Page 28 of Fight or Flight
Pain radiates through me as we smash into the coffee table in the center of my room, and I let out a littleoofas Jace throws me off him and into the side of the nearby couch.
Before I can roll away from the heavy piece of furniture, Jace is on me again, his knees locked tight around my hips as he catches both of my wrists in his hands.
“Fuck,” I grunt as he slams my arms to the floor and leans over me, using his weight to pin me down.
“You give up yet, Shaney?” he asks as he stares down at me like a predator who’s finally caught his prey.
“Never,” I practically growl, but I’m too tired to do more than give a few feeble attempts at pulling my wrists free.
His blue/gray eyes are so bright they look almost aqua, and his dark grin sends another shiver of awareness through me as my cock pulses and throbs where it’s trapped between our bodies.
“Seems like you lost,” he taunts and squeezes my wrists so hard I let out an involuntary gasp at the show of strength. “Again.”
“You’re dead,” I growl at him.
He grins and leans down so his face is only inches from mine. “You gonna kill me, Shaney?”
I glare up at him, my chest still heaving and my limbs burning from our grappling. At least Jace is breathing hard too, and I’m not the only one who’s feeling the aftereffects of our fight.
“Or are you going to keep pretending that you don’t love this?” he continues, the corner of his mouth tipping up in a smirk as he presses his body down on mine in a sort of wave motion that sends a jolt of pleasure through me at the friction of his cock dragging against mine.
I bite back a groan as he does it again, the pleasure mixing with my anger to create something both exhilarating and intoxicating.
“Tell me you don’t love this,” he practically purrs and leans down so his lips are next to my ear and his hot breath ghosts over my skin.
Sparks of pleasure detonate deep in my body, and my eyes roll back when he drags his cheek against mine, our stubble catching as he slowly pulls away.
That simple touch sends a jolt through me, and I instinctively bump my hips up against his. Not to get him off me, but because I’m desperate for some friction.
Jace chuckles, low and throaty, and rolls his hips, each drag of his cock against mine sending another burst of pleasure through me.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmurs, his icy eyes locked on mine as he uses his knees to shove my thighs apart and settle between them, his body flush with mine and his dick pressing against my ass. “Tell me you don’t love feeling all of me like this.”
I open my mouth to tell him exactly that, but the words die on my lips when he rubs his rock-hard cock against my ass and taint.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before rips through me, and I’m powerless to stop my moan when he does it again.
“You’d look so hot taking my cock,” he says in that sultry tone that does things to my stomach. “Have you ever played with your prostate?” He bumps his dick against my ass hard enough that I rock on the floor from the impact. “Maybe you’ve slipped a finger in there when you’re jerking off? Or had one of your hookups do it while they’re blowing you? You haven’t lived until you’ve had a sweet spot O.”
“I’m straight,” I scrape out.
He pauses his thrusts and grins down at me. “Straight guys have prostates too, Shaney. Being straight doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a little backdoor fun.” He drags his teeth over his bottom lip and lets out a low moan that makes my stomach tighten and my balls throb.
His grin tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, but before I can tell him to fuck off or try to get him off me, he shifts his legs so his thighs are under mine, lifting my hips and angling them back like we’re in missionary.
“I bet I could make you come with only my fingers.” He leans in like he’s going to kiss me again, but stops when our lips are barely an inch apart.
He’s so close his features blur together, and the scent of his cologne mixes with the lingering smells of clean sweat and musk that have been wrapped around us since he got me on my back.
“Can you picture that, Shaney?” He tilts his head to the side and dips a little closer. “You all spread out for me while I have my fingers buried in your ass? How you’d moan for me while I stroked your spot exactly the way you need?”
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck all the way off and that it’ll never happen, but the only thing that comes out is a garbled groan when he grinds his dick down on mine and lets out another of those sexy moans that makes my brain short-circuit.
“That would be fun,” he continues like we’re having a normal conversation and he’s not on top of me and confusing the fuck out of both me and my dick with his dirty talk. “But I think the real fun would be getting my mouth on you.” He grinds his dick against mine again. “Can you picture that? Me on my knees for you?”
An image of Jace in front of me, his plush lips wrapped around my cock and his icy eyes staring up at me, flashes in my mind’s eye, and I can’t stop my gasp as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip in a slow swipe.
“My mouthismagical,” he continues, a sexy smirk tipping the corner of his lips. “But it has nothing on my tongue.” He grinds his cock against mine, harder this time, and the sting of pain makes me whimper as it morphs into something incredible. “Do you want that, Shaney?”
