Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
JACE
We end up stopping at the shop, gathering ingredients to make it back at my flat since most places near us were closed.
It’s the first time she’s been here, but it doesn’t feel like it. The moment she walked through the door was the first time there had been any warmth to this large empty space.
She sits at the island, buttering the bread as I stir together the sauce. I glance over my shoulder, eyes roaming over her in my jumper.
Glancing up, she smiles and I tilt my head towards the pot. “Want to come try the sauce?”
She nods, hopping off the stool. “It smells so good.”
I hold up the spoon and she leans in. Her head falls back on a moan as she licks her lips. “Oh my god, that’s the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
And now I’m hard. How delightful.
“You should try it,” she whispers.
The space between us has dwindled and I swallow when she shifts on her feet, her chest brushing mine. Her eye’s bounce between mine as her tongue slips out, wetting her lips.
And the last of my restraint snaps.
The spoon clatters to the floor and I reach my hands up, threading my fingers through her hair. She lifts onto her toes, throwing her arms over my shoulders as our lips crash.
Her fingers drift to the back of my head and into my hair. I moan into her mouth when she pulls at the thick strands, my tongue diving past her lips. I slip my hand up to her jaw, using the hold to tilt her head.
“You’re right. The best thing I’ve ever tasted,” I growl, backing her against the island.
She sucks in a breath when I bend, grabbing her behind her thighs and lifting her onto the cool counter. I straighten, my lips dotting her neck as she throws her head back on a moan.
Her hands come to either side of my face and she dips her head as she pulls me up, capturing my lips. I use my hold on her thighs to pull her to the edge as I step forward. The height of the counter lines us up perfectly and a growl rumbles in my chest when she rolls her hips.
I pull back. “You better stop doing that if you don’t want this to go any farther.”
She looks at me, breathing heavily. “Who says I don’t want it to?”
Dropping my forehead to hers, I try to gain control of the need pulsing through me. “Kinsley,” I sigh.
Her fingers trace my lips. “Jace.”
I pull back and my eyes dance between hers as I try to calm my racing heart. “Are you sure?”
She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and nods.
“I need your words if this is going to happen, angel.”
“Yes,” she whispers, leaning forward and brushing her lips across mine. “I want you.” She pulls back slightly, her hands drifting across my chest and over my shoulders. “All of you.” She rolls her hips, her warmth rubbing against me and I groan.
Her squeal pierces the air when I throw her over my shoulder and lightly slap her arse. She laughs, pulling at my shirt as I round the island. “Wait, the food!”
I pivot, using one hand to hold her and the other to pull the pots off the stove and shut everything down before I all but run to the bedroom. I kick my door closed and walk over to the bed, dipping my shoulder.
She falls onto her back with a giggle, her chocolate hair spilling over my sheets.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“You.”
I drop over her, bracing myself up with a hand on either side of her head. Leaning in, I whisper against her ear, “You want me to fuck you?”
Her choppy breath fans over my neck and I feel her nod as she grips my sides.
Pulling back, I make sure I have her attention. “Words, remember? Don’t get shy on me now, angel. Tell me what you want.”
She licks her lips. “I want you to make me feel good.”
I lean back slightly and rip my shirt over my head, reveling in the way her eyes heat. “How do you want me to make you feel good, sweetheart? With my cock?” I lean back over her, pressing my hips against her center and she moans.
“Or with my fingers?” I trail my fingers up her thigh.
“Or with my mouth?” I capture her mouth, my tongue diving between lips.
She presses up, seeking the friction and I pull away. “What will it be?”
“All the above?” she rushes out through a gasp and I chuckle.
“What my girl wants, she gets.” I lean down, taking her mouth.
Her fingers dig into my back and I pull away. Slipping my hands under the hem of the jumper she’s wearing. Pausing, I look at her and she nods. Sitting up, she helps me pull it over her head and I groan.
“You weren’t wearing anything under that this whole time?”
“You told me to make myself comfortable.”
I shake my head and dip down, taking her perfectly rose colored peak into my mouth. She sucks in a breath, her fingers diving into my hair as I move to the other one.
She shivers as I brush my fingers down her stomach, our eyes meeting when I reach the button of her shorts.
“May I?”
“Yes,” she whispers and I smile against her skin.
