“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
