His body is warm against mine and I glide my hands over the hard planes of his abs. His skin is hot, like the fire that rages below the surface of my skin is also beneath his.
He kisses me and then pulls back.
“Bed first, counter later,” he says brokenly.
Before I can blink, he’s pulling away from me so he’s no longer stretched over me on the counter. He grabs me and picks me up again, and like before, my legs wind around his waist. He carries me over to his bed, still unmade since he just got up.
He sits down with me straddling his lap.
I gasp, surprised when I feel his hardness pressing against me.
“Don’t be so shocked.” His lips tip up. “I’m in a perpetual state of turned on any time you’re around.”
“That so?” I ask, rubbing my fingers of his smooth jaw.
He tips his head and then moves in to my neck, nuzzling against me.
“Confession,” he begins, “I jacked off in that club’s bathroom in Florida.” Shock courses through my system. He pulls back slightly. “Does that bother you?”
“Were you thinking of me?” I ask, my core clenching at the thought of him hunched over in that club bathroom touching himself as he thought of me.
He nods once.
“Does it bother you if I think that’s hot?” I counter.
“Why are you so fucking perfect?” he growls, taking my lips in his. It’s a searing kiss, one I feel all the way to my toes.
I always thought that was a myth—feeling a kiss everywhere, but with Jace, I realize it’s the complete truth. It’s like all my senses are on high alert the moment his lips touch mine.
I rock against him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
I feel content and needy all at once, and it’s a strange combination.
I was ready for this in Florida, and I think he was too but he was scared, but there is no fear now. Not for either of us.
My hands are on both sides of his face and I kiss him back with everything I have. I want him to feel how much I want this, how much I crave him, just the way he is. He’s intense and controlling and desperate and I don’t want him to hold back. I want it all because I’m the same way and I want to finally unleash that part of myself that he awakens. I spent too much of my life pretending to be a good and sweet but that’s not the real me.
“Don’t go easy,” I whisper against his lips.
His hand fists in the back of my hair, pulling my head back. “Never.”
I close my eyes, my body shaking with desire and we haven’t even done anything yet.
He awakens something in me that’s always been there, lying dormant, waiting for me to meet my match.
I don’t know where we’ll go from here, we’re two broken people trying to piece ourselves together, but maybe with each other’s help we can make something beautiful out of our messes.
Jace kisses me with a ferocious vigor, his lips bruising against mine. His hands find their way under my shirt, and he doesn’t stop until he finds the undersides of my breasts. He makes this desperate groaning sound and I fucking own that. I love knowing I undo him the same way he undoes me.
I arch into him, my body unconsciously begging for more.
He curves his head against my neck, and I feel his lips press against the spot where my pulse races.
My fingers grasp at his hair and his hands cup my breasts fully. Nothing has ever felt this good before, not even that morning in the hotel. Something tells me if we keep this up it’s only going to get better and better.
I roll my hips against his and air hisses between his teeth. His eyes are at half-mast and he looks like he’s fighting to maintain his composure.
He moves suddenly and pins me to the bed with his large body.
I shake with excitement as I watch him with wide eyes, body coiled with anticipation.
He edges up my shirt, removing it slowly, but when my breasts come into view it’s like he loses all that control he was trying so hard to hold on to.
He tears at my shirt and I’m forced to sit up and help him get it off before he rips it. It’s like he’s lost to his desire, a maniac, and I fucking love it.
Seeing him unravel before me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
He moves down my body, his lips leaving an icy trail in their wake. I shiver, my toes curling and back bowing.
He presses his lips to the inside of my thigh and his lust-darkened eyes meet mine. The green depths brew with a storm of emotion. He looks like he wants to devour me, and I’ll gladly let him.
My breath quickens and his hands glide up my stomach, his fingers pressing into my skin with enough pressure to bruise.
I swallow past the lump in my throat—the lump that I’m sure is my heart as it frantically tries to escape the confines of my chest.
His eyes leave a searing trail on my body as he stares at me. It’s like he sees right through me, straight to the bone.
I bite my lip as he grabs at my sleep shorts.
I shake my head and use my foot to shove against his chest.
He grins as he towers above me. My hair is splattered around my shoulders and I try not to think about the fact that my top half is completely naked. I want to be confident in my boldness.
“You first,” I say, and I’m surprised by how clear and confident my voice sounds. The last time I was left completely naked and emotionally raw. No way am I going to be the first one to get naked this time.
Jace’s lips tip up in a smirk and I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.
He spreads his arms out at his sides. “Undress me, then.”
“Wh-What?” I stutter, staring up at him.
“You heard me.” He bends so he’s now hover over me, bracing his weight on each of his hands pressed to the bed beside me. He ducks his head, bringing his lips to my ear. “Take what you want, Nova.”
I shiver. He eases back and stands before me again.
I sit up slowly, my hair falling forward to hide my breasts.
Fear clogs my arteries and my whole body freezes.
