There was nobody here—for the first time, I could be loud. I could be as loud as I pleased, make as much noise as I pleased.
Jace smirked at me. “Looks like you don’t even need me. Do you want me to just leave you here to take care of yourself?”
I knew he wasn’t going to do that, but I played along anyway, spreading my legs wider and running a hand through my hair, looking up at him through my lashes again. “I would, but my fingers just aren’t the same as a nice cock… You’ll still have to prove to me that you’re as good as a harem of men.”
Jace’s smirk only grew. “Oh, I plan to.”
He started to take off his own clothes and my mouth watered. He was so goddamn handsome. I still couldn’t believe he was even completely real. He’d been strong and fit even before when we’d first gotten together. He’d been very active, helping his uncle out with his business, and assisting my dad at the hardware store with Andy. But now he was older, a fully-grown adult man who’d been in the military, and the coiled strength in his muscles was evident in every move he made. I was pretty sure if I put my hand on his arm, my fingers wouldn’t wrap all the way around it.
It was unfairly hot.
I reached out to touch him but Jace took a step back, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh.”
“For someone who claims to be determined to prove that he’ll ruin me for all other men, you sure aren’t letting me find out about why.”
Jace shook his head. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“But I don’t want to wait.”
Jace laughed slightly, finally naked, his cock half-hard and making my mouth water once again. This time, I was determined to get that in my mouth, drive him insane. “Well, maybe I can stop teasing you quite as much…”
He crawled onto the bed with me and brushed his lips against mine, pulling back briefly before finally, finally diving into a deep kiss. I sucked on his tongue, groaning. God, yes, I wanted this, I wanted him so badly…
I pushed Jace down onto his back and he landed on the mattress with a surprised oomph. I took advantage, crawling down his body to nose at his dick.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to get my mouth on you,” I moaned, my cheeks on fire from admitting it, even though I knew there was no shame in it.
Jace threaded his fingers through my hair, his gaze going heavy as I drew the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock, teasing him, lapping at the salty bit of precome that leaked out from the head.
It had been years since I’d done this—six years, to be exact. I hadn’t done this since I was last with Jace, but it was just like riding a bike right? I would get used to it once I did it for a few minutes. It would all come back to me.
I just hoped that it was good enough for Jace. I wanted him to feel as good as he’d made me feel, I wanted him to be as impressed with my sex skills as I was with his.
Planting kisses up and down his shaft, I moved my hands to his hips, bracing myself and keeping him from bucking up into my mouth before I was ready. He wanted to tease? To make me desperate for him? Well now the shoe was on the other foot, sir.
I sucked at the underside of his cock and Jace groaned, his hips trying to buck up, his hand tightening in my hair.
“Yes,” I purred. “Tug on my hair if you want.”
Jace growled. “Do you have any fucking clue what you look like right now?” he hissed.
“I could say the same to you,” I shot back, licking all over his shaft and especially the head, getting him wet and sloppy, ready for my mouth. I trailed my fingertips up and down his cock, teasing him even further. “You’re so sexy, you’re the hottest person I swear…”
Jace gave a strangled laugh. “You should speak for yourself. You’re so gorgeous, Leigh, fuck, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen—I know we were joking but I couldn’t ever share you, the idea of any other fucking guy having his hands on you makes me crazy.”
“There’s nobody else,” I promised him. “I only want you. The only person I want to do this for is you.”
With that, I finally took him into my mouth, swallowing him down, and Jace swore violently, tugging on my hair like he couldn’t help himself.
It gave me such a thrill to know that I could make him feel this way, that I could make him go this crazy and lose control. And while I might not have said it out loud—I wanted to be the only one, too. I didn’t want anyone else to see him this way. I didn’t want anyone else to do this to him, to make him feel like this. Just me, always just me.
As tempting as it was to just take as much of his cock as I could and drive him crazy immediately, I wanted to draw it out. I wanted to get him really desperate so that he would fuck me with abandon the way he had the other day. So I pulled off, teasing him by licking at his shaft again, or I would only suckle at the head of his cock before sliding back down. I even drew down behind to suck at his balls a bit, making Jace swear and jerk underneath me, his free hand curling into a fist and thumping onto the mattress.
God, yes. I felt powerful like this, I felt in control and sexy. Jace might have gotten to tease me but I got to tease him right back, and it was beyond exhilarating.
Eventually I did let him get what he wanted, and I took as much of him into my mouth as I possibly could I couldn’t deep throat him, I would need to practice again for that. But I did my best, using my hand on the base of his cock where my mouth couldn’t quite take him in.
Jace didn’t seem to mind. Far from it. His cock was leaking steadily into my mouth, jerking against my tongue, pulsing and thick, stretching my lips and jaw wide, giving me that delicious ache. I groaned around it and Jace choked, his whole body trembling.
