Chapter 13 Jace #2
Her breathing eventually slows and the crying subsides into occasional hitches, and when she finally pulls back to look at me, her eyes are red and swollen but clearer than they were. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually this unstable."
"You just committed career suicide and fled federal custody." My voice is calm because I'm not trying to rattle her again. "Being unstable is appropriate, given the circumstances."
"What do we do now?" she asks, and it's oddly comfortable as she slides her arms around my chest and returns the embrace. I didn't mean to end up this way, but once again she needed comfort and here I am, wrapped up in her.
"Now, you calm down. Now, you relax. We don't have to think about anything else for as long as it takes you to get your nervous system settled.
" It can be days, but it can't be weeks.
I won't tell her what happens to me if I don't get back to Barone by Christmas with a confirmation of the list. All hell will break loose.
"Okay," she says, sighing, but I still feel how tense she is.
"Well, what do you do to relax when you commit a felony?
" Sabine stares up at me with wide eyes and an open heart, and I don't have the guts to tell her the truth.
What I do is stupid and reckless, and given how sketchy my position is with Barone, it's not going to happen.
Drinking myself stupid isn't a good idea.
"I, uh… Sometimes I…" I'm not sure what to say here. I feel tongue tied.
"Well, spit it out. It's not like I think you do yoga or something." Sabine is taking a stab at using humor to calm herself, and it's arousing. Even in her shock, she's tapping into her training and trying to pull herself together.
"Well," I tell her, starting to collect myself and get an idea, "I could think of something that would help us both relax, but I'm not sure how smart it is."
She doesn't look away. Not when I find myself looking down at those full, plump lips, not when I feel my dick twitch and inadvertently grind my hips against her thigh, and not when I let the palm of my hand smooth over her ass and grab her.
She lifts up on her tip toes and kisses me hesitantly, watching my eyes the whole time. And I don't pull back. I let her kiss me softly, then watch for my reaction, and then she kisses me again.
I take the kiss deeper, letting her feel who’s in charge now. My hand tightens on her ass, pulling her flush against me so she can’t miss how hard I already am.
“Easy, sweetheart,” I murmur against her mouth. “You want to feel better? Then you let me take care of everything. You don't need to think about anything. Just do exactly what I say.”
She nods and watches me as I start backing her up.
“Good girl.” I walk her backward until her shoulders meet the wall beside the door. “Hands flat right here.” I guide her palms to the peeling paint above her head. “Don’t move them until I tell you.”
Her fingers splay obediently and the position lifts her chest, makes her arch just enough to press into me.
I start with the hem of her uniform shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, kissing every inch of skin I uncover.
“Look at you,” I praise, voice low. “Shaking already and I’ve barely touched you.
You need this, don’t you? Need me to make it all quiet in that pretty head of yours? ”
“Yes,” she whispers. "God, Jace…"
I push that stiff cotton off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground and her sports bra is next. I hook my fingers under the band and drag it up, watching her breasts spill free. My mouth waters.
“Beautiful,” I breathe, cupping them, thumbs brushing her nipples until they tighten. “You have no idea how sexy you are, soldier."
She whimpers when I lean down and take one into my mouth, sucking slow and firm, tongue flicking until her knees buckle. I steady her with a hand on her waist.
“Stay still now, sweetheart. Let me taste what’s mine.”
I switch sides, lavishing the same attention until she’s panting, hips rocking for friction I refuse to give yet. Only when she’s trembling do I sink lower, kissing down her stomach while I pop the button on her slacks.
“Lift,” I order, tapping her hip. She raises one foot, then the other, letting me strip the fabric and panties away in one motion. I stay on my knees, looking up the length of her naked body.
“Spread your legs a little wider. Show me how much you want to please me.”
She steps out instantly, thighs parting. I reward her with a slow kiss to the inside of one knee, then the other, working higher.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur against her skin.
“So obedient when you’re desperate. You’re going to keep those hands right where they are while I decide exactly how I’m going to ruin you tonight.
” I stay on my knees between her thighs, palms gliding up the backs of her legs until my thumbs brush the soft crease where thigh meets hip.
She’s trembling, beautiful little shivers that make her breasts quiver.
“Such a perfect girl,” I praise as I place more kisses on her heated skin. “Standing so still for me, letting me look as long as I want. You have no idea how sexy you are like this, do you?”
A soft whimper escapes her. I reward it by leaning in and dragging my tongue in one slow, flat stripe up her center. She jolts, but her hands stay glued to the wall exactly where I put them.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her with hot breath. “Don’t move those hands, sweetheart. You move when I say, you come when I say, and right now I’m going to taste every inch of this sweet pussy until you’re begging me to let you fall apart.”
