LIMITLESS: A Less Than Zero Rockstar Romance: Book 2: Jace & Alex

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by Kaylene Winter

Apparently, I had been so primed that he slipped right in with no resistance. His thick invasion filled me up completely and made me gasp as my pussy clenched around him tightly. Jace had timed his penetration perfectly, I didn’t feel any pressure, pain, or discomfort. Just an amazing fullness. And, oh my gawd. That feeling was everything I’d ever hoped for.

  Then it really hit me. Ohmygawd. Jace Deveraux was inside me. I clung to him, reaching around and grabbing his ass to push him in deeper.

  “Alex, oh Christ. It’s never felt this good. I’m losing my mind. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Please say I didn’t hurt you.” Jace babbled a bit when, on raised elbows, he checked in with me, caressing my hair while his hips continued to slowly surge against me.

  “No, this is perfect.” I sighed, circling my hips to meet his, wanting him deeper. As deep as he could fit.

  He rolled his hips slightly faster through my slickness, his eyes squeezed shut with what looked like utter gratification. Trying to remember every detail, I gripped his thick wrists at the side of my head and breathed his sandalwood scent. The silky strands of his hair brushed back and forth against my neck each time he pushed in and pulled out of my swollen pussy. His groans took on a helpless cadence, which made me feel powerful and sexy.

  Reaching down between our writhing bodies, Jace tapped on my clit before rubbing it in light circles in time with his increased pace. All while deliciously licking and suckling behind my ear. The slight shift in his position meant his cock rubbed against the deep spot his fingers had just been with each flex of his hips. Tremors coursed through my body with the intensity of the stimulation and another slow, swelling wave of pleasure built from deep inside. Gasping for air, I flung my arms limply above my head.

  “Oh, God. Alex. Yes. Let go, baby,” Jace encouraged as he cupped my cheek. At the sound of his voice, I pressed my hips up against him, another release unleashed through my entire body.

  “Jace, oh gawd this is amazing!” I moaned, grasping fistfuls of the sheets above my head, never wanting this to end. “Why haven’t we been doing this all summer?”

  Jace laughed.

  “Alex, open your eyes.” I heard him say through my moans, though I could barely comprehend him. “You wanted to watch me come.”

  Immediately, I fastened my eyes on his.

  Reaching up with the same hand he’d been rubbing my clit with, he gently unclutched one of my limp hands and brought both of our fingers to his lips. My eyes popped when he suckled my release from our fingers while grinding his hips against my pubic bone. It was like he couldn’t get close enough or deep enough. Our eyes locked and Jace’s entire body shuddered when he pounded into me so hard the sounds of his flesh slapping against mine filled my bedroom.

  “You are fucking perfect, Alex,” he gasped. “So fucking perfect.”

  Unleashed, Jace swiveled his hips faster and faster before he arched up almost violently, his biceps quivering, and he let go with a deep, guttural, raw roar. I felt his hot release fill me up completely and trickle out onto the duvet.

  For a moment we lay there stunned, his cock still inside me quivering. We were both panting from the exertion of it all. Eventually, Jace pulled out and curled his muscled body around me, his cheek against mine. Somehow, I managed to turn my head to nuzzle his neck. Eventually, our breathing slowed, and our bodies stopped heaving. He’d closed his eyes, and I thought he might have dozed off. When he felt me looking at him his eyelids fluttered open and he pulled me in for a deep kiss, stroking my back tenderly. Sighing, I nestled my head into the crook of his neck, my face resting on his hard pecs.

  “Are you okay?” He pressed kisses to the side of my head.

  “I’m pretty sure that was the best first time in the history of the universe.” I traced the pattern of the tattoo on his shoulder.

  “Might be the best time, period.” His gravelly voice was so sexy.

  “Aw, you don’t have to say that.” I grinned against his chest.

  “It’s the truth.”

  “Well, that’s a bummer for me.” I tickled his six-pack lightly.

  “Well, we might need to try again,” Jace murmured.

