms left.
We depleted my stash the other night.
“I’m tested regularly,” I tell her.
“Good,” she whispers.
“Good,” I whisper back.
“Right.” It’s a murmur, those eyes staring at me expectantly.
For the life of me, I can’t figure out why.
Probably because I’m lost in her beautiful face.
A hand on my jaw, her mouth curving lightly. “Okay, then.”
“Okay, then,” I repeat.
“Handsome,” she says, “now’s the time to fuck me.”
My dick twitches, and all at once I’m aware of wet heat, of lush thighs, of this woman waiting for me…
To fuck her.
I shift and slide deep, making both of us groan.
It’s…well, I’ve never had a woman without a condom before, so it’s fucking incredible, tight and wet, hot and slick, internal muscles clasping and her moans ringing in my ears.
I want to go slow so I can savor it.
But slow quickly devolves to fast, to hard, to?—
“Fuck!” she cries out, pussy clamping tightly around my cock.
And I’m right there with her, pumping rapidly, pleasure gathering at the base of my spine and then bursting outward, filling my entire body as my orgasm explodes out of me.
I keep us upright for a few seconds, then my legs give way and I slowly lower us to the floor.
“Fuck,” she whispers long moments later, and at first, I think it’s because of the same reason that word has been on repeat through my mind—fuck that was good, fuck I want to do that again, fuck how can I make my legs work so I can do that again.
Then she shifts, pushing lightly against my chest, lifting off me.
I lose the tight clasp of her cunt, the soft curves of her body, and I’m reeling from that, so I don’t process what she’s doing at first.
But eventually I see her crouched next to her pants, reaching into the pocket?—
Pulling out her phone.
That’s ringing.
She swipes a finger across the screen, lifts it to her ear. “Hey, boss.” Her voice is slightly raspy as she says, “Yeah, no worries. I can be there in fifteen.”
Fifteen minutes?
Or hours?
Because it’d better be fucking hours .
She hangs up the phone, sweat glistening on her naked skin, her breaths still coming a little short.
Then her eyes come to mine, and I don’t miss the relief in the deep green depths.
Because now she can escape.
Goddammit.
“I’m leaving.”