I lick again, slower, parting her with the tip of my tongue, circling her clit once, twice, then sealing my lips around it and sucking gently. Her thighs shake harder. I slide my hands to cup her ass, holding her open for me.
“Listen to you,” I hum, thrilled. “Already making those little sounds I love. You’re gonna give me so many tonight.”
I slide two fingers inside her in one smooth push. She’s molten, clenching instantly, and the broken moan she lets out is pure music. I curl my fingers, stroke that spot that makes her knees buckle, and keep my mouth on her clit, flicking and swirling in perfect rhythm.
“Look at you taking my fingers so perfectly,” I praise between long licks. “So greedy and still so obedient. My good girl deserves to come, doesn’t she?”
“Please… please…” It’s barely a whisper.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” I ease my fingers out, ignoring her desperate whine, and stand. She watches me with wide, glassy eyes as I strip off my shirt, toe off my boots, shove jeans and boxer-briefs down in one motion. My cock springs free, and her gaze drops to it like she’s starving.
“Eyes up here,” I remind gently, tipping her chin. “You’ll get it when you’ve earned it.”
Then I step in close, letting her feel every inch of me pressed against her thigh. “Turn around, sweetheart. Hands back on the wall, pretty ass out for me.”
She spins instantly, arching her back without being told twice. I groan at the sight.
“Christ, look at you offering yourself like that. You’re going to make me lose my mind.” I run both palms over her cheeks, spread her gently, then lean down and lick a hot stripe from her clit all the way up and over that tight, forbidden ring of muscle. She cries out, startled and needy.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” I soothe, kissing the dimple at the base of her spine. “Going to open you up nice and slow, make you feel so good you forget every worry in that gorgeous head.”
I sink to my knees again, spread her with my thumbs, and lick her ass in slow, filthy circles until she’s shaking and pushing back against my tongue. Only then do I ease one slick finger inside her pussy and start thrusting.
“That’s my perfect girl,” I breathe, working it deeper. “Feel how good you are at taking what I give you?”
She nods frantically, breath hitching as I add a second finger, scissoring them until she's bucking and whimpering.
“Listen to those pretty noises,” I praise, pumping my fingers deeper. “You’re doing so beautifully for me. Going to make this sweet little pussy ready for my cock, and when I slide inside you’re going to come so hard you see stars.”
She’s babbling now, soft pleas and my name and yes, please, yes. I add a third finger, slow twist and thrust, and her whole body goes taut.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I whisper, curling my fingers just right, rubbing her clit faster. “Show me how perfect you are when you let go.”
The orgasm rips through her like lightning. She cries out, long and broken, clenching hard around my fingers, pulsing again and again while I talk her through every wave.
“That’s it… gorgeous… keep coming for me… milk my fingers just like that…”
When the last tremor fades, I ease my fingers free, stand, and slick my cock with the moisture from my hand. Then I press the head against her entrance and lean over her back, kissing between her shoulder blades.
“Ready for me, love?” I murmur. “I'm gonna fill you up now—make you feel so full, so owned, so perfectly mine.”
She pushes back, desperate. “Please… I need you…”
I slide in slowly, watching every inch disappear into her impossibly tight heat. She takes me beautifully, breath catching, body yielding until I’m seated to the hilt and we’re both shaking.
“God, baby… you feel incredible,” I groan, holding still so she can adjust. “Taking every inch like you were made for it. My perfect, perfect girl.”
I start to move, long, deep strokes that drag over every nerve, one hand sliding around to keep rubbing her clit in steady circles. And all the while I feel her pulsing and fluttering around me until I'm on the edge and going mad with lust.
“You’re going to come again for me,” I promise against her ear. “Going to come with my cock buried in your little pussy while I tell you how proud I am of you. Can you do that? Can you give me one more?”
She nods, whimpering, and I feel her start to tighten already.
“That’s it… let it build… let me have everything…”
She comes first.
Her breath catches sharp, then shatters.
Her whole body locks, then releases in hard, rolling spasms. I feel every single one—tight, desperate clenches that squeeze me over and over, pulling me deeper.
She moans my name in broken pieces, thighs shaking, back bowing, fingers clawing at the wall as wave after wave crashes through her.
That’s all it takes. It pulls me under and I snap. Each pulse shoots through me like fire, leaving me shaking, groaning low against her skin, arms clamped around her until the last shudder fades and we’re both trembling, spent, still locked together.
The waves of pleasure make me feel tingly, and I feel drunk on her body and the attraction I have to her. And I know now that I'm not letting this woman go. Not for Bryan, not for the police, and definitely not for Barone.
Sabine Hart is mine now, whether she likes it or not.