Take what you want. His words echo through my skull like a ball in a pinball machine.
Taking what I want has never come easy for me, and it’s always come with consequences. But I’m an adult now, and I don’t see what consequence I could possibly have to worry about in this scenario, other than a broken heart, and seeing as mine’s already been broken beyond repair I can strike that off my list.
Jace’s lips part as he watches me, his eyes hooded.
He’s incredibly sexy. I’ve always known it. It’s more than his looks too—even though he’s hardly lacking there with sculpted cheekbones and full lips and those fuck-me eyes—there’s just something about him that draws you in even when he’s pushing you away. He’s enigmatic and entirely beautiful.
“You’re staring.” His deep voice breaks through my thoughts.
“I’m taking what I want,” I throw his words back at him, “and right now, I want to look at you.”
He fights a grin. “Like what you see?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. My eyes run from the top of his sandy head, down his tattooed arm, over his muscular chest, and stop at the band of his sweatpants where the faintest hint of his black boxer-briefs peek out.
My breath catches.
There’s no going back from this. I know I should stop this right here and right now, but I can’t.
Take what you want.
I lick my lips and drop to my knees. A startled sound leaves his throat as I pull down his pants and underwear in one swoop.
I press my lips together, intimidated by the size of him.
I’m suddenly reminded of my extremely limited sexual encounters.
I’ve had sex plenty of times, but only with one guy, whereas Jace is known by everyone as having no shortage of women come to his bed. I begin to worry that I won’t be good enough for him and the last thing I want is to be a sucky lay.
“Wh
at are you thinking?” he asks, his voice husky. His fingers curl into my hair and he tips my head back. My eyes flicker to his hard cock. “It won’t bite,” he says with a slight grin. “But I might.” His teeth flash in the morning light pouring in from the window.
My tongue is lodged in my throat and speaking feels impossible. I don’t even know what I’d say if I could speak.
I hear the ocean crashing against the sand, and I wonder where the sound is coming from since we don’t live near the beach. I realize quickly that it’s the blood rushing through my body. I’ve never been so scared or turned on in my life.
He grasps my chin. “You’re scared,” he comments. “Why?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
He stands in front of me, me still on my knees, and assesses the situation. “Do you want me to tell you what I want you do? Would that make you feel better?”
Would it? I don’t know? I hate feeling so naïve. Normally, I crave control, but in one of my most vulnerable moments all I want is to hand the reins over to him.
I nod.
He wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue and his Adam’s apple bobs.
“Wrap your hand around the base of my cock,” he instructs, and I do as he says. The muscles in his stomach jump at my touch and he breathes heavily. “Good,” he praises. He reaches down and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Now add your mouth, sweetheart.”
I do as he says and wrap my mouth around the tip. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve given a blowjob. I was young and inexperienced then, and frankly, I didn’t like it. I’m still inexperienced but I am a little older and I’m with someone else so I’m hoping that will make it better.
“Like that,” he encourages when I take him deeper.
I shake with nerves, and I’m sure he notices but he doesn’t comment on it, for which I’m thankful.
I take him as deep as I can and then I back away. I move up and down him, finding my rhythm and moving my hand as well. He moans, and I take that as a good sign. His fingers fist in my hair and he tugs lightly. Not enough for it to hurt but so that I know he’s there.
Hearing the little sounds he makes spurns my own desire. My skin prickles with awareness, like my body is tuned into a new frequency and everything is so much sharper.
I swirl my tongue around the tip and he gasps, his hold on my hair tightening. I rake my nails down his thighs and he hisses between his teeth. Having Jace unravel in front of me might be the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
He lets go of my hair suddenly and pushes me back.
I frown, worried I’ve done something wrong.
He pants, fighting to get enough air into his lungs. “Not you,” he says, noticing my look. “I refuse to come in that pretty little mouth before I’ve had my fill of you.”
Oh.
He lifts me easily onto the bed, and before he joins me, he removes my shorts and underwear.
“Condom,” he mutters, reaching for the drawer.
I don’t bother telling him I’m on birth control. I figure it’s better to have all the bases covered than to be sorry later. He grabs the foil packet and tears the top off with his teeth.
I feel wild, like my blood is barely contained beneath the surface of my skin, just waiting to release.
He rolls the condom on and before I can blink he’s over me. He grabs his cock and guides it inside me. He’s not gentle about it, but he’s not harsh, either. It’s more like he’s so impatient that he can’t go slow. My body isn’t used to the intrusion, though, and I flinch. It’s been a while and Jace is large.
He stops and freezes. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” He looks at me with horrified eyes. I don’t know why guys are so fucking scared of virgins.
“No.” I shake my head. “It’s just been a while.”
“Oh.” He nods like this is answer enough for him.
He pushes in all the way, and I cry out. He covers my lips with his in a bruising kiss. He pulls back, giving me a moment to breathe and adjust.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I count to five, giving myself a moment to assess the situation. I nod.
