Jace & Sol
Jace drug Sol into the elevator, crushing her against the wall, his mouth on her in seconds. She drug the breath from him, leaving him gasping, wanting for more. He pulled back staring at her, watching her gasping, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, head tilted to him.
He wished they weren’t in the elevator, he wanted her so desperately. It was almost more than he could do to control himself from pushing the emergency stop and just taking her on the floor of the elevator right then.
But, he was a gentleman, and his momma has raised him right. Public sex wasn’t his thing, it never had been. He sure wished this damned thing would speed up though, it was moving too slow for his taste.
Finally it reached their floor and he picked Sol up, flinging her over his shoulder, impatience written on his face as she beat against his back, giggling and yelling for him to let her down. Annoyed, he slapped her ass, causing her to gasp and moan as she gripped his hips.
Jace smiled, remembering earlier when she hadn’t protested his spanking her either. Tonight would be a long night, full of exploration and boundary pushing. He only hoped Sol was up to it.
He unlocked the door and pushed through, it bouncing off the wall with the force he shoved it open with, before his quick strides down the short hall brought him to the bed, where he dropped Sol, before stripping his shirt off. He grinned when she gasped at the sight of him.
“Everything okay? You look like you’re about to die.” Crawling up the bed, Jace ran his hands up her arms, bringing them with him, to pin above her head, trapping her slightly quivering body beneath his. All Sol could do was nod at him.
Jace admired the view below him. Sol was already panting, he lips parted, breaths coming in short shallow bursts. Her eyes were heavily lidded, barely parted as she stared at him, just a hint of her violet contacts showing through the small slit of an opening.
He pushed against her, grinding. Sol moaned, attempting to open her trapped legs. Jace adjusted, ever so slightly, letting her legs free so he could settle between hers, letting her wrap hers around him.
The lacey shirt brushed against his chest as he moved, reaching back to grab a leg as he crushed his mouth to hers, demanding entry with his tongue. Sol opened her mouth with a greedy eagerness, built from all the teasing of the day.
At this point neither knew how long they would last, but they were determined to make this worth every second they were together.
Jace released Sol’s arms and instinctively she buried her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. He growled against the tingling he felt in his scalp as it raced to his ever growing manhood, making Sol gasp as he pushed against her. He refused to be the only one losing their mind.
Pulling back from their kiss he looked down on her, lips bruised from the heat of their kiss, breathing even more ragged than before, eyes dazed. “Take them out. I want to see your real eyes. Not the hidden ones.” he whispered against her neck, kissing to her collarbone. “Please, Sunshine.”
Sol pushed against him lightly, pointing to her purse.
He nodded and let her up, watching as she took out the contacts that hid the natural beauty of her hazel eyes.
As soon as she had put the contact case back in her purse he had his arms wrapped around her waist, and was pulling her back onto the bed beside him.
She giggled as she fell against him, careful not to land on him, still wary of her long lost weight. Sensing her discomfort Jace took her face in his hands and kissed her slowly, passionately until he felt the unease melt away from the woman beside him.
Running his hands along her body, he caught the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up, but Sol stopped him.
Opening his eyes he pulled back and looked at her.
Fear danced through the bright eyes staring back at him.
How he wished to understand the fear in those eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled Sol against him and ran his fingers up and down her back.
“I know you want this as much as me, but you have something blocking you. You can tell me you need time, that you don’t want to do this tonight.
I will understand. I’m not just here to fuck and run.
Talk to me babydoll. We need to make this right.
For you, for me, for us. What's wrong?” Jace put his finger under her chin to bring her face to his, his heartbreaking to see the tears running down her face.
“I’ve always been that conquest. The fat chick that was easy. The bet between buddies to see how long it would take to get in her pants. David was my first real boyfriend after high school and he fucked me over. I’m scared you are going to see the scars of my past and run.
“That you will see I am not perfect, I have stretch marks, scars from skin removal surgery, and not all of my scars are physical. A lot are mental. I did this crazy weightloss thing for David, hoping he would be proud enough of me to take me on stage, only to find out he was banging groupies behind my back.” Jace pulled Sol tighter to him, rolling her on top of him, as the sobs overtook her body.
“I’m just scared that you will see them and run.
That I will never be good enough for anyone again.
For a relationship, or for even a one-night stand. ”
Jace held her to him as her confessions washed over them, her tears, sobs, fears. As it all fell over them like a blanket weight and lifted. The room smelled fresher, she felt lighter as her sobs subsided, all while he held her to him. This lost and broken women, clinging to him.
He was broken too, but not in the way she was. He ran his hand over her face, drying her tears along his way.
“Baby, we’re all broken. All of us. I’ve told you some, but not it all.
Abused, battered, mistreated. I ran. I was found, but I have never been whole.
