Chapter 4 #3
“Mmmm, yeah, baby. Just like that.” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip. “So good.”
More of the awareness from before mixes with my anger, and that’s enough to make my tenuous hold on my self-control—and my sanity—snap.
Without even deciding to move, I lunge at him, my fist back and ready to finally give him the beatdown he’s been begging for since freshman year. My punch goes wild, and Jace blocks it with his forearm, his damn smile never faltering as he deflects my hit.
I try to sneak in a hook with my other hand, but Jace is too fast, and he easily ducks out of the way with all the grace of a seasoned fighter.
I already know his skills are way above mine after that night in the gym, but I’m so far gone that not even the very real possibility that I’m about to get my ass handed to me can make me stop.
“Got any more in there, Shaney?” Jace asks, his hands at his sides and his stance casual. “Or are you done with your little tantrum?”
The fact that he’s as cool as a cucumber while I’m a second away from completely losing my shit is the final straw, and I dive at him.
He doesn’t even try to deflect or move out of my way, and I grab him around the middle and push him across my room like a linebacker taking out a tackling dummy.
Jace laughs as we stumble backward, but before I can get control of him, he uses his strength to flip me right over his hip.
Instead of letting me crash to the floor, he keeps hold of me and brings me down so I land on my back with him on top of me.
I’m so stunned that I can only lie there like a moron as he straddles my hips and uses his feet to pin my knees to the floor.
“You know, Shaney.” He grabs my wrists in both of his hands and slams them against the hard floor. “There are easier ways to get me on top of you.”
His words finally break through my shock, and I start flailing like a dumbass who’s never grappled before as I twist and writhe and try to break his hold on me.
“This way is the most fun, TBH,” he continues, like I’m not impersonating a fish out of water under him.
“But you don’t have to Hulk out on me every time you want to feel a little Jace against you.
” Grinning like the cat who ate not just the canary, but the whole damn nest, he leans over me and grinds his hard cock against mine.
Wait.
What the fuck?
I’m hard? When the hell did that happen?
“Well, not that little.” His crooked smile sends a ripple of heat through my chest. “Am I right?” He drags our cocks together in a smooth thrust that lights me up from the inside as pleasure ricochets through me.
A soft moan escapes my lips without my permission, and Jace’s smirk turns into a dark grin that sends more of that heat through my chest and into my stomach.
“That’s it.” He presses his weight down on me, his eyes boring into mine. “Let me hear how much you love having me on top of you.”
My mouth falls open in a silent cry when he shifts and wedges his legs between my thighs so he can push them apart and fit his body against mine.
That finally breaks through my confusion and shock, and I once again start flailing like a dumbass in a desperate attempt to get him off me.
Jace’s eyes never leave mine as I use every trick I’ve ever learned about grappling to try and break his grip on me, but it’s like pushing against a brick wall for all the good it does me.
Jace might be a half inch taller than me, but I’m broader and probably have twenty or so pounds on him. It’s true I’m not in the same kind of shape as I used to be, thanks to my less-than-healthy vices and not playing sports anymore, but it’s not like I’ve let myself go or anything.
I can’t stop the soft grunts and low groans that escape my lips as I try to throw him off me, and the more sounds I make, the more heated Jace’s grin gets.
“Yeah, baby. Let me hear it,” he taunts, his voice low and dripping with sex and seduction. “Let me hear exactly how much you love this.”
I manage to get one leg free and thread my knee between our bodies so I can push against him as hard as I can, shoving him back enough that he loses his grip on my left hand as he falls back.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I throw our combined weight to the side and knock him off me.
He lands next to me with a loud crash, but springs right back up a second later like the floor is part trampoline, and dives at me with enough force my breath is pushed out of my lungs in a loud whoosh as he lands on top of me again.
There’s no technique to our fighting as we roll around in a tangle of arms and legs and a mess of wild punches and wayward knees.
Pain radiates through me as we smash into the coffee table in the center of my room, and I let out a little oof as Jace throws me off him and into the side of the nearby couch.