  We lay there on top of the duvet for a little while before he gently rolled me on my side and lifted back the covers so we could crawl into bed. Once underneath where it was warm and cozy, we couldn’t stop touching, caressing, and kissing each other. Jace’s arm snaked under my neck and wrapped around my shoulders, gathering me tight against him. Our arms were wound around each other, and our long legs threaded together.

  At some point, Jace untangled himself from me and padded gloriously naked out of my room. Wondering where he was going, I enjoyed the view of his muscular butt when he disappeared into the hall, shortly returning with a warm washcloth. Sitting on the edge of the bed he stroked my hair and smiled at me.

  “What’s that for?” I was basically eating him up with my eyes because it was physically impossible to stop admiring his hot, fit body.

  “I need to wash you up.” He gripped the edge of the duvet and flung it back.

  Mortified, I realized that I might have bled on him and my eyes immediately focused in on his now-flaccid penis.

  “It’s okay, I’m cleaned up,” he said tenderly.

  “Ohmygawd. I . . . I . . .” I was mortified and couldn’t meet his eyes.

  Gently, he tipped his finger on my chin, so I had no choice but to look at him.

  “You gave me a wonderful present, Alex. It’s the least I can do. Let me take care of you.” He rubbed my lips with his thumb.

  Touched and nearly in tears, I let him pull back the covers and softly wipe my inner thighs and open my legs to get to my private parts. Grinning because my nipples hardened into points at his touch, he touched one of the tips with his finger.

  “You’re so tempting, but I have to get home.” He cupped my breast more fully, the dimples on his face like craters.

  “Oh. Um, okay.” I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but part of me had been hoping for him to stay the night. When I moved to sit up, he gently pressed me back down on my back.

  “No, rest. Do you feel sore?” His tenderness was killing me.

  “Not right now, but I probably will feel it,” I answered honestly.

  “I’m not sure what the right thing to do is, Alex.” Jace shifted to rest on his side facing me, propping up his head on his bent arm. “I’m not a stay overnight kind of guy.”

  “Do you want to go home? Or do you have to go home?” I looked up at him, genuinely curious.

  “What do you mean?” He watched as I traced the beautiful, intricate design that covered his left arm completely with my finger.

  “What is this tattoo? It’s really cool.” I didn’t want things to be weird, so I switched subjects.

  “Viking dragons intertwined with a traditional navigation compass.” He watched as I continued to trace the art.

  “It almost looks Celtic.”

  “It incorporates a lot of traditional Viking art styles. I’m Norwegian and French.”

  “It’s so sexy.” I caressed his taut biceps.

  Jace swallowed and looked back over at me, unable to keep his eyes averted from my breasts and nipples.

  “I don’t want to go home.” His finger reached out and traced my erect bud.

  Before my eyes, his cock had begun to harden and now stood more than half-mast against his thigh. I put my hand around his neck and pulled him down to me. We devoured each other again. Jace scooted me over and crawled back into bed, then pulled me on top of him.

  “Straddle me.” His gaze pierced my soul. He stroked my sides with his thumbs and held my hips in place with his strong hands.

  With me kneeling astride his body, he managed to position me so that his now-erect shaft jutted between my pussy lips and lay against his stomach.

  “You’re, seriously, a goddess.” He was looking down at where our bodies were nearly joined.

  “Um, only because you’re a sex god.” I couldn’
t help but watch him watching us.

  “Oh yeah?” Jace chuckled as he caught my eye. “You say that, but you don’t have anyone to compare me with.”

  I tilted my head and gestured to his cut torso and muscled arms and said with a scoff. “Look at yourself.”

  “I’d rather look at you playing with your clit,” Jace purred, taking my hand and bringing it to my pussy.

  I’d never heard dirty talk at all, let alone in person, and my body reacted. I watched him move my finger to the juncture of where I was straddling him, his thick cock millimeters from being inside me. My pussy contracted and wetness seeped out of me onto him.

  “Mmm. You like a little nasty talk.” Jace smiled wolfishly when my moisture coated the base of his cock.

  He held my index finger gently in his fist and rubbed it up and down my distended clit. I was so aroused I was beginning to believe that it was actually visibly pulsing.

  “I’ve never done this in front of anyone.” My voice was a shy whisper.

  “I’ll help you.” His husky voice caught.

