by JAX
Thrusting the compress at him, she waited for him to take it. Brushing it aside, he cupped her face in his big hands. Searching his expression, she saw the intent there, the hunger she felt for him reflected back at her.
He gave her plenty of time to stop him, opportunity to tell him no as he lowered his mouth closer to hers. Her eyelids drifted shut moments before his lips feathered over hers in a hot and sweet caress, before settling with a deeper pressure. His mouth molded to hers, coaxing her lips to dance with his in a timeless tango of desire.
Evie opened to him and he groaned as he accepted her invitation, pulling her body flush with his. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Evie reveled in the contrast; God have mercy, he was hard everywhere, all smooth muscle and sinew. And the bulge pressing into her soft belly was hardest of all. She wiggled against it, delighting when he twitched inside the baggy sweats.
Tearing his mouth from hers, Jace nibbled on her earlobe. “Christ, I want you.” He murmured between pulls and sucks.
“You’re like fire in my arms.”
She felt like fire, like a living flame desperate to engulf him. If only the layers of fabric between them would incinerate, so he could give her that thick rod of flesh she was so wet and ready for.
Jace pushed her flannel shirt off her shoulders slowly, caressing every inch of skin he exposed. She gasped when he sank his teeth into the tendon running along the side of her neck. No man had ever marked her like that before. Her already tight nipples throbbed, envious of his attention above. His fingers toyed with the snap on her jeans, tugging her tank top free at the waist and skimming his hands along the soft curve of her belly.
“What you do to me,” he muttered.
She wanted to feel his reaction for herself. Dipping her hand inside his sweatpants, she wrapped her fingers around the broad head of his cock. He jerked back, but she held him tightly, holding the rigid flesh in her grip. When he stilled, she continued her perusal with slow, sweet strokes, imagining each inch of his hardness pushing inside her, stretching her, filling her up.
His eyes were heavy lidded as he watched her pleasure him. Precome beaded the tip of his shaft and she swirled her thumb into it, massaging the head.
“Evie. My sweet Evie,” he groaned.
The gray T-shirt he’d donned after his shower was tight and thin, and she could see every bulge his muscles made. His nipples were hard little points and she couldn’t resist tugging at one through the fabric.
Jace made an inhuman sound and before she could blink, he had her shoved up against the island counter. His hands tore at her jeans almost frantically, shoving them and her underwear down together. She squeaked in protest as he lifted her up and her ass met the cold, smooth surface of the countertop.
Spreading her thighs wide, he crouched between them, examining her vag up close and personal. Slowly, holding her gaze, he dipped his head and took her sex into his mouth.
Evie couldn’t look away as his tongue swiped through her folds, lapping up her juices. Jace made a sound of pure pleasure and satisfaction as he swallowed his first taste of her. Tearing his mouth away, he blew a cool stream of air against her wet flesh, causing her clit to harden to the point of pain. “Your honey is incredible. I could spend the rest of my life buried between your thighs.”
Her core clenched at his words. What could she say to that? Nothing, apparently, because Jace was busy placing her heels on the countertop, spreading her even wider. He lapped at her again, swirling his tongue lightly over her clit in a teasing caress.
“I’m going to tongue-fuck you hard until you scream my name as you come all over my face.”
Then putting actions to words, he stabbed his tongue deep into her pussy.
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3
Jace was in heaven. Evie’s sweet lube coated his tongue, and her soft cries filled his ears. She’d tunneled her fingers into his hair, holding him close as if she worried he’d stop if she didn’t clutch him to her. Certainly not now that he’d had a taste of her passion. The scent of her arousal filled his every breath, and her slickness covered him from chin to nose, yet it still wasn’t enough. He stiffened his tongue and thrust deep, burying his face in her snatch up to his eyebrows to catch her sweetness at its source. Her throaty gasps were the sweetest music he’d ever heard. Slowly, he traced his tongue upward, toward that hard little button of flesh, exploring every crease and fold along the way. He fully intended to send her soaring, but not yet.
