Savannah
As Jace devours my mouth, I feel as though I’m sinking. If anyone was to ask me my name, I seriously don’t think that I’d be able to tell them. He tastes of hot male, and the hardness that I feel against me is driving me crazy. He has my head spinning, that could be lack of oxygen, but I don’t think so. Being this close to him, while his mouth is on me, has my thighs clenching with need.
I wish we were lying on the sofa in his house instead of his brother’s apartment, because the need I feel in him matches the need in me.
My hips have a mind of their own and slowly caress the throbbing length of him. What I wouldn’t give to touch him with my hands while we were naked, skin against skin.
Jace holds me against him with his hands tangled in my hair.
I need to get my hands on him, but all I can reach are his sides. I slide my hands down and gently rake my nails along his ribs, causing his erection to jerk in reaction.
Smiling against his mouth, I place feather light kisses along his whisker-covered jaw, and nibble along his earlobe. My delight at having his hips push into me when I tongue his ear sends my own arousal rushing between my thighs.
My hand runs along the waist of his shorts, and I let my finger dip beneath. His stomach hollows out and his erection quivers.
I’ve never been so forward, but I’m so desperate to feel him that I don’t care right now.
We’re in his brother’s apartment, which I need to keep remembering.
With that thought in mind, I keep his shorts fastened and caress over the top until I come into contact with his hardness.
He groans, “Savannah,” in warning, and then curses, “Fuck,” at the same time as he pushes into my hand. I tighten the hold that I have on him and feel his wide girth, and length. He’s long and the more I rub against him, the more uneven his breathing is becoming.
“Baby, please. You have to stop…Oh, God.”
I let up slightly and rest my chin on his chest while I watch him.
“I want to take you to dinner,” he starts. “ I want to date you, treat you the way you deserve before I make love to you, regardless of the evidence to the contrary.”
I continue to caress him, and smile when his eyes practically roll back in his head. “You like that.”
“Fucking, A.”
“Jace, we’ve been dancing around being together since we met. Us being intimate isn’t going to shock anyone…even my uncle.”
“What the—”
I have no idea what he was going to say because while I was talking, I’ve been rearranging him, and now the crown of his dick is poking up past his waistband.
Rubbing with my finger, more and more pre-cum leaks and I so want to taste. Never before, but with Jace, I’m desperate.
Before he can stop me, I settle between his thighs and swirl my tongue around the bulging head of his cock, and catch more of his taste against my tongue. His grip in my hair tightens, but I can’t stop.
“Savannah. God. Please. You have to stop…I’m so fucking close.”
Having this kind of power over him makes me daring, which is why I quickly unfasten his shorts and reach inside his briefs.
“Fuck. Fuck…” He ends on a loud groan when I suck the large head into my mouth.
Wrapping my fingers around his girth, I suck him like I would a Popsicle. Gripping the base of his shaft, his legs quiver as he arches up, panting.
I move my fingers to slowly massage his balls, and then he gasps, and starts shooting his thick, white release down my throat. I don’t pull back, instead I take everything he has to give before licking him clean.
Making sure he’s back in his shorts, I snuggle down in his arms, and feel happy.
“I…I don’t know what to say.” He kisses me on the forehead. “Thank you doesn’t cover it.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I craved to taste you, so I’m happy.”