  Jace controlled my movements by moving my finger back and forth across my sensitive nub slowly and then more rapidly in circles. My nipples were puckered almost painfully tight again, my hips circled against his base, trying to get more pressure against my opening. Jace’s dick was twitching as it grew even harder against his stomach.

  “Jesus, you’re so fucking hot, Alex.” Jace couldn’t take his eyes off his hand and my finger.

  With my other hand, I swiped from the flood of wetness leaking out of me and used it to stroke his cock. Jace bent his knees, allowing me to rest back against his thighs and he thrust up and ground against me while we stimulated each other at the same time. I yearned to have him inside me again. Impulsively I lifted my hips and angled his penis back toward me and impaled myself on his hard length.

  “Christ!” Jace gripped my hips to still my movement. “That was too fast, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

  Admittedly, I’d gone a little quick and his cock filled me completely, but my body adjusted quickly and was on board with the invasion. Looking down, watching where we were joined, I had another moment of thinking Holy fucking hell, Jace Devereaux is inside me. Jace’s gaze was also completely transfixed on our now-merged bodies.

  “Should I move?” I asked sweetly.

  “You’re going to be the death of me.” Jace shook his head, still focused on our fusion, his hair splayed out across the pillow.

  His hands bridged nearly the entirety of my hips, so he was able to firmly yet gently move me back and forth against him. He lowered his knees, and one of his hands spanned my lower back. He slowly pressed me down on top of him and held me there, which allowed my clit to rub against his pubic bone, giving me the most amazing stimulation. Controlling my movements, Jace ground me against him in an almost maddingly consistent but slow pace.

  “Brace yourself on my chest.” He growled.

  I obeyed the expert in this situation. My hands splayed out against his ripped pecs; my thumbs traced his flat nipples. My breasts jiggled just inches away from his lips. Never stopping the pace, Jace sucked my nipples into his mouth, one after the other, over and over. Deep inside me, pressure rumbled and built. I was getting the hang of this sex-thing, my hips gyrated faster of their own volition, chasing what I knew would be a mind-blowing pleasure.

  Jace kept me firmly rooted against him as he bucked up inside me. This time, it was more of a building pressure that started deep inside me and spread down through my entire pelvis and electrified my feet through my toes to my legs, up my torso, and across my arms into my fingertips. He panted and groaned and thrust up into me harder and harder like a jackhammer against my G-spot until it hit me all at once and my keening guttural wail was thunderous and uncontrollable. Jace’s throaty moan escaped him as he emptied inside me for the second time.

  Exhausted, I slumped over him, my face buried in his neck. His arms clasped in fists around my lower back tightly, keeping himself from slipping out. Our bodies were slick with sweat and sex, our combined scents permeated the air in my room. Panting, we couldn’t move as we came down from what, for me, was the highest high I’d ever experienced.

  Maybe ten minutes later, or it could have been an hour, Jace rolled me off him and once again padded out of the room and returned with a warm washcloth to clean us up. Without another word, he climbed into bed with me and cradled me into the crook of his arm. Sighing, I relaxed my head against his chest. He placed even more soft kisses on my forehead.

  “Let’s sleep for a while,” he said softly.

  “Okay.”

  “I’m going to remember this forever,” he whispered into my hair.

  “Me too.” I kissed his neck. “You made it wonderful, Jace. Thank you.”

  But he was already asleep, his breathing regular. My mind was on overdrive, the magnitude of what had just happened—twice—washed over me. Never in a million years when I’d set out to seduce this delicious drummer had I known what a considerate, caring lover he would be. Or, how talented. My expectations had been mediocre at best, I just wanted to get it over with and have a great story about my first time. In reality, I knew that I’d just won the lottery.

  At some point, I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up around noon the next day, Jace was gone. On the pillow next to me, he’d left me a single pink rose with a note:

  Alex,

  Last night was special. You’re special. It’s not usually like that. At least, it’s never been that way for me.

  Part of me wishes we were both in different places in our lives, who knows where this could lead. If we weren’t both leaving, I’d want to hang out more and get to know you better. I’d really like to make love to you a million more times.

