Chapter 15 Shane #2
“Can you switch out the cards? He’s about as distracted as he’s going to get,” Jace says, his tone all business like he wasn’t just dirty talking in my ear.
I glance over at where Ben is still wrapped up with the same girl, only now he’s got one hand up her skirt while she has her hand jammed down the back of his pants.
“Yeah,” I tell him softly and carefully pull his card out of my pocket and hide it in my hand as I weave through the dancing couples between us, doing my best to look casual and like I’m just cutting through the crowd.
The dim lights give good cover, and the crush of bodies helps, but it’s how fucked up that everyone is that gives me the courage to do such a brazen switch out in the open.
I’m hyperaware of everyone and everything around me as I approach them, and I quickly switch out the cards in a move that took years of practice to perfect and is basically muscle memory at this point.
They don’t pause what they’re doing, and I slip the blank card into my pocket as I breathe out a huge sigh of relief.
“Good job,” Jace says, and the genuine pride in his tone is as confusing as it is unexpected.
“Meet me in the bathroom,” I sort of whisper/hiss, knowing the mic on my earpiece will pick it up.
Not waiting for his answer, I stalk toward the door.
The hallway is empty as I exit the great room, and I don’t see a soul as I slip into the bathroom and close the door behind me.
I last about five seconds before I start pacing, and I’m still pacing when Jace pushes the door open about a minute later and steps into the small room.
He starts to say something, but I don’t let him get a word out before I shove him against the wall.
He laughs as he bounces off the hard stone, but I don’t miss the gleam in his eyes as I crowd him against it. He gives me a lazy grin and pushes his hips out so our hard cocks scrape together.
“What the fuck was that?” I practically growl at him.
“What was what?” he asks innocently.
“That shit with the talking.” I point to my ear.
“That was just me keeping you distracted so you didn’t freak out about what you were about to do.”
“And the dancing?”
His smile melts into a sexy smirk. “Also a distraction.” He bumps his cock against mine again. “And it’s not like you were hating life, so what are you really mad at?”
“I’m mad that you were fucking with me while I was trying to do something that could get me killed.”
“I wasn’t fucking with you while you were switching the cards. In fact.” He gives me a quick shove, and I stumble back a few paces. “I’m the one who found the opening for you to do it.”
“After you fucked with me.” I push him back against the wall.
He laughs, and it feels like my blood pressure goes up a few points as white-hot anger fills me. “I don’t think that’s why you’re mad,” he says, an infuriating smile on his stupid face.
“Then why am I mad since you seem to be the expert in how I think and feel?”
He gives me another shove, harder this time, and I nearly fall on my ass from the force of it.
“I think you’re mad that I got you all hot and bothered when you couldn’t do anything about it.
” He advances on me, and I instinctively step back.
“I think you’re mad that Courtney was between us and she’s the one who got to feel what you did to me.
” Another step. “And I think you’re mad that I haven’t made good on what I told you I wanted to do to you.
” He takes two more steps, and I have to scramble back so he doesn’t bump into me.
“You’re wrong.”
“Am I?” His grin is dark, and the wildness in his eyes sends a thrill through me.
“So wrong.”
Moving faster than I can register, he grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me against the far wall. I hit the stone surface so hard the breath is forced from my lungs, but I quickly refill them with a gasp when Jace cups my hard cock with his big hand.
“Yeah, this doesn’t feel mad.” He squeezes my dick and presses me into the wall with his powerful body.
I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and he jams his other hand between us and rips open the button on my pants.
“You want my mouth?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that does things to me that it has no business doing.
I start to tell him to fuck off, but the protest dies on my lips when he shoves one hand under my waistband and grips my bare cock.
“Ask me nicely for it.” His voice is low and soft and somehow more menacing than if he were yelling at me.
“Please,” I scrape out.
His grin deepens, and I let out another low moan when he drops to his knees and yanks my pants and underwear down so they’re around my thighs and my cock springs free.
I barely have enough time to look down at him before he swallows my length, and unlike the last time he did this, there’s no teasing or trying to draw things out as he swallows me down and deep throats me on the first pass.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper and thread one hand through his long hair to push it back from his face.
