Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Jace
Ireach down to the floor where my jeans landed and fish the condom out of my pocket. The foil packet crinkles between my fingers as I tear it open with my teeth.
I roll it on without looking. My hands move on autopilot while my eyes stay locked on Lola. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes. The way her thighs are parted. The way she’s looking at me with those blue eyes that see too much
I settle back between her thighs. The head of my cock presses against her entrance, and she’s already so fucking wet and ready for me that it takes everything I have not to just slam inside and lose myself.
I push inside slowly, way too slow—it’s practically torture. The tip at first, feeling her stretch around me, watching her face as her mouth falls open and her eyes go wide.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I push in another inch and stop, letting her adjust. My whole body trembles from the effort of holding back, of not just burying myself to the hilt and fucking her into the mattress.
“More,” she whispers, nails digging into my shoulders. “Jace, please.”
I give her another inch, followed by another. Watching every flutter of her eyelids and every hitch in her breathing—the way her chest rises and falls faster as I go deeper.
When I’m halfway in, I almost pull all the way out, before I push back in a little deeper this time. Working myself into her tight pussy inch by fucking inch.
“Oh god.” Her head falls back against the pillow. Her hips rise to meet me.
“Easy, Bells.” I lean down and press my mouth to her neck, her pulse races beneath my lips, and I taste the salt of her skin. “We’ve got all night.”
I establish a rhythm. Shallow thrusts at first, gradually working myself deeper with each one. Taking my time even though every instinct screams at me to just fuck her hard and fast.
Finally, when I’m completely inside, buried to the hilt, her warmth wrapped around every inch of me, I stay perfectly still. Let her feel all of me. Allow myself to experience all of her. The way her body fits around mine. The way she takes every inch of my cock.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I breathe against her neck.
She does. Better than anyone I’ve ever been with—perfect in a way that makes something in my chest ache.
Then I start to move. I pull out slowly and watch my cock slide out of her. Slick and glistening with her wetness. Then I push back in just as slow. Savoring every second. Every inch. The way her pussy grips me.
“Jace.” Her hips rise to meet mine, trying to make me go faster.
“Patience,” I say, smirking. “I told you I’m taking my time.”
And I mean it. I fuck her with long, slow strokes. Pull almost all the way out, then push back in deep. Over and over, building a steady, controlled rhythm. It’s not something I usually do.
I change my angle and hit that spot that I know makes her whole body jerk.
“There,” she gasps. “Right there.”
“Yeah?” I do it again and watch the pleasure wash over her features. “Right fucking there?”
“God, Jace.” Her nails dig into my shoulders and her head falls back against the pillow, exposing the long line of her throat.
I lean down and press my mouth to her neck as I continue hitting that spot with each thrust. I kiss and suck my way down to her collarbone. I don’t care that there will be marks on her skin that everyone will see. Let them wonder who the hell had their mouth on her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her skin, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “You know that?”
Her eyes flutter shut. A flush spreads across her chest and up her neck. Pink and perfect.
“Look at me,” I say. “Keep your eyes on me, Bells.”
She opens those pretty blue eyes and looks right at me. Vulnerable and trusting.
I pick up the pace slightly, still controlled but pumped up with more force behind each thrust. My cock driving deeper, harder, making the bed creak beneath us.
My hand slides up her body, past her ribs to where I can feel her heart pounding, then up to the front of her neck. It settles on her throat, not squeezing—simply there, tracking her pulse race beneath my palm—catching each swallow and every gasp.
“Fuck,” I groan.
My hand flexes gently on her throat. My thumb strokes along her jaw.
“You take my cock so good.”
“Yes.” Her legs tighten around my waist. “Just like that.”
I fuck her exactly the way she needs. Deep strokes that hit that spot, that makes her whole body shake. That makes her cry out. My hand stays on her throat. Feeling every moan, every gasp, every sound of pleasure that tears from her.
“Look at me,” I growl. “Keep your fucking eyes on me, Bells.”
A possessive sensation wells up in my chest. Something dark and primal I don’t usually experience. It makes me want to mark every inch of her, ensuring everyone knows she’s mine—at least for tonight.
“Yes.” She’s trembling beneath me, shaking with each thrust. “Oh god, yes.”