Instead, he circled the bud with the tip of his tongue before plunging deeply back inside her sweet pussy. Her feminine channel clenched against his invasion and his cock jerked in his sweats, jealous of the tight fit.
If being a pleasure companion had taught him anything, it was that all women responded to different touches. Some liked soft strokes and a feather-light caress, while others craved a hard, fast tongue lashing. Some enjoyed a slow build, and still others wanted him to dive right in. Under normal circumstances, Jace would have analyzed her response to everything, figured out the best way to please her. Little details like, was one side of her clit more sensitive than the other, or did she need his teeth as well as his lips?
But his normal detachment failed him on the first lick of her savory cunt. The flesh that yielded to him so sweetly called him back for more and he was helpless to obey. With her legs propped up on the counter, her sex was completely open to him. Using his index finger and thumb, he circled her labia, enjoying the crisp hairs that tickled his fingers. Evie’s pussy wasn’t waxed; the hair grew dark and wild on her mound. Somehow that small detail made her more real to him. More a woman in full bloom.
The ripe petals of her vulva puffed out and he went in for an open-mouth kiss, treasuring the contact of his lips on hers. She bucked toward him, her body urging his to satisfy it.
Looking up, he saw that she’d tipped her head back even as she arched to his mouth. Her full breasts sported rock-hard nipples. Pale thighs quivered and the fingers in his hair tightened to the point of pain. She was a woman on the edge of climax and he nuzzled her softly, wanting to keep her there and burn this moment into his brain.
Her thick lashes lifted and her irises had transformed into blue fire, hotter than anything he’d ever seen. Her face was totally enraptured.
They stared at each other for an endless moment and Jace forgot everything he thought he knew about women. None had ever looked at him with such raw wonder, as if he’d given her the best gift of her life. She hadn’t even come yet, so why did she look so blissed out?
Nuzzling her thigh with his stubbled cheek, he watched her closely as his tongue dragged through her sex. Her lips remained parted around ragged breaths. Her hands left his hair and her fingers glided over his face, touching him gently as though she was memorizing his features with her hands. Or trying to make herself believe he was real. Most women would have screamed at him by now for leaving them wanting, demanded that he finish what he’d started. But Evie seemed to enjoy anticipating his next move. When her fingers traced over his lips, he kissed the pads lightly, almost reverently.
Suddenly, he realized neither of them had thought about activating their health guards. No wonder he’d been so lost in her; it’d been forever since he’d tasted a woman without the snap and sizzle of his electromagnetic shield gobbling up every trace of her DNA before it could settle on him.
Illustra required pleasure companions to use their health guards at all times with clients and always during intercourse. Training a pleasure companion was time consuming and costly, and losing one to a health code violation like fluid transfer without a permit was completely unacceptable.
But Evie wasn’t a client, and pleasuring her free and clear of his shield was his choice. With that thought in mind, he held her gaze as he dragged his flattened tongue over the pink swells, drinking up the dewy nectar her body yielded. Sweeping two fingers through her sodden folds, he pushed them into her vaginal opening just as he closed his lips over the throbbing bud of her clit an
d sucked hard.
“Jace,” she cried as he trilled his tongue over the hard little nubbin. Her eyes had filled with tears, but he’d seen plenty of women cry from relief when he finally sent them over. Evie might be a little reluctant to order him about in carnal matters, but he knew for sure she’d stop him if he hurt her. And he wouldn’t give her pain, only as much passion as she could handle. With that thought in mind, he hooked his fingers behind her pubic bone and found the rough bump of her G-spot inside her core.
She came apart beneath him, a fresh coat of slick lube spilling over his fingers, just as tears worked their way from the beautiful eyes still trained on him. Her lips were parted on a silent scream and he kept the intense flicks up, pushing her higher, wanting to make her soar.