She lifts her hips as I pull down the denim and her panties in one go. My mouth instantly waters at the sight of her and I trail my lips up her leg.
“This okay?”
“No one’s ever…” she trails off, her legs twitching over my shoulders.
“I don’t have to?—”
“Please,” she rushes out, her hips pushing up with her plea.
I chuckle darkly, pressing my lips to just above her center. “You’ll never have to beg with me, sweetheart, but it sounds damn good on your lips.”
She throws her head back on a moan at the first swipe of my tongue. Her fingers twist in my hair and I wrap my arms under her legs, draping them over my shoulders.
Her quick breaths and quiet moans fill the room as I flick my tongue over her clit before teasing her entrance. I press forward and her legs tighten around my head as she looks down, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted.
I hold her stare as I fuck her with my tongue, my fingers leaving indents on her thighs from the force of holding her against me.
“Oh fuck. I think I’m going to—” She throws her head back and I drink in her release.
I ease her through the aftershocks and kiss my way up her body, sealing my mouth over hers. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her tongue tangling with mine as I swallow her moans.
Pressing at my chest, she follows as I push off the bed and stand, slipping to her knees in front of me.
“Kinsley, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she cuts me off, her finger teasing the hem of my jeans as her eyes hold mine. “Teach me how?” She slips the button out and pulls down my zipper. “Please?”
I growl and she smiles, pulling my jeans and briefs down. I step out of them and her lips part as I wrap my fist around my hard cock, pumping once.
“Open.” I step closer, brushing the head against her lips and she obeys.
Her tongue sticks out, sliding against the underside as I slowly press forward. I swear I stop breathing all together as her lips wrap around me. My fingers slip into her hair and I guide her head up and down with each of my shallow thrusts.
Gaining confidence, she takes me farther and gags, eyes watering. I go to pull back but she hums, reaching up and wrapping a hand around me while the other digs her nails into my arse.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I manage to say as she works me over. “Just like that.”
Her fist works in tandem with her mouth until I’m at the brink and I pull out of her mouth completely. She sucks in quick breaths, looking up at me with confusion. “Why?—”
“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
I pull her up, cupping her face and capturing her mouth. She hums against my lips and slides her hand between us, pumping my aching cock.
I growl, walking her backwards and we tumble onto the bed. I slip my hand under her back and shift her up farther as I climb between her legs.
She wraps her leg over my hip, pressing up with the other as she pulls me down. We hiss when the head of my cock rubs against her soaking center.
“Did sucking my cock make you this wet?”
“No, it’s just you. All of you.”
My eyes dance between hers and I reach into the night table, grabbing a condom. She watches as I roll it on and fit myself between her legs.
I lean down, resting my forehead against hers. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” she whispers against my lips before pulling me into a deep kiss.
I press my hips forward and my whole world—everything—shatters.
Fuck. Me. Nothing will ever compare to this. To her.
She gasps into my mouth when I bottom out and I clench my jaw at how tight she’s wrapped around me. I pull back and look down to see her face scrunched. Fuck. “Are you okay?”
“Big,” she says and I huff a laugh.
“Careful, sweetheart. You’ll give a guy a complex.”
She laughs, opening her eyes and her hands trace over my back. Licking her lips, she leans up, kissing me softly. I lean into her touch, soaking up every second of this moment. Every part of her that she allows me to have.
I pull back my hips slightly before pressing in and she mewls into my mouth. The kiss deepens as I move faster, her legs coming up to wrap over my hips and nails scoring my back.
My hand slips between us and she whimpers, hands dropping to fist the sheets.
“I’m going to?—”
“Me too,” I grit out, slamming into her.
The room fills with the sounds of our moans and bodies coming together. She screams out my name as she comes and I groan, giving myself completely to her.
I pump into her once, twice, coming with her name on my lips.
Dropping my head to her shoulder I suck in greedy breaths as her fingers tickle my back. Pulling out, I roll, taking her with me.
I tighten my arm around her as she kisses my chest, my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. She snuggles into my side, resting her hand over my chest, her leg slung over my hips.
Our breathing evens out and she tilts her head to look up at me. I reach over and tuck a strand of hair, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
She hums. “Better than okay.” She turns her head, kissing my palm. “I’m perfect.”
Yeah. You are.