“Leigh—Leigh I want to fuck you—I have to fuck you, fuck.” He tugged me up and off of him, his chest heaving, his eyes dark, his lips pulled back into a feral snarl like he was a wolf ready to devour me. I shivered in delight at the savage gleam in his eyes as I licked my lips, chasing the salty taste of him that lingered in my mouth. I was incredibly wet, aching, ready for him to slide that thick cock inside of me and finish us both off.
“My turn,” Jace growled, and oh, I couldn’t wait.
17
Jace
God, fuck, dammit, that had been the best fucking blowjob of my life.
Leigh and I had fun back in the day, exploring each other’s bodies and getting good at figuring out what the other one liked. I could still remember the first time she’d given me a blowjob and I’d cradled her head, murmuring instructions, telling her what I liked. She’d been so eager to please, looking up at me with her big, round eyes while she’d blown me, wanting to get me to come down her throat. She’d been perfect, or so I’d thought at the time.
If only I’d known how much better she could get.
Part of me was jealous. Had whoever she’d been with in between—Sammy’s father—had he taught her more about how to blow someone? I tried to stamp that down. It didn’t matter. She was mine again now, and I was going to keep it that way. I wasn’t going to lose her again.
But practice with someone else or not, we weren’t young barely-legal adults anymore. And Leigh had gotten sassier in the meantime. She knew how to tease, how to draw me to the edge, instead of just trying to get me off and overwhelm me as fast as she could. I’d loved her eagerness back when she was younger, but this—fuck, this was even better.
My cock was dripping with how much it wanted to get inside of her. When I’d pulled her off I’d been only a few more pumps away from coming, and that wouldn’t have worked out at all. I wanted to get her as desperate as I felt, get her begging for me. She wasn’t even going to tease about being with a harem of men again because I was going to show her satisfaction like she’d never fucking known before.
Leigh was still on her hands and knees, and while I loved looking at her face while I made love to her, if I took her from behind, I could tease her more easily from that angle, and I could get even deeper inside of her. I swung my leg around, cau
sing Leigh to gasp in surprise as I wrapped my arms around her, setting my hands on her breasts to start with.
“You’ve become quite a tease while I was gone,” I pointed out, tweaking a nipple between my fingers. Leigh moaned, her head falling back onto my shoulder as she leaned into my weight.
“But you better be careful…” I kissed along her neck. “Revenge is a bitch.”
I nipped at her neck, sinking my teeth in a little, tugging, and Leigh gasped. God, yes. I loved that she could make noise now, that we were alone in the house and nobody could hear the sounds she made.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I squeezed her breast and sucked at her pulse point. “I want to hear you. Don’t hold back.”
Leigh moaned again as I slid my hand down between her legs, not really giving her the pressure she so obviously wanted, just feeling how wet she was, how hot and trembling. Fuck, she was so gorgeous. There was no other woman who’d ever been as beautiful to me. There never would.
“Yeah, that’s it.” I stroked lightly through her folds with the pads of my fingers. Leigh whimpered and then her hips jerked forward as I rubbed at her clit.
“Fuck, Jace… please…” Leigh moaned as I pulled my fingers away and massaged her thighs instead.
“I told you revenge could be a bitch,” I warned her. “You had your fun playing with me, and I’ve still got a point to prove.” I kissed the sensitive skin behind her ear. “You could have ten men in this bed with you and all of them together wouldn’t be able to get you off the way I can. I know your body, Leigh, and I’m going to have you screaming for me by the time we’re finished.”
Leigh gasped as I moved back up to her breasts, teasing her nipples, kissing along her neck once more. I only stroked through her folds every once in a while, keeping her on edge. Leigh tried hard to get me to give her more—she tried to grab at my hands to drag them between her legs, and thrust her hips up, gasping and begging me. But I wasn’t going to start until I was good and ready.
“Please,” she moaned. “Jace, please, come on. I want you so badly. You promised you’d fuck me.”
“Did I? I don’t recall that…” I tugged on her hair to tilt her head farther back, giving me easier access to kiss her collarbones, the hollow of her throat. Leigh gasped and a pleased purr worked its way up out of my chest. “Oh, you like that?” I tugged on her hair again.
“Yes,” Leigh moaned. “God, Jace, please.”
“Please what?” I teased her, lightly stroking her stomach.
“I need it, I need you so badly. I need you to fuck me, please, get me ready and fuck me.”
God, she sounded so fucking good pleading like this. I loved teasing her, but at the end of the day… I was a sucker for her. I always had been. Who was I to deny Leigh when she was pleading so pretty for me? When she wanted me so badly? Not to mention how much I wanted her. Goddamn, my cock was rubbing up against that sweet, perfect ass of hers as she squirmed against my chest, and it was driving me inside. It would’ve been so easy for me to just slide my cock between her cheeks and thrust hard and rough until I came all over her back, but that would just be a quick fix that wouldn’t really give either of us what we wanted. She wanted me inside of her—and goddammit I wanted to be inside of her, too. I wanted to fuck her properly.