On and on it went, her orgasm so sweet and hot, he nearly spilled in his sweats just experiencing it with her. When her hips shied away from his marauding mouth, he eased his fingers from her still-clenching channel and worked his tongue back down to her opening. She was so wet her juices ran down her crease and dripped from her folds. He’d made that happen. Pride swelled in his chest and he was damn sure going to savor it.
Evie gasped as he plunged his tongue in her again. She tugged on his hair and shook her head no. With a final drag, he swept up her mound, relishing every last drop of her honey.
The thought that he’d never enjoy this pleasure with her again caused a physical ache in his chest. Though his shaft throbbed for satisfaction, he found himself resting his head against her soft belly, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close.
If he only got one night with her, he wanted to make it last.
Evie couldn’t believe she’d just been eaten out on her kitchen counter. She’d never had sex in the kitchen before, never had it anywhere but in the bedroom. The cold press of her naked butt against the quartz countertop made her shiver, even as warmth radiated from her overheated pussy. Jace hadn’t been kidding when he said he wanted a snack. The way he’d pleasured her … Her channel clenched again in remembered bliss, the invasion of his mouth and fingers, the intensity of his gray eyes focused on her. She’d never come so hard, or so fast, in her life.
Yon had often complained she was frigid. She’d been too busy raising her daughter and running her inn to dwell on their love life. Most days she fell into bed fully clothed. Maybe if Yon had spent half the amount of time licking her vag as Jace had just done, she would have been eager for sex more often. Like she was right now.
But Jace was holding her like she was some sort of security blanket. It seemed almost crass to ask him to fuck her now. She certainly didn’t think he owed her anything, but wasn’t getting his dick wet a driving compulsion for Jace the way it was with most men? Or maybe he just didn’t want her. Maybe he minded the extra weight settled around her belly, hips, and thighs. He hadn’t seen her ass yet in all its massive glory, and he wouldn’t if she had anything to say about it.
Running her fingers through the soft locks of his hair, she cleared her throat but didn’t know what to say. Asking him if he was all right seemed a little weird after he’d been up to his ears in her snatch. Ditto for saying thank you, like he’d done her a big favor. It was all a little too polite, the awkwardness underscored because this man—this stranger—had decked her ex-husband and then feasted on her like she was a banquet.
As an afterthought, it all seemed so … sleazy.
She wiggled a little and Jace released his death grip and looked up at her. “Should we go to your bedroom or mine?”
Her mouth dried out. Well, that answered her question about did he want to take the next logical step. Still, to assume that she would nettled her. “Who says I’m up for more?”
He blinked as though he wasn’t sure he’d heard her. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”
Her channel clenched again at the words. Good thing he’d withdrawn his hand or he’d know how badly she wanted exactly that.
“I do, but it’d be a little more gentlemanly if you ask me instead of assuming I’m a sure thing. Although after the work you just put in—”
“It wasn’t work,” he cut her off, then rose to his feet. “I wanted to do that.”
Her lips twitched. “Well, I sure hope you weren’t going for a merit badge or something.”
Jace grinned and scooped her into his arms. Evie squeaked in protest. “Don’t! I’m too heavy.”
“Are not,” Jace murmured, and tightened his grip on her as he carried her from the kitchen, past the great room where her ex still snored like an old-fashioned chainsaw, and down the hall to her bedroom.
Jace kicked the door closed. Instead of heading for the bed, he put her down on the faux leather chaise in front on the fire. Evie spread her legs, expecting him to drop his sweatpants and plunge inside her. Instead, he circled around behind her, catching her gaze in the mirror above the mantel. Tilting her head back, she looked at him, waiting for him to tell her what he had in mind.
“Show me how you like to masturbate.”
Wow. She wasn’t sure where that came from or why it made her nipples tingle to hear it. “Why? Wouldn’t you rather have sex?”
“I want this first. I want to see how you touch yourself so I can plan out exactly how I’m going to take you to make our first time perfect.”
