Chapter 17 #2
“You don’t have to hold back,” he whispers, his lips now grazing my ear. “I want to hear you.”
God, his voice alone sends another wave of heat through me, and when his fingers circle me again, I can’t help but let out a low moan. My thighs tighten around his hand, and he groans softly into my neck, spurred on by my reaction.
His other hand moves up, cupping my breast under the water, his thumb brushing over my nipple. Every touch is deliberate, slow, as if he’s savoring every reaction he pulls from me. I arch into him, needing more, needing everything.
All I can focus on is the way his hands feel, the way his lips trace my skin as if he can’t get enough of me.
“Jace...” I gasp, my breath coming quicker now. He shifts behind me, pulling me tighter against him, his hard cock pressing against the small of my back. I shudder at the sensation, feeling like I’m about to come undone.
“Say it again,” he growls into my ear, his fingers pressing deeper, moving faster.
“Jace,” I moan, the sound of his name tumbling out of my lips like a plea. I can feel the pressure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, and I know I’m close. So close.
He knows it too. His thumb circles me again, and my body trembles. I can’t hold on any longer. With one last thrust of his fingers, everything inside me unravels, my body arching into his as pleasure crashes over me in waves.
I cry out, clutching at his arms, letting myself go completely as he holds me through it, his mouth on my neck, murmuring soft words I can barely make out through the haze.
As I come down, my body limp against him, the water ripples around us.
Jace’s hands still caresses me, his lips pressing soft kisses along my jaw.
I turn my head, our lips meeting, slow and lazy this time. But just as quickly, he pulls back, his eyes dark with lust, but there’s something holding him back. I can feel it in the way his breath shudders against my cheek, the way his hands tremble ever so slightly on my hips.
“Are you sure you want this? Want me?” His voice is low, almost unsure, like he’s afraid of what comes next.
I don’t even have to think about it. I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice more confident than I feel, but I know it’s true. “I want you.”
His eyes search mine, a storm of emotions flickering through them. “But…Ben—”
“Jace,” I cut him off, reaching up to cup his face, forcing him to look at me. “I want you.”
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his, guiding him, needing him.
His hesitation dissolves as he kisses me back, hard and hungry.
Every touch is so achingly familiar. I can’t believe it’s been years since I last saw him.
It’s like no time has passed between us, and we’re still the two love-sick teens who would fuck at every opportunity.
His grip tightens on my waist as he shifts, lining himself up, his length pressing against me. He pauses, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but I don’t wait. I push myself onto him, gasping as he finally fills me with his cock.
The sensation makes me dizzy, the feeling of him stretching me, deep and overwhelming. I moan into his mouth, my body trembling from the intensity. Jace groans, the sound vibrating through me, and his grip on me tightens as if he’s trying to hold back.
I don’t want him to. Jace is aware of every little hitch of my breath, every moan. He knows my body better than I know it myself.
I move against him, taking control, setting the pace.
His breath catches, and for a moment, he just lets me, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every inch.
I rock my hips, sliding him in and out, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through me.
It’s so good, too good, and I know he feels it too.
His forehead presses against mine, his voice strained. “Emily…”
But I don’t stop. I can’t. “Jace,” I breathe, my hands gripping his shoulders as I move faster, harder. “Please…don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He thrusts up into me, matching my movements, the rhythm between us growing frantic. The heat in my pussy builds with every stroke, every gasp, until I feel like I’m going to shatter. My nails dig into his skin, and he groans, gripping me even tighter as he drives deeper, harder.
The pleasure is almost unbearable, my whole body trembling as we move together.
I’m close, so close, and I can tell he is too.
“Emily,” he growls, his voice rough, “I can’t…I’m gonna…”
His words send me over the edge, and I cry out, my body shaking as I find my release. Jace follows me into the abyss, thrusting into me one last time before groaning my name.
We stay like that for a moment, tangled together, our breaths ragged, hearts racing. The water stills around us. The only sound left is the faint hum of the tub jets and our labored breathing.
Jace’s hands slide up my back, his touch tender now. He kisses my forehead, then my temple, and I sink into him, letting the warmth of his body and the water wrap around me like a cocoon.
“I hadn’t meant to do that,” he says, kissing my neck. “I know you’ve been through a lot.”
I shake my head. “You didn’t do anything. I wanted this.”
Jace lifts me effortlessly out of the water, holding me snug against his chest.
My body feels weightless like I’m floating, the warmth of the water still clinging to my skin. I dry off with a towel. Jace then lays me gently on the bed, his touch gentle as he pulls the blanket over me, tucking it around my shoulders.
Jace doesn’t leave, though. He climbs into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms, and I settle against him, my back pressed to his chest. I can’t believe I had made love to Ben, and now I’m here in Jace’s arms. This isn’t who I am. Then what is it about these four men?
I let myself sink into the warmth of his embrace.
The rest can wait.