  We both know the deal. You’re going to have the time of your life, and I’ll try not to think about you breaking the hearts of all of the men who fall in love with you. Please enjoy your adventures, live life to the fullest, don’t deny yourself any experience. This is your time, and you’re going to be amazing at whatever you do.

  Know that you will always have a piece of my heart, and I hope that you have a piece of mine. Who knows, maybe someday our timing will be right.

  More than anything, Alex, we are friends. I care what happens to you, and I want to keep in touch and share our adventures from afar. It will give us something to look forward to, don’t you agree?

  So, I’ll be sliding into your DMs until you get sick of me. Count on it.

  xoxo Jace

  My heart swooned. What a note. Every minute I’d spent hoping he’d notice me and being disappointed that he didn’t had been worth it. My girly bits tingled at the memory of all that we had done the night before. He wanted to stay in touch. All I could do was hope that he meant what he said.

  Realizing that my mom would be home soon and that I needed to clean my sheets, I got to work and put everything into the laundry. There was a ton to do before I left so I got to work, but I was on cloud nine. Lugging my travel backpack out of the hall closet, I packed my clothes. I organized my electronics and double-checked my sim cards and made sure I had passwords backed up in a few locations. I ran to the bank and once back home was waiting for the sheets to dry when my phone pinged.

  Zoey: RU packed?

  Alex: mostly

  Zoey: I’ll miss u. Have a great time.

  Alex: You too, I’ll ping you when I get settled.

  Zoey: Ty’s here, we’re leaving.

  Zoey love u

  Alex: love u 2

  Alex: Oh gawd! Tonight’s the night. Have fun!!!!!

  Alex: Z?

  Chapter 7

  JACE

  Ten Months Later

  My head was pounding by the time the bus rolled into the load-in area at the Sonar festival in Barcelona. After a whirlwind year, LTZ had hit the jackpot. Our first single Rise was holding strong at the number-one spot on charts all over the world. The band’s meteoric ascension
was mind-blowing. We’d toured the US to sold-out crowds in increasingly bigger and bigger venues and moved on to our first stop in Europe with no sign of slowing down. Our manager, Katherine, had let us know that we’d likely be heading to Japan, Singapore, Australia, and New Zealand when we finished the European festival circuit after Oktoberfest in Germany.

  Pulling double duty as the drummer and social media director, I never had a break. I loved every minute of it. Sure, until we’d been on the road, my idea of touring had been so naïve. I thought we’d be hanging out together all the time writing songs, shooting the shit, exploring the cities, and then going onstage and rocking our asses off.

  But the day-to-day reality was much different than I had imagined. We had a tightly packed schedule and because we were rising stars, there was very little time off. Each day of a show, we’d roll into the venue, get cleaned up, rehearse, do a sound-check, have hours of press, radio and appearances, and I’d have to also make sure to keep all our social channels populated. On days off, we were packed tightly in the bus struggling to catch up on sleep. Luckily, we had a road crew now, so we at least didn’t have to hump our gear anymore.

  Zane and Ty were hotly in demand, but because Ty was still heartbroken from Zoey ghosting him, Zane had pretty much taken over as the band’s spokesperson. He reveled in the attention and was great at it. Funny, zany, and full of energy, he made my job easy to document LTZ’s antics as we lived life on the road.

  Ty was the consummate professional, his stage presence was otherworldly. His reputation as a performer was already leaning toward legendary. Playing live seemed to be his salvation, he’d release every bit of anguish, sadness, anger, and bitterness into his performances. When he wasn’t onstage, however, he’d withdraw into his own world. Retreating into his shy, hermit tendencies, he rarely left the bus or his hotel room. Lucky for us, he was writing. His notebooks were filled with dozens, if not hundreds, of new songs or ideas for new song lyrics. This was great for LTZ, but all of us were worried about his state of mind.

  He’d stopped trying to contact Zoey after months of obsessively trying to get her to talk to him. Until, for him, hope at reconciling was in the toilet. Bearing witness to his utter heartbreak was awful so we did our best to protect him. Nothing about Ty was suicidal, thankfully, we just needed to keep him going until he could ignite his own pilot light again.

 

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