Pleasure zings through my body, and I can barely maintain reality.
His tongue swirls against my clit and I cry out, my back bowing above the couch. He presses his hand to my stomach, forcing me back down.
He blows his hot breath against me and I whimper.
He slips a finger inside me, then two, and curls them up.
“Oh, my God,” I moan, biting my lip so hard that I taste blood.
“I love your pussy,” he murmurs before licking me again.
Color explodes behind my closed eyelids.
“Give it to me,” he pleads.
“Jace,” I pant. “Fuck. I’m … I’m …” I cry out as the orgasm hits me, powerful enough that my legs shake and tears prick my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast in my life. I’m convinced Jace’s fingers and tongue are magic.
He pulls his fingers from my body and kisses my stomach again where my shirt is still raised.
Then he kisses my collarbone and finally my lips. I moan, tasting myself on his tongue. I thought I’d be grossed out by something like that, but instead I find that I’m incredibly turned on.
I move to straddle him, and he pushes me back down on the couch, shaking his head.
“We have to go.”
I glance at the clock on the table beside the couch and curse. We have thirty minutes to get to the bar and I need to clean up and change.
I nod and he releases me. He gets off the couch and heads to the bathroom.
I take a moment to catch my breath before I stand and head to my room.
I don’t even bother fixing my jeans since I’m going to change.
I close my bedroom door, but I guess that’s pointless now. Jace has seen me naked plenty of times.
I rifle through my dresser for a pair of shiny black skinny jeans. I pair it with a lacy black bralette and loose tank top. Then on top of that I wear an asymmetrical leather jacket to protect against the cold night air.
I brush my hair and braid it all on one side so it drapes over my shoulder.
“Shoes,” I mutter to myself, crouching down to rifle through the bottom of my closet.
I settle on a pair of black flats, figuring that’s nicer than my usual boots.
When I open my door, I find Jace stepping down from his room. He wears his usual ripped jeans, and a black t-shirt, paired with his heavy boots. His sandy hair is brushed away from his face and it makes him look older.
“Ready?” he asks, tucking his shirt into his jeans and adjusting his belt.
I nod and he grabs his black pea coat off the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
He holds the door open for me and lets me step out into the hall first. We walk down the hall silently together, and I push the button for the elevator. I startle when I feel Jace’s hand pressed to the small of my back. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised he’s touching me, but I am. Jace doesn’t show much affection for anyone. I know he cares about his friends, me included, but his care is usually in his words, not his actions.
The elevator opens and we step on.
I expect his hand to fall away, and when it doesn’t, I smile and move a little closer to him. The smell of his cologne wafts over me which nearly makes me moan. It’s a mix of mahogany, bourbon, amber, and something else that’s entirely Jace.
I itch to hold his hand, but I remind myself that he’s not my boyfriend and that whatever this is wit
h us is so completely new and it’s best not to rock the boat.