Part 39 (2/2)

Looking out in the crowd as the chorus starts, I try not to laugh. I don't know what he is thinking, looking at me like that. Yeah, the song is all about being in love, but Jace is it for me. I was made to love him. As my eyes lock with his, Jace's mouth curves as his head moves to the beat of the music. I swear, he is hanging on every word coming out of my mouth. Almost like he has been waiting his whole life to hear me sing this song.

I hope he has.

Because I've been waiting to sing it to him.

I fall onto the bed beneath him, and his mouth takes mine as his fingers move up my ribs, cupping my breast. Hungrily, our mouths move together as he rubs his hard c.o.c.k against my hot center, taking away my breath. Arching against him, I cry out when he takes my nipple between his fingers, squeezing hard, his mouth covering mine to capture my cries of desire. Moving my hands up his back, I dig my nails into his shoulders as our kisses become more urgent and a little sloppier.

Not that I care.

Pulling away, he bites into my bottom lip, a deep sound coming from the back of my throat before he lets go, a grin pulling at those wicked lips. Reaching for my s.h.i.+rt, he pulls it up and over my head. ”You were so f.u.c.king hot tonight.”

Gasping for air, I grin as his fingers dance along my ribs. ”Just take me.”

”Oh, I am. I just need you naked.”

He unhooks my bra and his eyes fall to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s as I say, ”You too, get naked.”

Pulling his s.h.i.+rt up, I take him by his work pants, unb.u.t.toning them and pus.h.i.+ng them down his hips with his help. When he gets them off, along with his boxers, he throws them over the edge. I kiss up his chest, my eyes drifting shut from the intoxicating smell of coffee coming off his skin. Threading his fingers in my hair, he pulls my head back, capturing my mouth before he takes ahold of my breast. I'm throbbing for him, my body is on fire, and I have to have him in me. Pulling my mouth from his, I nibble down his jaw, his hands working to get my pants undone. But he doesn't get far with my mouth distracting him.

”f.u.c.k,” he breathes when I take his nipple between my teeth, biting lightly. His hands take me by the hips, squeezing me as I go on all fours, licking the head of his c.o.c.k. ”Oh, f.u.c.k me.”

”Trying,” I whisper against his c.o.c.k before taking it in my mouth and moving my lips up and down him. Soon, he is thrusting into my mouth the way I wanted him to. Taking me by the back of my head, he is quickly f.u.c.king my mouth with an urgency that has me dripping down my thighs. My eyes are watering with each thrust, but I love it. f.u.c.king love it. Each thrust is demanding as I suck him in and he pulls out, his sounds of pleasure encouraging me not to stop. I want to taste him, but soon he is stopping, pulling me up to kiss me.

”Jace,” I pout as he lays me down, pulling my jeans off. ”I wanted you to come in my mouth.”

He pauses, my jeans at my knees, and says, ”Really?”

I nod, a grin pulling at my lips. ”Yeah.”

Pulling my jeans off, he throws them over his shoulder. But he pauses when his eyes fall on the scars on the insides of my thighs. I hadn't realized the lights were on due to the white-hot desire coursing between us. I almost press my legs together to hide them, but then his fingers are tracing them before he looks up at me. ”These don't define you, Avery.”

My throat is thick with emotion as I nod slowly. ”Okay.”

”You hear me? This isn't you anymore.”

I nod with more force, tears stinging my eyes before he nods and goes back up on his knees. Pointing to his c.o.c.k, he says, ”As you were.”

I don't think he realizes how much this moment means to me. I'm still out of breath, one side of my mouth quirking as I go back to all fours, opening my mouth for him. When he pushes his c.o.c.k into my mouth, I close my eyes, the velvety smooth skin of him so good, I only want more. As he thrusts in and out of my mouth, his tempo increases. His hand wraps around my hair, pulling with each thrust, my name dropping off his lips in the most sinful way. When his hand comes around, squeezing my a.s.s, I gag at how far he goes in, but then he is coming. Closing my eyes tightly, I don't care about anything else but his come going down my throat and his guttural moan filling the room.

Satisfaction courses through my body as his c.o.c.k throbs in my mouth. When I look up at him, G.o.d, he is beautiful. His body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his head hanging behind him as he sucks in air and lets it back out. ”Good Lord,” he moans out as he backs away, his c.o.c.k falling from my lips. ”You hot little thing,” he teases as he squeezes my hair in his hand, my scalp burning from the roughness, but I crave it. Pulling my head back, he takes my mouth, his tongue searching, playing with my tongue, only making me wetter as I get lost in his kisses. When he pulls away, I whimper for more, but he shakes his head.

”Turn around.”

I go to roll onto my belly, but he stops me. ”No, stay on all fours but with your a.s.s this way.”

I do as he asks and I put my a.s.s in the air, ready for him to enter me. But when his mouth is on my p.u.s.s.y with a vengeance, I cry out. He opens me up, his tongue moving along the inside of me, along the entrance of my p.u.s.s.y, f.u.c.king me ever so slowly. Gripping my hips, he f.u.c.ks me with his tongue, his fingers biting into my a.s.s as my shrieks become louder and I clutch the sheets for support. Trembling under the a.s.sault of his mouth, my whole body tenses up. But then he stops. I look back, but I don't see him. I don't have to wait long before I feel him, though. His head is between my legs and then he is pulling me down so I'm sitting on his mouth.

