Page 94 of Fight or Flight
I barely have enough time to look down at him before he swallows my length, and unlike the last time he did this, there’s no teasing or trying to draw things out as he swallows me down and deep throats me on the first pass.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper and thread one hand through his long hair to push it back from his face.
He lifts his eyes to mine, and the sight of him on his knees for me, my length sliding in and out of the tight passage of his mouth and those icy eyes staring up at me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Jace keeps eye contact with me as he works me over, and I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from what I just did, the damn dancing and dirty talk that got me way more hot and bothered than it should have, or his talented mouth, but I find myself teetering on the edge of my orgasm after only a few minutes.
He must sense it, because he abruptly pulls off me, but before I can protest, he spins me around and shoves me face-first against the wall.
I catch myself with my hands so I don’t smash into the hard stones, but before I can fully wrap my head around what’s happening, Jace is splitting me open.
“Oh god!” I gasp as the cool air moves over my exposed skin.
Jace chuckles, then spits on my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, and my entire body goes tense when he uses his finger to spread his spit over my hole.
He chuckles again, and my knees buckle a bit when I feel his warm, nimble tongue pressing against my entrance.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” I can’t control the words or sounds falling from my lips as Jace pushes his tongueinsideme and fucks me with it the way I so desperately want him to fuck me with his cock.
My eyes fly open. I want him to fuck me, and I don’t even care if he doesn’t have lube and it hurts. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath.
Yeah, I’m definitely not straight, and I feel like a dumbass for lying to myself for so long.
I want Jace, and I don’t just want him to fuck me—I want him to fucking own me.
Seemingly unaware of my epiphany, Jace continues to eat me out like a man possessed, and the needy, hungry noises he’s making are almost as hot as the sensation of having his tongue in and on me.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before swirls around inside me, and my cock is so hard it actually aches, but all I can do is babble like an idiot and push back against his tongue as my body begs him for more.
Without warning, he pulls his mouth off me and stands. I bite my lip so I don’t start begging for real, but I can’t stop my groan of approval when I hear the faint sound of metal on metal as he pulls his zipper down.
His big hand grips and squeezes one of my ass cheeks, and I press my face against the cool stone when I hear plastic crinkling, then the sound of tearing.
Is that lube?
My question is answered when his slippery finger presses against my hole, and I instinctively bear down as he pushes it inside me.
He’s not being rough, but he’s not being gentle, either, and my body lights up as the most delicious mix of pleasure and pain washes over me.
“That’s right,” he practically growls in my ear as he pumps his finger inside me. “I know what you want.”
I jump as he bites the shell of my ear, and more of that pain/pleasure mix takes over my senses as he works a second finger inside me.
“That’s it,” he encourages when I push back against his hand. “You want more?” He chuckles softly. “Of course you do.” He crooks his fingers and rubs them over my prostate.
My cry is so loud it echoes in the room, and I cover my mouth with my hand. The last thing I want is to get caught. Not because I don’t want people to know about this, but because I don’t want Jace to stop.
Hell, at this point, I’d probably let him bend me over and fuck me in front of the whole damn party if he used his growly voice and told me to.
“You’re so fucking hot right now,” he says, pulling his fingers out of me.
Something about the compliment, if it can even be considered a compliment, hits me deep in the chest. It’s not so much what he said, but the desperate and nearly feral way he said it, like it just slipped out, that means everything.
Jace is the most controlled and calculating person I’ve ever met. He doesn’t just say things or let things slip, and the fact that he did makes it feel like he’s just as into this as I am, and this has nothing to do with him winning and is about him wanting to be with me.
The crinkling of plastic pulls me from my musings, and I glance over my shoulder in time to see him tearing open a condom with his teeth.
