Chapter 15 Scarlett #2
He groaned, the vibration against my skin making the orgasm inch closer, and then he thrust his tongue inside of me. I quivered, gasping at the sensation as he moved it several times before returning to the apex of my sex.
Throwing my head back, I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror again. More specifically, at Jace’s body beneath me, my legs spread wide over his face while he feasted on me.
“Just like that,” I said breathlessly, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. He circled and circled until finally, the orgasm crashed around me. Around his mouth. Around his face.
And I cried out his name. “Jace!”
Holding my thighs, he kept me there until the last ripple broke free.
When it was over, he smiled.
“Get a condom, Trouble.”
A condom. Right. Glad he remembered because, dear Lord, I wouldn’t have. When I tell you I ran to his nightstand, I actually ran, ripped open that package, and rolled that protection on fast. Back on the table, I lined him up at my entrance.
And sank down.
Jace’s fingers pressed into my thighs so hard, it might bruise, but I took all of him in. And then I began to rock.
The table threatened us, swaying slightly, so I eased my movements, pulling up and pressing down rather than slamming, all while rocking back and forth.
At the same time, Jace filled me, stretched me, and hit every bundle of nerves both inside and out in the most unimaginably delicious way.
I was having the absolute best sex of my life with this man, and I never wanted it to end.
He made me feel so … at ease. Comfortable. Sexy. Protected …
“You feel so damn good,” Jace said.
“What would you do to me?” I wondered aloud, rocking and feeling a fresh climax growing in my pulsing sex. “If I was blindfolded, what would you do to me?”
I placed his hands on my breasts, welcoming the squeeze.
“First, I’d lay you on the bed.” Jace pulled my nipples between his thumb and finger, pinching them with a bite. “I’d glide an ice cube all over your skin and lick up the droplets of water. The ice cube would glide over your folds, and I’d taste that, too, before I’d pleasure you with my tongue.”
Oh my …
“If you let me,” he continued, “I’d straddle your face and claim your mouth. Deep and hard.”
My movements intensified, my sex warming impossibly hotter with each of his words.
“Then I’d flip you over and take you from behind. I’d hold your head to the mattress and pin your arm behind your back until you screamed through your orgasm.”
“Jace!” I moaned, my body coiling tight as his words painted vivid pictures in my mind.
“That’s it, baby.”
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave: powerful, overwhelming, all-consuming. My legs trembled so violently, I could barely move, my inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. Sensing my complete surrender, Jace took over, his hips rising to meet mine, driving deeper with each thrust.
“I’m close,” he growled, his breathing ragged beneath the blindfold.
I circled my hips, the movement sending fresh sparks of pleasure through my already-sensitive body.
His fingers dug into my thighs as he thrust upward one final time.
I felt him pulsing inside me as I clenched around him again, our releases perfectly synchronized, like we’d been lovers for years instead of hours.
The intensity left us both gasping, sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, hearts racing.
For several long moments, we remained frozen in that position, neither willing to break the spell. His chest rose and fell, our breathing gradually slowing. The blindfold had slipped slightly, revealing just a sliver of his piercing eyes.
I could stay here all day, I realized. In this room, on this table, with this man I barely knew but whose body was starting to feel like home.
“Shit,” he breathed, finally breaking the silence.
Indeed.
“Baby, you can blindfold me anytime.”
I smiled, tracing a finger down his chest. “Good, but for right now, we’d better get to that errand I talked about.”
“Your secret errand?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he removed the blindfold.
“A little excursion. And something tells me you’re going to be very out of your element with what I’m about to do.”
Still smiling, Jace helped me off the table, and after I got cleaned up and dressed, he got himself ready and grabbed something from the hall closet.
Dear everything holy. Jace was wearing a fitted, long-sleeved black shirt that showcased his muscles, black pants, and sported a motorcycle helmet, tucked under his muscular arm.
The type of helmet with a polished green face shield and sleek black exterior that would turn him into one of those thirst traps I was guilty of watching online, where all you saw was the muscular, godlike body, face masked so the man could be whoever you wanted him to be.
In my wildest fantasies—and, God, I’d had many about a bike-riding hottie—I imagined the guy beneath the mask would be a sex lord who knew my body better than I knew myself.
I swallowed, trying to play the role of unaffected human.
Based on the heat boiling my cheeks, I was failing miserably.
Based on the slant to Jace’s lips, he knew it too.
“You look like you’re dressed for the city,” I said. “Hope you’re ready for some country.”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “Where exactly are we going?”
I grinned, feeling the power shift. Now it was my turn to keep him guessing.
“Let’s just say, those fancy shoes are about to get very, very dirty.”