Chapter 36
SWITCHING OFF THE ENGINE, I pop open the bottle of water I grabbed from the fridge and down the rest of it in one go. His words, that single request, and the husky quality of his voice replays in mind like the best song ever made.
I want to see you. Come to me.
He wants more than to just see me. It's a full-fledged invitation to free fall into the insanity that has consumed us for the past few weeks and particularly this week.
The longing, the caresses, the kisses, all of it.
What we struggled to convey in sentences and moments of intimacy culminated to that one moment speaking volumes of what we both want.
Now I'm parked outside his house, my throat drier than a desert, condom packs in my pocket, my heart pounding a mile a minute while my head conjures up all of these torturously sinful images of Jace half naked and beneath me in bed, his sweet moans filling the silence while I pleasure and edge him to the brink of an orgasm.
This is no time for thinking. Only for doing.
The second he said those words, they opened a dam and a flood of images came barreling through.
Memories of the kisses we've shared, the warmth of his body pressed against me, how smooth his skin is against my palm.
I remember the intoxicating taste of his lips and suddenly, it's like I'm a wild animal that can't be tamed until I have him completely.
With startling clarity, I'm struck by how much control I've had this past week. Between the attack at Lativa, the break in, and all those moments between that deepened the intimacy between us, I'm not sure how the hell I managed to keep the animal side at bay.
Locking the doors of the SUV, I walk up the driveway to their house. Only the light in the front porch is on, the LED glow illuminating the space completely so if someone is inside and they happened to peek through those curtains, there's no chance of them missing me.
Not that I care. Still, I don't bother knocking on the front door, veering to the side of the house and trampling over the gravel strip between the house and the two-foot flowering hedge that runs the perimeter of the wraparound porch.
Hauling myself over the wooden railing, I land as lightly as I can since their house is a one-story structure with the bedrooms and bathroom, the kitchen and living spaces on the ground floor.
There's a top floor but with a single window just below the roof, I'm guessing it's an attic.
Jace's bedroom is the only room in the house with navy-blue curtains. The light inside is on, its glow shining through the thin fabric.
Tapping the glass with my knuckles, I wait until the curtain's move, candy-apple green eyes peering out at me. A smile curves his lips, eyes brightening as he quickly unlocks the window, holding the material to the side for me to slip in.
"You got here fast," he comments, a teasing quality to those words. He shuts the window, fastening the lock, and adjusting the curtains back into place as I slip off my shoes and socks, taking a moment to take him in.
His pajamas consists of a worn out black and gray sweater zipped up to his collar bone and cargo shorts. He turns to look at me, stepping away until his back hits the wall, his eyes roving my body from my toes to my head the same way I'm doing to him.
"I wanted to see you too." My fingers brush his jawline, thumb tracing the outline of his bottom lip. I've never noticed how pink his lips were until now, and all it does is make me think of how soft they are.
Jace leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering shut as I trace the shell of his ear, tugging on a bit of his blonde hair. His smile is easy, yet it says so much.
Leaning in until there's less than a fingertip of space between us, his breathing changes pitch and his eyes open.
They dilate and his lips part, his breath falling softly against mine.
His Adam's apple bobs when he licks his lips, his tongue swiping mine in the process and that's all it takes for my control to fly out the metaphorical window.
Smashing my lips onto his, the kiss is bruising and dominating.
He moans into it, surprised by the suddenness of my actions, the need and longing for him that I've been keeping at bay.
Goddess alone know how far we'll take it tonight but at this point, I don't give a shit.
Consequences be damned, we'll deal with them tomorrow because this right here is all that matters.
He's panting when I break the kiss for air, lips a darker shade of pink and swollen, his cheeks flushed a gorgeous pink, and his eyes glazed over in a haze of lust.
The sight is almost my undoing.
Touching my thumb to his lips, I press a soft kiss to his cheek. He leans into it, completely unaware of what that small gesture or his contented smile does to me. He looks at peace, as if all is right with the world and he's found where he belongs.
Candy-apple green eyes flicker up, a blush ravaging his cheeks.
"Hey, Conner," I whisper, agonized, against his lips.
His blush deepens. "Hi."
The animal half stirs, roaring to life beneath my skin as I kiss him again. Harder. Rougher. Needier than I've ever been. Starved for him and his touch, the taste of his lips.
He groans into my mouth, his lips parting as my tongue darts in, taking full advantage of what he's allowing me to take and explore.
He's intoxicating and driving me insane, tentative fingers kneading into my biceps then on my chest and over my shoulders, chills of pleasure erupting in the wake of his coy explorations.
He breaks away this time; one arm draped over my shoulder and fingers in my hair as he trails kisses from my mouth to my jaw and cheek to my neck.
My eyes roll at how good it feels and when he starts pushing us toward his bed, something else stirs, starting deep in the pit of stomach, spearing through my chest.
"You're sure about this?" I ask when he steps away to sit on his bed, his cheeks flushed red as he worries his bottom lip. He keeps his gaze downcast, embarrassed or shy – I'm not sure but he's doing a phenomenal job of making me obsessed with him.
Slowly, as if in answer to my question, he unzips his sweater.
The rise and fall of his chest, the fine, shallow ridges on muscles along his abdomen makes my breath catch.
It's like I'm suddenly a man who has been lost in the desert stumbling upon the first drink of clean water and a buffet all in one.
"I'm sure," he says in a voice so low it doesn't sound like him at all. "I want this."
Eliminating all space between us, I crush our lips together in a fervent kiss, his arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me down until I'm on top of him and we're grabbing at each other like it's the last night on earth.
