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.