Chapter Nine #3
Jace kissed back with just as much fervor.
Giving as good as he got and damn was it a lot.
There wasn’t too much teeth or spit or anything like that.
Just a natural push and pull, like neither of them were willing to give up control of the kiss.
Then, slowly, it turned deeper. They slowed down, lips exploring each other almost softly compared to before.
Jace’s mouth buzzed and his head spun a little.
They made out for longer than he had ever before, earning each other.
They pulled apart slowly as Jace tried to pull his ragged breath under control.
He blinked slowly, looking over Myah’s head to finally take in their surroundings.
It looked exactly as he’d expect for a dingy mall bathroom.
Graffiti splattered the walls, the tile was missing in the far corner, and the toilet was releasing a constant hum from a broken handle.
“It’s… dirty in here.” Jace observed, mind gone blank from the heated kiss.
Myah couldn’t suppress a giggle before she bit her already pink lips, “We could, ah, make it dirtier.”
She slipped one finger through a loop in Jace’s pants, tugging him lightly back towards her. She took two steps back until she was pressed flush against the single sink. Jace leaned down to her and captured her mouth in another kiss, licking into her mouth as it fell open in a wanton moan.
Jace put his hands under her thighs and hefted her up onto the sink without breaking their kiss. Myah let out another breathy giggle, wiggling up and situating herself on the sink more comfortably.
“Okay, Mr. Muscles,” she breathed into the side of his neck before placing a few kisses there.
“Yeah, you like that?” He asked, digging his fingers into the sides of her thighs hard enough for her to let out a little squeal.
She nipped down on his neck in retaliation, then hitched her hips forward, rubbing tantalizingly against his groin. He let out a low moan before meeting her in rhythm with her next motion. They both ground forwards for a moment completely enthralled in the feel of each other’s bodies.
Jace wasn't the type of guy to have sex in a bathroom, but he’d be damned if he ever missed an opportunity like this with a girl like Myah.
He slid both of his hands up and pushed Myah’s tight little mini skirt up, exposing a tiny black thong. Her head fell back as she let out another breathy yet appreciative groan.
“Oh my god, you are going to kill me.” He whined, backing up slightly to get a better look.
“What? My panties?” Myah looked up at him from under those heavy black lashes and her little tongue snuck out to lick her bottom lip.
“Yeah, these.” Jace curled two fingers under the side of her thong and pulled up. He let it snap back down and Myah released a small gasp. “They’re all for me, aren’t they?”
Myah set her hands on Jace’s shoulders and let her legs fall open further in lieu of a reply.
Jace didn't need to be told twice. Instead, he pulled the thong to the side, taking in the fact that she had the cutest little patch of blonde curls hiding under there.
Reverently, he reached out to touch as Myah made encouraging sounds, tugging on his shoulders.
“And here I almost thought it would be pink down here too.” Jace teased, finally making contact with her sex.
“Oh, shut up.” She groaned, curling forwards and pushing her hips up to meet his fingers.
Jace rubbed light circles around her clit, revering the feeling.
He almost couldn’t believe this was happening.
With great effort, he tore his gaze away from her face, focusing back on his task.
He continued to swirl his two fingers, pushing a little harder as she made encouraging sounds.
He couldn’t see much from his standing position, so he blindly slid his palm forwards.
The heel of it rested on her clit, so he was free to explore further with his fingers.
Jace slipped just one in at first, finger crooked in a way that he hoped she liked.
Myah’s head fell forwards to his shoulder, her face turned towards him.
She kept letting out little pants at his ministrations, breathy noises and air in his ear.
He rubbed his palm against her clit with more force and pushed another finger in.
Myah started to push her hips forwards and then backwards, dragging his fingers out of her slightly, before practically slamming them back in.
“Yeah, baby,” he purred. “Use me. Ride my fingers ‘til you get off.”
Myah didn’t really seem like she needed an invitation for that. She set a pace that kept getting faster, pushing herself to the edge. She started to get louder, choosing to bite down on Jace’s shoulder to keep quiet.
Fuck, this was hot.
She whined into his shoulder and Jace chuckled a bit. “What pretty girl? You need my help too?”
“F-fuck off!” She pushed down rather aggressively in reply.
“It’s okay, I won’t make you ask for it,” Jace cooed, crooking his fingers to search out that special spot.
Myah came apart as Jace rubbed inside. Wet tricked down his wrist as she nearly vibrated off of the sink.
Her vagina spasmed around his fingers, like she didn’t want to let go and Jace couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the accomplishment.
Myah panted for a bit longer before declawing her nails from his shoulders.
Jace placed a kiss right onto her forehead, just to hear her laugh about it.
“Okay, my turn. Let me return the favor,” Myah purred, hopping down from the sink rather gracefully.
Jace had half a mind to protest, to say that it was okay, she didn’t need to do anything in return.
But before he could even open his mouth, she had her fingers hooked in his belt loops again and he watched as she sank to her knees in front of him.
Jace thought he was hard before, but now he was practically straining against his pants.
Any thought of protest fled his mind as Myah looked up at him.
She deftly unbuttoned his pants and shoved her hand in, wrapping around him with little ceremony.
“Myah!” He yelped, nearly jolting forwards.
“What! Let me see!” Myah said, exasperated. “Do you not want me to blow you? Really, I’m doing you a favor here, do you know how dirty these floors probably are?”
That didn’t sound super appealing.
“Myah! You don’t have to be down there if you don’t want to!” Jace would never let her do something she didn’t want.
“Oh my god. Are you not into me?” Myah’s hands had fallen to her lap, her face screwed up like she was going to cry or something.
“What? No! I am very, very into you. Very into this!” Jace had no idea how they had gotten here. “I just want you to be comfortable. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want, or like, even kind of don’t want.”
Myah’s eyes flooded with tears.
Oh, no. Oh, no!
“Myah! I really like you, what’s happening?” Jace cupped her face in both of his hands, tilting her head up.
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” She stubbornly brushed away any sign of crying. “I’m fine. I'm normal. You’re the weirdo that doesn’t want a blow job.”
What!
Myah sniffled a bit.
“I am not weird! I would very much like a blow job, but, like maybe this isn’t the moment. Maybe you should get up off the floor or something.” Jace wanted things to stop spiraling out of his control.
“I don’t understand you,” said Myah, the most confusing girl in the world. “I thought… I thought maybe you didn’t want me because you actually didn’t like me or something.”
“What! No! You honestly just kind of startled me at first. I wasn’t trying to be off putting or anything.”
“Oh my god, you ruined the mood.” She lamented, finally (finally!) smiling again.
“Me!” Jace squawked.
“Yes, you. Because you are a weirdo and it’s confusing.” She got up, back to her feet and dusted off her knees. “Like, who doesn’t want a blow job?”
“I do! I mean I did!” Jace put both his hands over his face and groaned.
This was embarrassing.
Myah was staring at him, eyes no longer wet thankfully.
“Come here,” Jace demanded and wrapped both of his arms around her.
He held her tight, squeezing as if that could portray how much he really did like her. As if it could make the last few minutes disappear. He really couldn’t tell what was going on in her head but he didn’t want her to feel rejected. He only wanted her to be comfortable and not pressured.
How does he say any of this outloud?
“Myah, I really, really like you. So much. I will take a rain check on any returned sexual favors. Maybe in a cleaner spot or something, ok?”
Myah sighed and her whole body went limp, swaying forwards in his hold. “Fine, I believe you. I’m sorry, I’m crazy.”
“You are not crazy.”