I fuck her relentlessly. My cock drives deep with each thrust. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to leave marks that will remind her of this tomorrow. Remind her of me and the way I fucked her.
I lean back and glance down at where we’re connected. Watch my cock slide in and out of her. How she takes every inch. The way her body opens for me.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I can’t stop watching the way we fit together.
I grab her thighs and push them back toward her chest. Change the angle. Go even deeper. So deep I feel her everywhere.
She cries out. Her hands fist in the sheets. Her knuckles go white.
She is getting so close, in the way her pussy pulses, her breathing becoming ragged, and her whole body starting to shake.
“That’s it.” I pound into her harder, faster. “Take it. Take all of me.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
Sweat drips down my back. My muscles strain with the effort of holding back from coming right now because her pussy is so warm, tight, and perfect.
“You’re going to come for me,” I growl. It’s not a question. It’s a command. “You’re going to come all over my cock.”
“I’m close.” Her voice is wrecked. Broken. “So close, Jace.”
I reach between us, find her clit, and rub tight circles. I work her exactly the way I know she needs.
“Then come.” My voice is harsh and demanding. “Come for me right fucking now.”
She does. Her entire body stiffens. She screams my name as her orgasm overtakes her. Tears through her whole body.
“Fuck, yes.” I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her as I continue working that little nub with my thumb, pushing her to her orgasm until she’s shaking and begging for me to stop.
But I don’t stop. I fuck her through it.
Her orgasm seems to go on forever. Wave after wave crashing through her. Her pussy pulsing around my cock.
When she finally begins to come down, I pull out. She whimpers at the loss. Her pussy clenches around nothing.
“Roll over,” I say, as my hands are already on her hips, flipping her onto her stomach before she can respond or catch her breath.
I pull her hips up and position her on her hands and knees. The sight of her ass in the air makes my cock throb.
“Fuck, you look good that way.” I run my hand over the curve of her ass and give the soft flesh a squeeze. “So fucking good.”
I line myself up and slam back inside her pussy with a hard thrust, the new angle making me go even deeper.
I don’t give her time to adjust. Just start fucking her hard. My hips slam against her ass with each thrust. The sound echoes through the room. Loud and obscene.
“Oh god.” Her arms shake, struggling to hold her up. “Jace.”
“That’s right.” I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back, making her arch for me. “Say my fucking name.”
I pound into her relentlessly. My cock drives deep with each movement.
I lean over her, pressing my chest against her back. Her body trembles beneath me as my mouth finds her ear.
“You’re mine tonight,” I murmur, voice dark and possessive. “All fucking mine.”
She moans.
“Say it,” I growl, my breath hot on her skin. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours.” The word comes out strangled, almost breathless. “I’m yours, Jace.”
Something primal surges through me, pushing me to fuck her harder, deeper, and it makes me want to claim every inch of her.
“That’s right.” I bite down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. “All mine.”
Her arms give out. She collapses forward onto the bed, face pressed into the pillow, her ass still in the air, still taking my cock.
I release her hair, gripping her hips with both hands. I hold her exactly where I want her—bruising and possessive.
“Stay just there.” I pull her back onto my cock with each thrust. My fingers digging into her skin. “Don’t fucking move.”
I fuck her with reckless abandon now. All the control I’ve been holding onto finally snaps. My hips slam against her ass. My cock drives so deep I can feel her everywhere.
“Fuck, Bells.” My orgasm is building, coiling at the base of my spine. My balls draw up tight. “You’re going to make me come.”
My rhythm falters for a second. My hips stutter as the pleasure builds higher and higher, until it threatens to consume me completely.
I try to hold on, trying to make this last just a little longer, but her pussy is so hot and wet, that I can’t fight it anymore.
My entire body stiffens. Every muscle contracts. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. My breathing becomes harsh gasps as the pressure at the base of my spine intensifies. It coils tighter until I can’t breathe, think, or do anything but feel.
“Fuck.” The word tears from my throat, raw and desperate.
And the orgasm crashes into me with a force that makes my entire body shake. It rips through me with a greater sensation than I’ve ever experienced before. Stronger than any high. My control completely shatters.
I bury myself as deep as I can go, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.