“Do you think Zane knew?”
“No. No way.” I vehemently shook my head.
“Maybe we can help them get back together.” Alex searched my eyes.
“Alex, I think people have fucked with them enough.”
“You’re probably right. Anyway, I don’t mean for this to take over our night.” Alex clasped our fingers together more tightly.
“Yeah. Me either. I’m not looking forward to telling him, though.” I stroked her slim wrist with my thumb.
Watching the busy streets of the Gothic Quarter speed by, we sat silently snuggled together for the rest of the car ride. When the car stopped at the end of what looked a secret, private street, Alex led me through the sophisticated lobby to the elevator, where we rode up to the top floor. Lined with red, cream, and black plaid wallpaper, the hallway to Alex’s room was dark but luxurious. A lot more luxurious than the hotels we stayed at. Alex swiped her card key. Smiling when the lock clicked open, she lifted her lips and kissed me hungrily. My blood pumped when she yanked me by the shirt into her room.
Chapter 8
ALEX
When the door shut behind us, Jace carefully turned the deadbolt and pulled me flush against his muscled body. I could hardly believe he was here with me. When I came up with my disguise caper, initially I just planned to spy on the sexy drummer boy and see if I could figure out a way to pass on the information about Carter to Zane. Immediately, Zane was giving me vibes, which was weird. Luckily, all of that went out the window when Jace walked into the VIP area. So did my plans, the minute I saw him in his tan, linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of worn jeans. I wanted him in the worst way. So, I stared him down.
He noticed me immediately. When he approached, I panicked, and the next thing I knew I was talking in a bizarre accent. Luckily, he let me get away with it. Now, our hands were roaming everywhere on each other’s bodies, rubbing, gripping, clinging, trying to touch every part. We were kissing like we’d never kiss again. Backing me up against the cream, wainscoted wall, Jace hitched my leg high up under his strong arm and ground his pelvis against my core.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Poppy?” Jace nipped at my earlobe and gyrated his hard, throbbing shaft against me.
“Condom.” I gripped the sides of his face in my hands and leaned into him.
Jace arched his eyebrow, but without missing a beat released my leg and pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Unable to wait, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled off his pants. His heavy, thick cock was velvet and steel in my hand, his tip dripping with moisture. Eagerly I knelt down, determined to make another first happen for me with Jace.
Suckling his bulbous tip into my mouth, I swirled my tongue along his slit, tasting his saltiness. Jace’s fingers threaded into the synthetic hairs of my pink wig to hold me gently in place. I looked up at him, his ever-piercing green eyes locked with mine. He sighed heavily, watching my lips suckle his cock. Gripping the base with one hand, I kept eye contact while swiping my tongue along the length of his shaft to the root and back again.
“Alex, I’m too far gone. I’ll come in your mouth if you do that again.” Jace rasped before lifting me to standing position.
Using his thumbs to hook the spaghetti straps of my slip dress, Jace slid them gently off my shoulders and down my arms. The black dress floated to the ground in a puddle, leaving me naked aside from my sexy peek-a-boo boots. Gazing at my nipples, Jace suckled them both in succession while he inserted two fingers inside me, finding me dripping wet. Retrieving the condom from his wallet, he rolled it on his thick length, once again hitching my leg over his arm and backing me against the wall.
“I want to fuck you standing up.” Jace guided himself against my opening and then thrust into my pussy with a groan.
“God, yes!” I cried out.
Bracing one hand against the wall, Jace’s other strong arm held my leg up and to the side and drove into me over and over again with abandon. Feeling him pounding so deep inside me made me crazy with desire, and I threw my arms around his neck to hang on for the ride. When the leg I was still standing on shook after a while, Jace’s strong arm lifted it up under his other arm, leaving me impaled on him, but floating and weightless.
Grinning in full dimple mode, Jace tightened his grip under my thighs and carried me across the room to the bed, bouncing me up and down on his cock. He gently laid me on the clean, white linens. My legs hung off the edge of the bed. In the kerfuffle, he slipped out of me and I felt empty, but only for a second. Gripping both of my ankles, he bent my knees almost up to my armpits, stood between my legs, and then slowly pushed himself inside me again.
Looking down, I watched him rock in and out of me, his cut stomach muscles contracting with each pass. He seemed to be just as fascinated by the view of our bodies merging, and from his vantage point, I was pretty sure that nothing was left to his imagination. When he released his grip on my ankles, I held my legs in the same position with my own hands. Jace reached down and spread my pussy lips with his thumbs to expose and rub my clit while he circled his hips to drive deeper and
