24. Sienna
twenty-four
Sienna
Just as I suspected, the lot for the studio is empty when I arrive. I waste no time, running to the trunk of my car and retrieving the one item that helps me when I want to relieve some stress through dance.
My dance heels.
I grin as I run my fingers over the leather and mesh material of the shoe, practically running into the studio. Something tugs me to Studio F, and soon enough, I’m getting myself set up in the room that I’d first saw Jace in again.
The air is a lot crisper and cleaner in the studio. It’d obviously been thoroughly cleaned and mopped, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Jace, himself, cleaned it. He’s a bit of a neat freak.
Hooking up my phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the room, I turn it on do not disturb and lace up my heels, allowing myself to be consumed by the sultry music.
No one else knows that I do heels dancing when I’m overwhelmed or that I play video games when I’m irritated, but it’s what makes me feel free.
I stretch as I allow the music to consume me. The soft melody of the R&B song is all that I need to let go. I lose myself in my dancing, in the freedom of my movement. Though the dance is a little on the risqué side, I don’t care as I freestyle.
I spin and flip and grind without a thought in the world, and as the song changes to one that I’m all too familiar with, I grin as I fully give myself to the music .
My body moves on its own accord, thrusting and touching itself seductively as I dance. I don’t care who I am, who my parents are, or how shitty my situation could be as I dance.
In this room, I’m just Sienna.
A girl and her dance floor.
As I bend over slowly, my hands trailing down my thighs, a flicker of movement in the doorway catches my attention and halts me in my tracks.
Jace leans against the doorway, his eyes hooded as he watches me, his arms folded across his chest.
My heart stutters, chest heaving as I slowly rise. The skin on my naked arms pebble with goosebumps as Jace’s eyes rake up and down my body. I’d only worn a sports bra and leggings to my practice with Daisy earlier, and haven't changed since.
“Oh don’t let me stop you, angel. The show was just about to get good.” Jace smirks, straightening up as I do the same, mimicking his actions.
“Show’s over,” I mumble, turning away from him to look back at myself in the mirror.
Through the mirror, I watch as he strides towards me, his walk precise and absolute as he comes up behind me.
Jace grabs my arm lightly and turns me to face him.
My breathing quickens as I look up at the man, my panties dampening as he looks down at me.
His gaze darkening as he clenches his jaw.
“Do you not know how to use a phone, Jones?”
I’m taken aback by his question as he laughs humorlessly. “I was worried sick about you. You had an attitude earlier and I left you with it—that was my fault. But then when Georgia called me, asking if you were staying with me tonight since you left without telling anyone—I freaked the fuck out.”
My pulse quickens as his voice lowers. I can feel the rapid beating of his heart against my chest as he steps closer, his large hands settling at the small of my back as he leans down.
“Well, you found me.” I breathe my words like a forbidden secret as I bite my bottom lip. His eyes track the movement like a lion on the hunt for its prey.
We hold each other in the palm of one another's hands, tempting the other to make the first move .
To do something.
Anything .
My eyes trail to his mouth slowly. He sees the opportunity, takes it, and runs.
Jace’s lips crash against mine so feverishly and harshly, that I hold my breath as one of his large hands circles to the nape of my neck, the other snaking completely around my waist, melting me into him.
I’m his to take as he devours my mouth. Touching. Tasting. Biting. I moan in his mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hand on the small of my back travels further south and grips my ass. I sigh against him, my stomach fluttering from the action as he groans.
Fuck. This was not how I thought tonight would end, but I’m not complaining as Jace backs me into the mirrored wall behind us.
His hands roam everywhere, slowly and tauntingly as if he has all the time in the world. And when he reaches the bare skin just under my sports bra, he pauses.
Green eyes search my hazel ones, as if asking for permission. When I nod, he goes to touch me before pausing once again, “Are you sure?”
“I want you to touch me, Jace. Make me feel good.”
His eyes darken to that of a forest green as he takes me in his mouth again, kissing my lips with the hunger of a man starved. Jace savors me deeply, his palm kneading my breast, and when I moan, he grins.
The little psycho is having a field day with me, and I want him to go further, to touch me everywhere right here, right now.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful,” he curses, looking me over in the mirror and then back down at my physical self in front of him. He bites his lip, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. “How flexible are you?”
