Chapter 23 #2
I tip my head back against the cupboards, and reach between my legs, my fingers plunging through his hair. I tangle them, gripping his hair as he plants his forearms against my thighs, holding me in place as he feasts upon me.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Waves of ecstasy roll through me, lighting a fire in my veins as he licks and sucks, tasting and teasing his way to my pleasure.
I hook my legs over his shoulders and grip his hair tighter, holding onto him as he fucks me with his tongue.
He pushes it inside me, moving it in and out in precise strokes before he pulls it out.
My hips buck, fighting against him. He nips at my clit, his teeth biting into my flesh.
My body tenses and a soft cry escapes me.
“Jace,” I moan, my head lifting to stare down at him.
The sight of him with his mouth on my pussy is intoxicating.
Euphoria dances along my nerves. “I—fuck—I’m so close. ”
His tongue slows and he moves his lips away from my clit. Confusion washes over me and I tug on his hair, trying to pull him back to me. He leans back in but kisses the flesh right beside my clit. “Not yet.”
“What?”
“I might be on my knees, but I’m the one who decides when you get to come.” His eyes are glued to mine. “You will come when I let you.”
My eyebrows draw together and frustration washes over me, adding to the pressure that’s already building inside my core. “Are you edging me, Jace Miller?”
Mischief dances in his eyes. “When I finally let you come, you’re going to come harder than you ever have before.”
“Bold assumption,” I quip, the frustration mixing with irritation as I tug on his hair in an attempt to guide him back to my clit. I just want his mouth back on my pussy. I want to feel his tongue sliding across my flesh again.
“You’ll see,” he murmurs, kissing his way back to my center. His fingertips bite into my skin as he licks my pussy, intentionally avoiding my clit. A moan falls from my lips and my eyelids flutter shut once more as he pushes his tongue back inside me.
And just as quickly as he pushes it in, he pulls it back out.
The cold air touches my cunt, immediately replacing his warmth.
“Goddammit, Jace.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against me as he moves his mouth back between my legs. He takes his time, kissing the sides of my pussy, kissing my clit, before he pulls away. My body is on fire and I need the release. I need his mouth on me, pushing me over the edge.
“Please,” I pant, pushing against him in an effort to lift my hips, but he keeps me pinned in place. “I need it so badly.”
“Need what, baby?” he murmurs against my cunt.
“You,” I breathe. “I need you. I need you to make me come.”
“Hmm,” he hums, dragging his tongue against me once more, circling around my clit. “I don’t know if I’m ready for you to yet.”
“If you let me come, I promise you can edge me as long as you want afterward.” The desperation is heavy in my voice, mixing with lust and need. He’s driving me insane and I think he’s enjoying it. “I just need it now and then you can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” He stares up at me from between my legs. “That’s a very bold promise, Willow. Are you sure that’s a promise you’re willing to keep?”
“Yes,” I pant, withering under his touch as he pushes his tongue into me again, curling it against my insides. “Please.”
“Promise?” he asks, nipping at my clit with his teeth again.
“Yes, Jace. Yes.” My voice betrays my desperation.
He chuckles quietly. “This is what I want. You, unraveling for me.” He lowers his mouth without another word, showing me no mercy as he devours me. He laps at me, his tongue pressing against my clit, rolling in circles as he applies the perfect amount of pressure.
I’m a mess of moans, unable to control myself as he pushes two fingers into me.
That’s it. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
My fingers grip his hair and my center clenches as my orgasm hits me full force.
My legs push against his hands, my hips bucking as I’m dragged deep into the depths of ecstasy.
His tongue slows, drinking every drop as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
He slowly peels away, his chin glistening with my arousal as he lifts his head and begins to rise back to his feet. “I told you it would be worth the wait.”
I stare back at him for a moment, my chest rising and falling with every ragged breath.
My hands wrap around the back of his neck, dragging his face to mine, our lips crashing.
The taste of me is still present on his tongue.
There’s nothing but urgency and need driving the two of us.
His mouth is on mine, tongues clashing, lips bruising.
My hands move to his waist and my fingers work to undo the front of his pants.
Jace moves his hands from my face, dropping them down to push my hands out of the way.
Sliding my hands along his abdomen, I find the bottom hem of his shirt, hauling it up his torso as he undoes his pants, shoving them down to the middle of his thighs, dragging his boxer briefs with them.
Suddenly it becomes a race to get one another undressed.
Jace tears his shirt away and my breath catches.
His chest is bare and hard. Every ridge of his abdomen is clearly defined, turning into the deep V over his hips.
There’s a small tattoo just along his ribcage and I trail my fingers across it, unable to read the latin script.
Jace lifts my shirt, pulling it up and over my head before dropping it onto the ground.
“What’s this say?”
He pulls me closer and reaches around my back to undo the clasp of my bra. His cock is hot pressing against my bare cunt. “Cogito, ergo sum,” he moans, shifting his hips. “I think, therefore I am.”
The wet tip of his dick rubs against my clit. I can’t help the whimper that escapes. “Fuck, Willow. I need your words. I need you to tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, my voice catching in my throat. “Right here, right now.”
Not wanting to lose the moment, I reach down between us, wrapping my hand around his length.
“I need to get a condom,” he says as he drags the straps of my bra down the length of my arms. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers along the curves of my exposed breasts, running his finger tips across my pebbled nipples.
“This is an image I’ll never be able to get out of my head. ”
“Good,” I moan as he presses against me again. “I want to feel all of you,” I say, stroking his length. “I have an IUD, we don’t need a condom.”
He lets out a ragged breath, his eyelids fluttering shut as he presses his hips forward while I slowly stroke him.
He nips at my lips, then trails his lips along my jaw and down my throat.