I slept with women because that was the ‘rockstar life,’ and how things were done.
I swore off groupies because of Christina, yes, but also because I was tired of not having something.
I need a connection with someone. I want a connection with someone now.
“I think I found that with you. I don’t care what you look like under those clothes, Sol.
We connected on a different level. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel it when I pulled you onstage.
That spark. It wasn’t the crowd. It was me.
” he pulled her to him, kissing her, wrapping his fingers in her braids, bringing is other hand down to her back, pushing her against him.
“I’ll wait if you need to, if you have too.
But, just know, I haven’t wanted a woman, girl, anyone like this since I was in high school and full of hormones.
I want you, Sol. There’s a reason you were picked outta the crowd.
” Nuzzling her neck he let her take the time she needed to absorb everything he had told her as he rubbed her back.
Slowly, Sol stopped crying, her sobs becoming less and less. Jace just lay there, letting her tears run their course.
“I’m sorry,” her breath whispered across his damp chest. “I didn’t mean to have a melt down. I haven’t been with anyone since I left David.”
He hugged Sol to him, hugging her close, reassuring her it was fine. Sol moved, straddling him, before brushing light kisses against his chest. Jace growled at her, grabbing her hips and thrusting upward. She had brought him roaring back to life in an instant, and he wanted her to know.
Jace watched her work, gasping as she bit his nipple, her fingers running down to the waist of his pants, nimbly undoing them, letting him springfree as she worked them down his hips. He laughed as she gasped at the sight of him naked.
Reaching down he waved his dick at her. “Not what you thought it would be?” he raised his eyebrow.
“It’s… wow…” Sol gasped, stuttering. Jace jumped from the bed and tried to grab Sol, who ran from him. He grinned. “I think it’s only fair that you know these games turn me on.” and lunged for her.
Sol tried to bolt again only to be caught in Jace’s strong arms, and pulled against his naked body.
“Mm, leather, my favorite,” he said as he ran his fingers down her, over her mound and between her legs, eliciting a gasp. “Now, one of us is over dressed. Who do you think it is?” Jace bit her neck, marking her as his, bringing her to her knees.
“Normally this would be were I prefer my women, but I want you laid out on the bed. We just need to adjust a few things.” Smiling, Jace removed her top, revealing her black lace bra, and the pooch of her belly, still covered in stretch marks, which Sol immediately tried to cover up.
Tsking at her, Jace pulled her to her feet and grabbed her arms, kissing her as her pulled them above her head. “I don’t want you to hide from me Sol. I want to see every inch of your body.”
He kissed her, “every,” kissed her throat, “beautiful,” the tops of each breast, “inch,” her rippled stomach, “of,” before unzipping and pulling her pants down, to rest over her shoes, kissing the patch of lace covering the apex of her thighs. “You.”
Tipping her back on the bed Jace pulled her shoes and pants the rest of the way off, leaving her laying there in nothing put her underwear. Looking at the woman before him, he made up his mind to take tonight slow, to explore her body, and not make tonight about himself.
Tonight would be about no one but Sol. Carefully he made his way up the bed, kissing every stretch mark and scar he found along the way.
Jace listened to every sigh and moan as Sol sang the song of her body and he conducted it to new highs, not stopping until she sang out his name, riding the wave he had helped her build.
“Holy shit, that was… I have no words.” Sol gasped as Jace slid up her body and planted a kiss on her mouth.
“Are you ready for the finale?” Jace asked, a grin on his face as he removed her bra and panties, laying her fully bare before him. “You are beautiful, and dear hell, don’t you ever fucking forget it. Do you understand me?”
Sol nodded, spreading her legs as Jace settled between them, the head of his shaft resting at her entrance.
Jace gazed into her eyes as he slid home, gasping as his eyes closed involuntarily, stars exploding behind his eyelids.
He stilled, waiting for his body to calm so that he didn’t explode right then.
Jace opened his eyes and looked down at Sol, who reached for him, grasping his shoulders as if her life depended on him, and she wasn’t letting go. Jace set a slow and steady pace, not letting the tightening of her legs drive him into a frenzy, or break him.
This was for her, not him. Every gasp, every moan of pleasure drawn out was for her, not him. Every quake and quiver he drew out of her body, every wave of pleasure that washed over them, was for her. For her to know she was wanted, needed, and special.
Finally, Sol cried out his name, begging him to ride the waves with her. “Are you sure?” he gasped, thrusting forward.
“Please,” the strangled moan that came from her was enough to drive him over the edge and into oblivion. With a final thrust, Jace growled, biting into the pillow by Sol’s head as he poured into her, collapsing in exhaustion and bliss.
Kissing her in the shoulder he rolled over and pulled her against him, listening to the soft sounds of her moaning in her almost instant sleep, before he drifted into sleep filled with her moans and cries of pleasure.