He lifts his eyes to mine, and the sight of him on his knees for me, my length sliding in and out of the tight passage of his mouth and those icy eyes staring up at me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Jace keeps eye contact with me as he works me over, and I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from what I just did, the damn dancing and dirty talk that got me way more hot and bothered than it should have, or his talented mouth, but I find myself teetering on the edge of my orgasm after only a few minutes.
He must sense it, because he abruptly pulls off me, but before I can protest, he spins me around and shoves me face-first against the wall.
I catch myself with my hands so I don’t smash into the hard stones, but before I can fully wrap my head around what’s happening, Jace is splitting me open.
“Oh god!” I gasp as the cool air moves over my exposed skin.
Jace chuckles, then spits on my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, and my entire body goes tense when he uses his finger to spread his spit over my hole.
He chuckles again, and my knees buckle a bit when I feel his warm, nimble tongue pressing against my entrance.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” I can’t control the words or sounds falling from my lips as Jace pushes his tongue inside me and fucks me with it the way I so desperately want him to fuck me with his cock.
My eyes fly open. I want him to fuck me, and I don’t even care if he doesn’t have lube and it hurts. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath.
Yeah, I’m definitely not straight, and I feel like a dumbass for lying to myself for so long.
I want Jace, and I don’t just want him to fuck me—I want him to fucking own me.
Seemingly unaware of my epiphany, Jace continues to eat me out like a man possessed, and the needy, hungry noises he’s making are almost as hot as the sensation of having his tongue in and on me.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before swirls around inside me, and my cock is so hard it actually aches, but all I can do is babble like an idiot and push back against his tongue as my body begs him for more.
Without warning, he pulls his mouth off me and stands. I bite my lip so I don’t start begging for real, but I can’t stop my groan of approval when I hear the faint sound of metal on metal as he pulls his zipper down.
His big hand grips and squeezes one of my ass cheeks, and I press my face against the cool stone when I hear plastic crinkling, then the sound of tearing.
Is that lube?
My question is answered when his slippery finger presses against my hole, and I instinctively bear down as he pushes it inside me.
He’s not being rough, but he’s not being gentle, either, and my body lights up as the most delicious mix of pleasure and pain washes over me.
“That’s right,” he practically growls in my ear as he pumps his finger inside me. “I know what you want.”
I jump as he bites the shell of my ear, and more of that pain/pleasure mix takes over my senses as he works a second finger inside me.
“That’s it,” he encourages when I push back against his hand. “You want more?” He chuckles softly. “Of course you do.” He crooks his fingers and rubs them over my prostate.
My cry is so loud it echoes in the room, and I cover my mouth with my hand. The last thing I want is to get caught. Not because I don’t want people to know about this, but because I don’t want Jace to stop.
Hell, at this point, I’d probably let him bend me over and fuck me in front of the whole damn party if he used his growly voice and told me to.
“You’re so fucking hot right now,” he says, pulling his fingers out of me.
Something about the compliment, if it can even be considered a compliment, hits me deep in the chest. It’s not so much what he said, but the desperate and nearly feral way he said it, like it just slipped out, that means everything.
Jace is the most controlled and calculating person I’ve ever met. He doesn’t just say things or let things slip, and the fact that he did makes it feel like he’s just as into this as I am, and this has nothing to do with him winning and is about him wanting to be with me.
The crinkling of plastic pulls me from my musings, and I glance over my shoulder in time to see him tearing open a condom with his teeth.
My entire body tightens with both fear and anticipation as he thumbs out the condom.
Thank fuck I can’t see his giant dick right now. This is nerve-racking enough without having to look at the anaconda that’s about to split me in half.
I’m once again pulled out of my thoughts as something broad and blunt presses against my hole, and my entire body locks up tight.
Soft lips and a hot tongue press against my neck as Jace drops wet, open-mouthed kisses against my skin, and the gentleness of his kisses compared to the rough way he’s handling me sends my body into sensory overdrive, and I find myself relaxing without even realizing it.