He cups my breast, his fingers tugging on my nipple, as he kisses his way down my check before he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“I never thought I’d get the chance to do this,” he murmurs against my flesh.
“To do what?”
His eyes flick to mine. “Bury myself deep inside you.”
He wraps his hand around mine, guiding the tip of his cock through my pussy lips, up and down, coating himself in my wetness. My eyes are on his, lips parted as I suck in a shallow breath. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” My confirmation is little more than breath.
That’s all he needs. He presses his hips forward, pushing his cock inside me, not stopping until he’s filling me completely.
He inhales sharply, his forehead pressing against mine. “Fuuuuuck.”
“Oh my god,” I pant, my heart pounding inside my chest, my body stretching around his intrusion.
“Shh, baby,” he murmurs, lifting his head as his mouth finds mine. He pushes in deeper. “Relax. You can take it.”
His hands slide along the outside of my thighs, his fingers gripping my flesh as I wrap my legs around his back. One hand cups the back of my neck, his tongue dancing with mine as his other hand grabs my ass, holding me in place as he starts to shift his hips, slowly fucking me.
Every thrust feels like I’m going to split in two, but I don’t dare speak a word of it.
I breathe through each thrust, willing my body to relax and accept him.
The last thing I need is for him to stop again.
I can’t handle him stopping again when I’m right on the edge.
I just need him inside me, filling me completely until we’re both diving head first over the edge of the cliff into euphoria together.
With every thrust, his movements become more frantic, more urgent. His left hand grips my asscheek harder while the other grips the back of my head. His lips are bruising and relentless as he kisses me harder.
“I’m not going to last long,” he pants against my mouth.
Pulling his bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down. “Maybe I should edge you the same way you did me.”
He chuckles, his breath fanning across my lips as he thrusts harder into me. “Not gonna happen.” Pulling back, his eyes flash to mine and his hips still. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“God, no,” I groan, tightening my legs around him to pull him deeper. “I want you to shut up and fuck me.”
“So eager to come,” he murmurs, his teeth catching my bottom lip.
His mouth captures mine once more, distracting me with his tongue before he thrusts his cock so hard into me that it takes my breath away.
I cry out and Jace swallows my sounds. His fingers bite into my skin as he slams into me over and over, pushing me closer to the edge.
His hand drifts away from my ass, slipping in between us. His thumb brushes against my clit and I whimper. My nails dig into the skin on his shoulder as he rolls his thumb over the bundle of nerves, thrusting into me.
“Fuck, Willow,” he growls. Each thrust is more erratic and faster than the previous.
With one final thrust, his body falls rigid and I lose myself around him, moaning loudly as my cunt grips his cock, clenching around him.
My orgasm hits me hard, fire spreads through my body, wave after wave in my veins.
He falls over the edge right after me, pumping himself deep inside me.
His hips slow as he fills me with his cum.
We’re both riding out the high. After a minute of us panting, he slowly pulls out.
I miss the fullness as soon as he’s gone.
His hand slides down the side of my neck, his thumb slipping beneath my chin to tip my head back.
“Are you okay?”
A lazy smile pulls on my lips. “Do you want an honest answer?”
His eyes widen, bouncing back and forth between mine. “Yes.”
I slide my hands down the length of his torso. “I’ve never been better.”
“Oh, thank god.” He lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging in relief. “It wasn’t really what I had planned or promised, but whenever you’re around, I can’t seem to form a rational thought.”
“I think it was probably better unplanned,” I say softly, shrugging my shoulders. “I think we were both lost in the moment that way, you know?”
He presses his lips to mine in a haste once more. Then he slowly steps back and pulls me off the counter and onto my feet. He bends down, collecting our clothes from the floor. Instead of handing me mine, he holds out his T-shirt to me, his expression tender as his eyes search mine. “Stay?”
My throat bobs as I swallow roughly. “My brother’s will notice if I don’t come home.” I know this changes nothing between us, but I can’t help myself, the question tumbles from my lips. “What would I tell them?”
Jace stares at me. His lips part like he’s about to respond, but then he clamps them shut, deciding to keep his thoughts to himself.
That action alone hurts my chest, but I knew what I was getting myself into.
He made it clear that this is only physical between us.
He can never give me anything more and honestly, it would just be too messy.
As much as I want to stay, I turn down his shirt and grab my clothes instead. We both dress in silence as I play the entire situation over in my head. It’s better this way, even if I know it will still hurt when it ends.
If my brothers knew about this and things ended badly, it wouldn’t be good for him. What would happen to Noah and Jace’s friendship? Would it survive something like that?
“Willow,” Jace says quietly, his voice filled with regret as his eyes search my face.
All it takes is him calling my name to have me reaching for him.
He doesn’t hesitate. He comes to me, his hands finding my hips and pulling me flush against him.
My arms wrap around his neck and I press up onto my toes, pulling his face down to mine.
His lips collide with mine. The kiss is deep, so deep it leaves us both breathless.
“Any time you want me to come over for dinner, let me know,” I say as I release him, moving to take a step back.
He arches a brow, pulling me back to him as he arches a brow. “Dinner?”
“And other things,” I murmur, kissing him again before finally breaking away. “Whatever this is, it can just be this.” My smile falters as I turn away.
“Dinner and other things?” He quips, a smirk tugging on his lips.
“Exactly,” I say softly, dipping my chin. “Our secret.”
His eyes grow darker and the muscle in his jaw tics before he nods. “Our secret,” he repeats, his voice low, his tone off, but I don’t question him on it.
Even after he walks me out to my car and sends me on my way home with the warmth of his lips lingering on mine, those two words feel unsettled inside my mind.
I’ve never been a fan of secrets and here I am, building my own collection of them…