“Don’t play with me.” I chuckle breathlessly as he kisses me again, lifting my left leg over his hip. I take it upon myself to jump, and soon enough, he’s holding the swell of my ass against the mirror, kissing me breathlessly.
Jace’s lips travel from mine, sucking and pressing deep licks and kisses to my neck. I moan loudly as the combination of him playing with my hardened nipples against my bra and him sucking the spot under my right ear combine .
His hand grips my ass tightly and my breath hitches. Jace pauses, leaning back to gauge me.
“Do you want to st—”
I blink hard. NO! Absolutely not.
“Don’t stop. I’m not saying fuck my brains out…Not yet at least but—”
“Sienna, I’m not taking you in a dance studio—” He looks at me with pure bewilderment, still holding me as if I weigh nothing as I cut him off.
“But I do want you to touch me.”
We share a look and say so much to one another without any words. The next kiss that Jace steals from my lips is soft. He sets my legs down on the ground gently, although it’s hard due to them being wobbly.
Is he about to stop? I think before I’m smoothly corrected as his hand snakes up between my chest and my neck, gripping it firmly like the perfect necklace.
“You gonna stop playing around or are you too pussy to do what you want?” I ask, my eyes dazzling as I grin up at the man, holding my neck like a vice. Jace leans in close to me, our noses bumping.
“I like to play with my food before I feast, angel.”
My breath catches as his other hand slowly travels to my pants, leaving goosebumps in their wake before they enter my underwear.
I’ve never been touched like this by anyone other than myself before. I don’t know how to react or what to say, but when his darkened gaze rests upon mine, I relax as he circles my clit.
“Jace…” I breathe out as a single finger enters me, pumping in and out slowly.
“What were you saying earlier, hmm?” He smirks, his lips ghosting over my own teasingly as my breath quickens.
“That’s a lot of talk for someone not…eating me out.” I breathe deeply as he groans.
“It’s hot when you talk like that.” He kisses me, his thumb circling my clit as he pumps a second finger into me, causing me to clench around his fingers.
My pulse quickens, breathing racketing as he pumps faster.
In and out.
In and out .
My head rolls back against the mirror as he squeezes my neck, coaxing me. I want to hold out, show him that he can’t unravel me that quickly, but when he leans back away from me, a teasing smirk on his face and the words, “Come for me,” fall from his lips, I want to do just that.
However, my brain isn’t as foggy as he thinks. So instead of following his “directions” like a good girl , I grin.
“Make me.”
Jace wastes no time kissing me breathlessly before dropping to his knees. He tugs my pants and panties down with one swift motion, leaving my lower half bare to him.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his hands gripping my ass as he kisses the flesh over my pussy. My head lulls as goosebumps fleck my skin.
Jace’s thumb circles my clit as he blows a small amount of air on it, teasing me. I moan from the sensation and the sight of him on his knees, watching my reactions as he pleasures me.
When his mouth circles me, replacing his fingers, I’m his. Jace takes his time licking and lapping me up, eating me out like I’m truly the one feast he’s been waiting his whole life for. And when he inserts two fingers inside of me instead of one, I come undone.
My breathing escalates to an all-time high, my hands looping through the thick strands of his hair as I grind against his mouth, coming on his tongue. The hand gripping my ass to keep me centered squeezes as I finish in his mouth.
Jace chuckles lightly as he stands to his full height. “Taste yourself on my tongue,” he commands, and without a thought in the world, I do.
I kiss him, lapping up my sweet juices mixed with his own minty taste, and almost come again from the pure eroticism of it all.
I’m sated and growing tired as Jace helps to redress me, taking my underwear and placing them in his pocket as he helps me into my leggings.
I’m silent, a small dopey smile wanting to break out after what we’d done.
Jace is smug as he walks me out of the studio, carrying my things out with us silently .
The chilly September air is brisk as it hits my bare arms when we reach my car.
“So what was all that shit you were talking, Jones?” he teases, gently placing my stuff in the car as I roll my eyes, failing to mask my smile.
“Whatever, Heart.”
Jace leans against my car, the embodiment of sex as he tugs me into him by the waist. The gesture is intimate and domestic as he kisses the top of my forehead.
I’m about to tell him off for not kissing my lips when he grips the bottom of my chin, lifting it to meet his eyes.
“Tomorrow, wear your running shoes.”