Before I can roll away from the heavy piece of furniture, Jace is on me again, his knees locked tight around my hips as he catches both of my wrists in his hands.
“Fuck,” I grunt as he slams my arms to the floor and leans over me, using his weight to pin me down.
“You give up yet, Shaney?” he asks as he stares down at me like a predator who’s finally caught his prey.
“Never,” I practically growl, but I’m too tired to do more than give a few feeble attempts at pulling my wrists free.
His blue/gray eyes are so bright they look almost aqua, and his dark grin sends another shiver of awareness through me as my cock pulses and throbs where it’s trapped between our bodies.
“Seems like you lost,” he taunts and squeezes my wrists so hard I let out an involuntary gasp at the show of strength. “Again.”
“You’re dead,” I growl at him.
He grins and leans down so his face is only inches from mine. “You gonna kill me, Shaney?”
I glare up at him, my chest still heaving and my limbs burning from our grappling. At least Jace is breathing hard too, and I’m not the only one who’s feeling the aftereffects of our fight.
“Or are you going to keep pretending that you don’t love this?” he continues, the corner of his mouth tipping up in a smirk as he presses his body down on mine in a sort of wave motion that sends a jolt of pleasure through me at the friction of his cock dragging against mine.
I bite back a groan as he does it again, the pleasure mixing with my anger to create something both exhilarating and intoxicating.
“Tell me you don’t love this,” he practically purrs and leans down so his lips are next to my ear and his hot breath ghosts over my skin.
Sparks of pleasure detonate deep in my body, and my eyes roll back when he drags his cheek against mine, our stubble catching as he slowly pulls away.
That simple touch sends a jolt through me, and I instinctively bump my hips up against his. Not to get him off me, but because I’m desperate for some friction.
Jace chuckles, low and throaty, and rolls his hips, each drag of his cock against mine sending another burst of pleasure through me.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmurs, his icy eyes locked on mine as he uses his knees to shove my thighs apart and settle between them, his body flush with mine and his dick pressing against my ass. “Tell me you don’t love feeling all of me like this.”
I open my mouth to tell him exactly that, but the words die on my lips when he rubs his rock-hard cock against my ass and taint.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before rips through me, and I’m powerless to stop my moan when he does it again.
“You’d look so hot taking my cock,” he says in that sultry tone that does things to my stomach.
“Have you ever played with your prostate?” He bumps his dick against my ass hard enough that I rock on the floor from the impact.
“Maybe you’ve slipped a finger in there when you’re jerking off?
Or had one of your hookups do it while they’re blowing you?
You haven’t lived until you’ve had a sweet spot O. ”
“I’m straight,” I scrape out.
He pauses his thrusts and grins down at me. “Straight guys have prostates too, Shaney. Being straight doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a little backdoor fun.” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip and lets out a low moan that makes my stomach tighten and my balls throb.
His grin tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, but before I can tell him to fuck off or try to get him off me, he shifts his legs so his thighs are under mine, lifting my hips and angling them back like we’re in missionary.
“I bet I could make you come with only my fingers.” He leans in like he’s going to kiss me again, but stops when our lips are barely an inch apart.
He’s so close his features blur together, and the scent of his cologne mixes with the lingering smells of clean sweat and musk that have been wrapped around us since he got me on my back.
“Can you picture that, Shaney?” He tilts his head to the side and dips a little closer. “You all spread out for me while I have my fingers buried in your ass? How you’d moan for me while I stroked your spot exactly the way you need?”
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck all the way off and that it’ll never happen, but the only thing that comes out is a garbled groan when he grinds his dick down on mine and lets out another of those sexy moans that makes my brain short-circuit.
“That would be fun,” he continues like we’re having a normal conversation and he’s not on top of me and confusing the fuck out of both me and my dick with his dirty talk.
“But I think the real fun would be getting my mouth on you.” He grinds his dick against mine again.
“Can you picture that? Me on my knees for you?”
An image of Jace in front of me, his plush lips wrapped around my cock and his icy eyes staring up at me, flashes in my mind’s eye, and I can’t stop my gasp as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip in a slow swipe.