”Holy s.h.i.+t,” I cry out, my knees on either side of his head, my hands coming up to hold my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

As he devours me, I shake with antic.i.p.ation, ready to come, ready to release as his tongue flicks along my c.l.i.t, making me wild with l.u.s.t. He moves his fingers inside of me, and I jerk against him, the sensation too much but so freaking good. As he sucks my c.l.i.t into his mouth over and over again, his fingers going deeper and deeper, I'm so high in the clouds, I'm unsure if I can come back down. But soon my body shakes with my o.r.g.a.s.m and I quiver against his mouth as he continues to suck me through it. I thrash against his mouth, jerking from the overwhelming love he is bestowing on me. He chuckles as he stops, smacking me lightly against my c.l.i.t.

”Jace,” I cry as he does it again.

”That's right. f.u.c.k, you taste good,” he murmurs against my lips before pus.h.i.+ng me back up and hopping up behind me. Pressing my chest to the bed, he tangles his hand in my hair as he drops kisses down my back, sending s.h.i.+vers throughout my body. Closing my eyes, I try to collect myself as the sound of a tearing condom wrapper fills the room. When he enters me, I suck in a breath, my whole body tensing up from the invasion. But it's welcome. d.a.m.n it, it's so welcome. Taking me by my shoulders, he lifts me before he starts to pound into me, each thrust so hard and fulfilling I almost can't handle it. I lift my a.s.s so he can go deeper, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he pounds into me. And I'm gone. So f.u.c.king gone.

The smack of his body against my a.s.s is like music to me and soon becomes my favorite sound ever. When I look back at him, he looks so beautiful and in the zone. But then he reaches for me, one hand holding my breast, his other hand finding my c.l.i.t as his teeth sink into my shoulder. Crying out, I watch his face as he f.u.c.ks me with his c.o.c.k and his finger against my c.l.i.t. He demolishes me, and I almost can't stay up on all fours as he sends me into convulsions, my o.r.g.a.s.m rocking my body so hard.

As he kisses my shoulder, I squeeze my eyes shut, his name falling from my lips as he pounds into me. It's so d.a.m.n good, such a tight fit as my body squeezes him. When I open my eyes, our gazes lock, and I feel it. We are falling even more for each other. I wonder if he feels it too. The euphoric, all-consuming feeling of his taking what he wants from me and my giving it to him. He can have it all. Everything.

With one hand at my hip, his other takes me by my chin, and then he is jerking into me, his own o.r.g.a.s.m racking his body. His fingers bite into my jaw, but I just turn into his hand, biting his palm, causing him to cry out ever so perfectly. Pulling me against his chest, he takes my mouth with his, his hands holding me close as we get lost in our kisses. It was so frantic, so much need between us that I'm trembling against him. Squeezing me tightly, he kisses me once and then twice before pulling back to look at me.

He looks more than gorgeous, and I can't even fathom how I got here. How I was able to get the most amazing, sweetest guy ever to want me. I mean, he's just beautiful. His face is red, sweat dripping down his temple, and his lips swollen from our kisses. Kissing my nose, he leans his head against mine, sharing the same uneven breath with me. Just like we are one.

I don't ever want anything else but this.

Holding my gaze, he cups my jaw, running his thumb along my bottom lip. ”I loved the song you sang tonight.”

I laugh. ”You rock my world and then you bring up a song?”

He grins, sucking in breaths. ”The whole time you were singing, I just wanted you, but it was more than that. I love it.”

”You did?”

”Yeah, I almost thought it was for Todd, but then you looked at me like you are now, that hot, s.e.x-kitten look, and I knew it was for me.”

”It was,” I whisper, our lips moving against each other not in a kiss, but just a feel. When he pauses, his eyes burning into mine, I smile. ”What?”

Looking bashful, his eyes are blazing as he asks, ”Does it feel like the first time, every time to you?”

I raise a brow. ”What do you mean?”

”Like, do you get the b.u.t.terflies still?”

I hadn't until he said that, and as they go nuts in my gut, I nod. ”I call them June bugs now.”

His forehead presses to mine and his eyes fall closed. ”I hope that feeling never ends.”

”Me too.”

”I hope this never ends.”

I close my eyes and my heart skips a beat as I slowly nod against his head. ”Me too.”

Running my finger lazily along her spine, I look out the window as light begins to fill the room. It's early, only five, and I have no clue why I'm awake. Probably because I'm so used to it from working for the last three weeks at the coffee shop. But man, I wish I could go back to sleep. Today, I don't have to work or go to practice, it's guaranteed sleep time, but instead I'm staring at the ceiling.

I look over to Markus's bed and see that he is not there. He didn't come home last night. Interesting. Guess this thing with Mekena is going well. He may have not been very committed or even think it could work, but every time I see him, I see her, so I'm thinking it is. Not that it's any of my business. I have my girl in my arms and nothing else matters but her right now.

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