My shirt disappears to the floor. His shorts go flying over the foot of the bed and his underwear follows not long after.
Through it all, we hardly break the kiss or disentangle from each other, too desperate to feel every inch of one another.
His legs are wrapped tight around my waist, my hands exploring every inch of his body, smooth skin over firm muscle, memorizing every dip and curve, my obsession growing the longer I dwell on how fucking perfect he fits into my arms.
"I've never done this before," he whispers breathlessly as I lower him back onto the mattress. His lips are red and swollen, soft puffs of air brushing mine as I peering down at him, our faces inches apart.
He's hard as rock beneath me, his erection pressing into my stomach.
I fake a quiet gasp of playful surprise. "Conner, how come you didn't say you're a virgin?"
"Shut up," he laughs quietly, embarrassment tinging his words and face. "You know what I mean."
"Are you scared?"
He shakes his head. "Maybe a little, I guess. Is it going to hurt?"
My heart melts at the worry in his voice and when he looks up at me with those shining green eyes, I no better than mush in his embrace.
Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I rock back and peer down at him. My cock twitches within the confines of my pants, the tent there a restricting prison.
He's more beautiful than I imagined. Tousled blonde hair and flushed face, red swollen lips.
It's enough to make my cock twitch restlessly, begging to get a sweet taste of him, and still, more torture lies beyond as my eyes trail the length of his naked body.
He's still wearing that jacket which hides his arms from view but leaves everything else on display – the beautiful column of his neck and bobbing Adam's apple when he swallows, those sharp collar bones leading down to a defined chest and hard nipples.
For a moment, I'm hypnotized by the rise and fall of his abdomen as he breathes heavily.
My gaze drifts lower, his cock twitching in response to my attention, precum leaking from the tip.
An agonized groan rips out of me as I adjust myself, trying to ease the ache in my crotch.
It doesn't help. It just gets worse especially when Jace shifts the tiniest bit to adjust his legs resting on either side of me.
Snapping my gaze back up, the cheeky little shit has been looking at me the entire time, gauging my reactions and getting off on it.
He's got a smug little smirk on his lips, green eyes dark with lust while he keeps his hands lazily resting on his stomach, mere inches from his dripping cock.
"See something you like, Daniels?"
Dark amusement shadows my gaze. Leaning over him, I slip my fingers around his cock, gripping tight. He squeaks in surprise, biting down on his bottom lip, our faces inches away as his fingers dig into my biceps.
"Teasing me, Conner?" I whisper against his cheek, pressing my thumb into the tip of his cock and rubbing his cum over the tip.
His eyes roll and his back arches. I start a rhythm of punishing strokes.
"I'd like it more if you were completely naked.
Lost in the haze of sex after having your brains fucked out of you and that sassy little mouth choking on my cock. "
A loud gasp followed by a whimper tumbles out of him and I cover his mouth with mine, eating up every sound he makes until he's shuddering out breathy sounds and clutching his pillow for dear life.
"But for now, I'll take it easy on you. We'll go slow."
"Why? Think I won't be able to handle it?"
He throws his head back, a strangled moan filling the air when I pinch his nipple. He slaps a hand over his mouth, as I laugh quietly at his reaction.
Slipping a hand around his throat, I quicken the pace of my strokes as his eyes roll shut, his body shuddering and trembling.
"You should see yourself." He covers my hand with his.
"This is the minimum and you're close to having an orgasm.
" Tightening my grip on his throat, keeping the punishing rhythm of strokes, I lean in close until my lips are ghosting his, harsh breaths falling against my skin.
His eyes flutter open, tear-filled and glazed over, he peers up me with such intensity that it steals air from my lungs and wipes my mind.
"You've never been fucked by a guy, Conner. What makes you think you can handle what I do the first time? I've got to ease you in."
"You're an asshole, Daniels," he rasps out. "I'm not weak."
Chuckling, my voice softens as I drop a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling my nose against his ear.
He shudders again, wrapping his arms and legs around me.
"I've never thought of you as weak. But I have to admit, baby," I whisper, my lips brushing his cheek.
Jace tightens his arms around me, a delicious realization dawning on me.
He's got a kink for being called baby during sex.
"I enjoy seeing you this way. On the verge of coming apart completely, losing control over this sexy body at getting jerked off. You're so sensitive, I could come from the thought of it. In fact, I bet you'll burst just from penetration, baby."
His body convulses and the strongest reaction yet overwhelms him as an orgasm grips him tight.
Jace's breathing turns harsh and he struggles to gain control, blowing air out through his mouth.
His eyes slam shut, his mouth falling open and I release his neck to clamp my hand over his mouth just as a scream rips out of him.
His hands cover mine, shaky fingers tracing the lengths of mine slapped over his mouth as he comes hard, squirting over my hand and onto his stomach.
Completely out of it and delirious, Jace slumps into the pillow breathing hard. His arms lie limp at his sides and legs twitch from the force of the orgasm, a bit of drool on the side of his face.
Over his heavy breathing, I listen closely for any sign of movement throughout the house. His parents' bedroom isn't too far from his and the last thing either of us need is for one of them to wake up, barge in, and find us like this.
Luckily, I don't hear anything. Just the muffled snores from their room down the hallway, the quiet whirring of appliances and the air-conditioning units throughout the house.
He's finally coming to, opening his eyes and finding his bearings, the sight of him naked and covered in cum reminding me of the tent between my legs and the horrible ache I've suppressed until now.