Jace keeps teasing my neck, interspersing the soft kisses with hard sucks that leave me breathless and so ready I’m able to bear down as he pushes his cock against my hole and slips inside me.
Holy shit.
Jace is inside me.
Strong arms wrap around my middle and lock me against his hard body as he sinks all the way in, moving just fast enough that the edge of pain is still there, but not so fast that it becomes unbearable.
There’s a weird burning sensation, and a feeling of being unnaturally full that I’m not sure I like, but I just breathe out and keep my body relaxed.
I’m already expecting it to be hard and rough and probably not that great, considering I’ve never taken more than his tongue or the first few inches of his finger before tonight, but instead of pounding into me right away, he pauses when he’s fully seated, giving me a chance to get used to it.
“Fuck,” I grunt and instinctively clench around him, then wince because that hurt more than when he breached me.
He lets out a low groan, and I do it again, forgetting all about the pain, and his rumbling moan is low and deep and one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
Slowly, he pulls almost all the way out of me, then glides back in. He pulls almost all the way out again, then adjusts his hips slightly, and pushes back in so his cockhead drags over my prostate.
I cry out under my hand as it feels like my entire body lights up like a fireworks display, and the pain completely disappears when he does it again, going a bit faster and harder with each subsequent thrust.
I push back against him, desperate for more, as the most intense and incredible pleasure fills me. Then he drops one of his arms from around me and grips my cock in his big hand so he can stroke it in time with his thrusts.
I can barely think anymore. We’re being too loud, too reckless, but that sense of danger only adds to the moment and makes every drive of his hips and stroke of his hand feel that much better.
Jace’s lips are next to my ear, and every panting groan and low grunt adds to my pleasure until I’m nearly mindless with need and so close I’m low-key worried that I might pass out when I do finally come.
“That’s it, Shane,” he rasps in my ear. “Come for me. Come on my cock and let me feel it. Let me see how much you love being fucked.”
My orgasm explodes out of me on command and with zero warning. One second I’m desperately trying to reach that elusive peak, and the next I’m crashing into it in an explosion of pleasure and release.
He strokes me through it, still fucking me like his life depends on it, while I empty my load all over the stone wall.
Jace’s rhythm falters, and he lets out a low, rumbling groan as he stiffens, then comes inside me, his cock jerking and pulsing as he empties his load inside me.
Well, it’s inside the condom, but my orgasm-addled brain gets stuck on the fact that Jace came inside me, as he sort of falls against me, his body heavy as he shudders and enjoys the last of his release.
Holy shit.
Jace just fucked me.
He’s still inside me, and I already want to do it again.
I blink my eyes open.
Yup, definitely not straight. And I’m definitely into Jace.
We stay like that for a few beats, and him holding my soft dick in his hand as he surrounds me feels intimate, almost like we’re cuddling.
I literally shake that thought out of my head.
I might have had a few realizations about myself and my sexuality, but that doesn’t mean anything. This was sex, nothing more, and I need to be careful that I don’t read into things or see things that aren’t there.
Jace gives me a little squeeze and presses a soft kiss against my neck, then loosens his hold and steps back.
I stay where I am for a few beats as the reality of the situation hits. But instead of freaking out, all I can feel is a sense of calm.
Slowly, I pull up my pants and do them up with shaking hands, and when I finally turn around, Jace is already put together and looking like nothing happened.
“Am I decent?” I ask.
He gives me a quick once-over, then shakes his head as another of his smirk smiles tilts his lips.
I go over to the mirror to check the damage. It’s not bad. I can fix my hair and shift my shirt to cover the marks on my neck, but my glassy eyes and flushed cheeks are as obvious as wearing a neon sign saying I just got my world rocked.
“Whatever,” I mutter and smooth down my hair. It’s not like anyone is going to be all that shocked that I look like I just had sex, considering the type of party we’re at.
“Ready to go?” Jace asks, breaking the lengthy silence that fell over us.
I nod and step back from the mirror.
He unlocks the door and looks into the hall, then motions for me to follow him.
The hallway is empty as we make our way to the main entrance, and the bored kid in the jester costume is the only person we see as we leave King House.