tongue, his fingers still inside her.
Lou had never made her feel this
way.
Jace eased off, lapping at her
lightly, keeping her close to the edge, hungry for more, but back in her own
body.
I want to fuck you. Over and
over. Until you don’t ever want me to stop.
It was the closest he would ever
come to telling her how he felt about her. Taylor understood that. She’d
learned that this morning, along with her own set of revelations. She rubbed
his head, needing to feel him beneath her fingers. Then, her hands on his
cheeks, she made him look at her. His eyes were dark pools, and his lips shone
with her moisture. She bent to lick it off, then eased down on her knees
between him and the wall, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
Her own taste along with his
lingered in her mouth. His heart beat next to hers, hard, fast, as if what he’d
done had turned him inside out just as it had her. He freed the tangles she’d
somehow gotten in her hair.
“I’ll never stop. Not until you
want me to.” His voice rumbled against her chest, her lips. She kissed his
throat.
She feared talk of the future, of
his parents, of telling each other dreams they might never share together. She
feared learning the real reasons he seemed to want her so badly. She had the
boys, the family, and a life that included Jace in a role he’d played all his
life. Not the role he’d played this week.
Reaching between them to palm his
erection, communicating with her touch, she put her worries and her ghosts
aside. Until tomorrow. For tonight, she’d take this, Jace in her hands, her
mouth, her body. “We shouldn’t stop yet.”
Pulling back, he put his hand over
hers, and together they brought him once more to hot, heavy breathing and rock
hardness.
“Let me handle the whole thing
while you keep your clothes on.” She liked his black jeans and shirt next to
her nakedness, the rasp of the rough material against bare skin that was
unbearably sexy.
Pushing him back to rest on his
elbows, she undid his belt and popped the buttons, being sure to let her fingers
brush him time and again.
“Don’t make me come. I want to be
inside you for that.”
“Shh. We have all night.”
She grabbed the waistband of his
jeans and briefs, pulling them over his hips as he lifted slightly to make the
job easier. His erection jumped free.
He stroked himself. She batted his
hand away. “Stop that. I get to do it all.”
“You loved listening to me do it
the other night.”
She had, more than she’d ever
thought she would. “I’d rather lick you myself.” She climbed between his legs,
taking him in her hand.
He pulled her hair off her face,
fisting it into a ponytail. “Yeah. I like watching you do that, too. But one
day, I want to stand at the foot of the bed while you make yourself come.”
“That is so bad.” The idea turned
her insides to jelly. “You’re messing with my concentration here.”
He kept talking when she took the
tip of his penis into her mouth and sucked. “It would be the most beautiful
thing I’ve ever seen. Except when you dropped the towel.” He pushed gently on
her head, and she slid down his length. “oh shit, that’s so damn good.” His
hips rose, driving him deeper.
He talked, a nonstop litany of
compliments and curse words. Lou had never talked or laughed during sex. Jace
turned it all into something about her, about the perfect feel of her hand at
his base, the incredible swirl of her tongue, the absolute rightness of her
sucking the tiny drop of semen from his slit.
“I love watching you do that. Your
lips are so red and so sweet. You’re so fucking good for me.”
He moved her head, angled her,
thrust up against her, drove harder as if he were making love to her mouth.
“Jesus, Taylor, fuck.”
His words, his sounds, his groans
of pleasure made her body weep with need. When he began to throb in her mouth,
when he was close to pumping himself into her, his hands on her head drove him
as deep as
Lou had never made her feel this
way.
Jace eased off, lapping at her
lightly, keeping her close to the edge, hungry for more, but back in her own
body.
I want to fuck you. Over and
over. Until you don’t ever want me to stop.
It was the closest he would ever
come to telling her how he felt about her. Taylor understood that. She’d
learned that this morning, along with her own set of revelations. She rubbed
his head, needing to feel him beneath her fingers. Then, her hands on his
cheeks, she made him look at her. His eyes were dark pools, and his lips shone
with her moisture. She bent to lick it off, then eased down on her knees
between him and the wall, resting her head in the crook of his neck.
Her own taste along with his
lingered in her mouth. His heart beat next to hers, hard, fast, as if what he’d
done had turned him inside out just as it had her. He freed the tangles she’d
somehow gotten in her hair.
“I’ll never stop. Not until you
want me to.” His voice rumbled against her chest, her lips. She kissed his
throat.
She feared talk of the future, of
his parents, of telling each other dreams they might never share together. She
feared learning the real reasons he seemed to want her so badly. She had the
boys, the family, and a life that included Jace in a role he’d played all his
life. Not the role he’d played this week.
Reaching between them to palm his
erection, communicating with her touch, she put her worries and her ghosts
aside. Until tomorrow. For tonight, she’d take this, Jace in her hands, her
mouth, her body. “We shouldn’t stop yet.”
Pulling back, he put his hand over
hers, and together they brought him once more to hot, heavy breathing and rock
hardness.
“Let me handle the whole thing
while you keep your clothes on.” She liked his black jeans and shirt next to
her nakedness, the rasp of the rough material against bare skin that was
unbearably sexy.
Pushing him back to rest on his
elbows, she undid his belt and popped the buttons, being sure to let her fingers
brush him time and again.
“Don’t make me come. I want to be
inside you for that.”
“Shh. We have all night.”
She grabbed the waistband of his
jeans and briefs, pulling them over his hips as he lifted slightly to make the
job easier. His erection jumped free.
He stroked himself. She batted his
hand away. “Stop that. I get to do it all.”
“You loved listening to me do it
the other night.”
She had, more than she’d ever
thought she would. “I’d rather lick you myself.” She climbed between his legs,
taking him in her hand.
He pulled her hair off her face,
fisting it into a ponytail. “Yeah. I like watching you do that, too. But one
day, I want to stand at the foot of the bed while you make yourself come.”
“That is so bad.” The idea turned
her insides to jelly. “You’re messing with my concentration here.”
He kept talking when she took the
tip of his penis into her mouth and sucked. “It would be the most beautiful
thing I’ve ever seen. Except when you dropped the towel.” He pushed gently on
her head, and she slid down his length. “oh shit, that’s so damn good.” His
hips rose, driving him deeper.
He talked, a nonstop litany of
compliments and curse words. Lou had never talked or laughed during sex. Jace
turned it all into something about her, about the perfect feel of her hand at
his base, the incredible swirl of her tongue, the absolute rightness of her
sucking the tiny drop of semen from his slit.
“I love watching you do that. Your
lips are so red and so sweet. You’re so fucking good for me.”
He moved her head, angled her,
thrust up against her, drove harder as if he were making love to her mouth.
“Jesus, Taylor, fuck.”
His words, his sounds, his groans
of pleasure made her body weep with need. When he began to throb in her mouth,
when he was close to pumping himself into her, his hands on her head drove him
as deep as