He presses his hands to the insides of my thighs, spreading my legs, and he fucks me relentlessly. I’ve never truly been fucked before, and I realize now what I’ve been missing all this time. My body craves this. I need it as much as I need oxygen to breathe.
My nails dig into his back. I need something to hold onto before I float away into oblivion.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, lips pressed to my collarbone. He kisses his way over my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth.
A part of me can’t believe this is happening while another is breathing a sigh of relief and saying, finally.
He raises and his hands glide down my sides to my hips where his fingers dig in with a bruising pressure. I gaze up at him in shock and awe.
“Let go,” he tells me, and I know he’s not talking about having an orgasm.
He’s pleading with me to get out of my head and unleash myself.
“I’m scared.”
He bends and kisses me. It’s both soft and sweet and searing all at the same time.
“This is me,” he whispers. “It’s okay.”
Heart beating wildly, I take his advice and let go. I push at his shoulder and he rolls to the bed so I’m straddling him.
“Sit up,” I instruct. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
He does as I say, his chest plastered to mine. I move my hips up and down, rolling them from side to side. My hair falls forward and he pushes it back, ducking his head so he can watch where we’re joined. Watching him watch us turns me on unlike anything else.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on, my hips continuing to rock. I can feel myself getting close and as much as I crave that high, I also never want this moment to end.
He takes my face in one hand, tilting my head back. He looks at the arch of my neck and then down to my breasts in front of him. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs the words with so much emotion that I wonder if he actually meant to say them out loud.
I glance down, watching him fuck me, and then slowly raise my eyes up. I start low, at the base of his cock, over his belly button and abs, his chest, and finally my eyes connect with his once more.
And that’s it.
I follow over the edge into oblivion.
Nothing else exists except him and me and pleasure.
I cry out, panting his name. My fingers rake down his back, and I know they’re going to leave a mark. I’m selfishly pleased by that fact—that he’ll have to bear a physical reminder of this moment. Even if he walks like the last time, I’ll be carved into his skin.
Jace waits until my orgasm is over before flipping us again.
He fucks me into the bed like he’s gone mad. My fingers grasp for something to hold onto and end up tangled in his hair, yanking on the short strands. I’ve never been so wild in bed and I know deep down that I haven’t even hit the tip of the iceberg. I crave more and with Jace. He’s my perfect match in every way.
“Fuck,” he growls, his forehead damp with sweat. Mine is equally as damp. I didn’t know sex could be such a work out. Apparently, I’ve been doing it wrong. He groans and bites his lip. His fingers dig into my hips and ass as he comes, and I find myself having another orgasm, riding on the waves of his.
We both breathe like we’ve run a marathon. Jace pulls out of me and steps away, disposing of the condom.
I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. I can barely keep my eyes open.
The bed dips and his warm body stretches beside mine.
I peel my eyes open to look at him. He brushes a strand of green hair from my eyes. He looks me over, as if he’s making sure I’m not hurt. If I could find the words, I’d tell him I’ve never felt better.
“That was …” he pauses searching for the words. He settles on, “Wow.”
I nod. I’m still lost, floating on that
cloud. I don’t want to come back down.
I gently stroke a finger over my stomach and shiver from the feather-light touch.
“Confession,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with something I can’t decipher. “That’s the first time I’ve had sex since May.”
May. I mouth the one word, doing the math in my head. That’s four months ago when …
“When I moved in?”
He nods, swallowing thickly. “I couldn’t fuck someone else when the only person I wanted was you.”
I close my eyes, fighting a wave of emotion I don’t want him to see. “Jace …”
“Don’t say anything,” he pleads, pressing a finger to my lips.
He gathers me in his arms and presses his lips to the top of my head.
I don’t know what his confession actually means, and I’m scared to look to deep into it, but I think … I think maybe this thing between is deeper than either of us wants to believe.
My only hope is that we don’t drown in it.
Jace
I don’t know what made me reveal that particular confession. I would’ve been better off keeping that tidbit of information to myself. It’s too late to take the words back now, though.
I trail my finger down her bare arm and she shivers. Her lips are swollen from kisses and her brown eyes are wide with wonder.
Normally, I’d be out of here as fast as possible, or kicking her out. I’m not the kind of guy who snuggles and holds hands and talks about my feelings, but with Nova I simply want to hold her and be here.
She seems unsure, almost like she knows this isn’t typical for me. But she’s different. We’re different. I might’ve left once, but I won’t make the same mistake again. I don’t know what this means for us, I don’t know if it’ll happen again, or even if she wants it to, but I do know I don’t regret it and I wouldn’t take it back for anything.
I trace my finger over her lips and she parts them. I slip my finger inside and she swirls her tongue around my finger. I find myself getting turned on again.
As much as I want to stay in bed all day and fuck her until she can’t walk, real life awaits.
“We need to eat,” I comment.
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