He made it sound like such a science, like the study of how best to make Evie come. She swallowed, wondering how to tell him that him caring about her pleasure was more than enough. Actions spoke louder than words, so she reached for him.
Jace caught her hand and pulled it up to his face. Fire from the hearth and from his need burned her up. “Please, Evie. Give me this gift. I want to watch you.”
How could she refuse? “Okay. But only if you help me. I can get myself off alone anytime.”
His grin was pure mischief. “Do you use toys?”
The thought made her blush and she shook her head, letting her hair fall over her face to hide her embarrassment. “Just my fingers.”
He pushed the dark strands away. “I can’t believe you’re the same woman who pulled a gun on me a few hours ago. I love that you’re so bold in the rest of your life and so reluctantly curious about sex. You have no idea how refreshing this is for someone like me.”
Before she could ask about that cryptic statement, he sucked two of her fingers between his lips. Sharp teeth scraped the sensitive pads and his tongue swirled around the digits, getting them wet with his saliva.
“Show me.” He guided her hand down between her legs. His other hand dragged her tank top up, exposing her breasts before cupping the back of her head and urging her to rest against the back of the chaise.
Evie couldn’t bear to look at herself in the mirror, splayed out like this, all the flaws that clothes hid put on display. Talk about a ruined orgasm. Instead, she closed her eyes as her wet fingers traced lightly over her labia. Jace’s hand rested on top of hers, shadowing her movements as she teased the outer folds.
“Slow and soft at first,” he murmured in her ear as her hand skipped from one side to the other. “You like to delay the pleasure, let it build.”
Nodding, she moved her right hand just a fraction of an inch, sweeping it across the inside on the left. Jace’s hand moved to the right, working her slowly, sweetly, and in perfect sync with her own hand.
Together, they worked in tandem, zeroing in on her more sensitive flesh. If she went up, he moved down until her entire cunt was feeling the gentle sweep of his caress. Wetness gushed from her core, her sex more sensitive than it had ever been.
Jace’s middle finger circled her opening but waited for her signal. Threading her slick fingers through his, Evie pushed both of their index fingers inside herself slowly, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion.
“Evie, my God, you are so unbelievably hot. Look at yourself, baby. Look at what we’re doing to you.”
Though she didn’t want to see all her flaws, Jace’s command could not be ignored. She opened her eyes and st
ared past the swells of her breasts and belly to where they both touched her. His roughly calloused hands were so different from her own. The sight of his tanned forearm against her pale belly and pink cunt was the most erotic sight she’d ever beheld.
“Yes,” he hissed as her inner muscles clamped down on them. “Oh, yeah, you love this as much as I do.”
She did. Pulling their hands out, she urged his into a hot circle encompassing her whole sex. The heel of his hand rubbed across her clit as his fingers cupped her folds, the middle one dipping inside her.
Jace leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. The thumb of his left hand caressed her collarbone as his tongue traced the seam of her lips.
“Faster,” she moaned, and he complied, circling her greedy flesh at an increased rate. She gasped and pressed down harder on his hand as he deepened the kiss. Her other hand went to his hair again, holding him to her as he touched and kissed her.
“Inside,” she panted, and two big fingers thrust into her core hard and deep. Again and again, he fucked her with his digits before coming back up to rub her clit, increasing the speed and adding pressure.
He’d found her rhythm now, knew it as well as she did, but she kept her hand on his as he fingered her.
“Look at me, Evie. I want to see your eyes when you come.” He whispered the dark command in her ear.
She stared up at him, completely lost to this man and all the delicious sensations he brought out in her. His fingers moved faster than she could track, stroking, pinching, delving inside. She wasn’t sure what sent her flying, just knew she was looking in his eyes when the powerful orgasm swept over her like a tsunami.
Boneless, she sagged back against the chaise and tried to close her legs. Jace brought his saturated fingers to his face and sucked them clean. She whimpered at his masculine groan of delight.
His next words made all the blood rush from her head as he circled the couch, tugging off his T-shirt.