At last, I slid my fingers between her legs and kept them there, twisting one finger slowly into her. Leigh moaned loudly, panting, her cheeks pink. I grinned against her shoulder, loving how she shivered and shook from my touch. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“Jace,” she cried out, helplessly, like it was the only word she knew. “Jace… Jace please…”
I chuckled, but she was so desperate, I could afford to be magnanimous. “Don’t you worry, baby, I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you. Don’t I always make you come so good?”
Leigh gasped and nodded. “God, yes.”
“Remember how we used to sneak around all the time, how we would have sex on the blanket in the woods on that rock you painted? Hmm?” I added a second finger, stroking steadily inside of her. “It made me so fucking horny to think about it when I saw that painting you’d done. You were so hot back then, you’re so hot now—even hotter, fuck, that blowjob—you can feel how hard I am for you, huh sweetheart?”
“Yes, yes, you’re so—I want you inside of me, I want you to fuck me—”
“Gotta get you ready for me.” I stroked her inner walls, feeling her contract around me in pleasure as Leigh cried out, her fingers clawing at my arms to try and get something to hold onto. “Anyone ever make you feel like this? Hmm?”
“No one,” she promised. “Fuck, no one, there’s never been—oh God. You’re so good, nobody’s made me feel as good as you.”
“Damn right,” I growled, feeling a pleased, possessive warmth rise up in me. Nobody was going to touch her like this again or make her feel anything close to this. They’d never get the chance. We belonged to each other and I was going to make sure that this time, we stuck to that. I wasn’t going to leave, not ever again. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
I added a third finger and Leigh gasped, although whether it was because of the finger or my words, I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was both. I groaned as I scissored my fingers open, finally getting her ready to take my cock. I was going to fuck her so hard, neither of us were going to be able to walk for a while.
“Bend over,” I ordered with a growl, sliding my fingers out of her. “On all fours.”
Leigh shivered all over and did as she was told. I smirked, lightly spanking her ass. Leigh yelped and grinned over her shoulder at me, shaking her ass. “Naughty.”
“Takes one to know one.” I spread her legs and stroked my cock. Between the blowjob and then rubbing up against her, I would’ve blown my load if this was six years ago. One of the perks of getting older was actually having some goddamn stamina.
Leigh moaned long and loud as I slid inside of her. I had to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from coming right away. Fuck, yes. She was tight and hot, perfect for me, just like she had been the last few times. Just like she had been six years ago. Just like she always would be.
“Yes, Jace, yes, please, fuck me.” Her voice was high-pitched and desperate, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I braced myself, gripping her hips to hold her still as I pulled out, and then slammed back in.
We both groaned. The sensation was so fucking good. I could barely handle it. She wanted me to fuck her? I could definitely do that.
I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t set a slow pace even if I’d wanted to. But after I’d worked her up so much, I had a feeling Leigh didn’t want me to hold back. My fingers were digging into her generous curves but she didn’t seem to mind, crying out and shoving herself back onto me as I fucked into her. She was screaming, as I’d promised, and I was so fucking glad she didn’t have to hold back, her voice music to my ears. She was so goddamn sexy and felt so fucking good, and I was so close—
I wrapped my arm around her and rubbed at her clit, my fingers slipping with how wet she was. Leigh screamed and I felt her fluttering wildly around me as she came, flooding my cock, and I couldn’t hold back a second longer when she felt like that, shoving myself into her a final time with a groan. My mind went white, completely blank, filled with nothing but the pleasure, the searing perfect ecstasy of feeling, of being joined with her.
Falling on top of Leigh would be rude, so I just managed to fall to the side instead as she flipped over onto her back, the two of us panting together. God, that was so fucking good. It was always so goddamn good with her. I was going to find a way for the two of us to spend the rest of our lives together, mark my words.
Would it ruin the moment, I wondered, or make it better if I blurted out you’re perfect and I love you like some kind of Hollywood sap in a romance film? I wasn’t exactly a genius with words, but hey, those were pretty damn straightforward. Or would it be too soon, too much?
I stared up at the ceiling, wonder
ing, working on getting my breath back, when Leigh apparently realized something.
“Holy shit,” she blurted out. “There’s a skylight in the ceiling.”
I burst out laughing, which made me ache a little given the very athletic sex we’d just been having. “Yup, I put that in a couple weeks ago.”
Leigh started laughing, too. “I had no idea. I didn’t notice it.”
“Well the bed was kind of distracting.”
“You’re distracting,” Leigh corrected. “I don’t care too much about…” She paused, then clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide. “We had sex in Rachel’s bed! Our boss’s bed!”
That only made me laugh harder. It was absolutely ridiculous, it was true.
“For your first project, you’re doing a terrible job. Having sex on your house owner’s bed?” Leigh clucked her tongue at me teasingly. “I’m pretty sure Rachel wouldn’t sign off on that contingency.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault. All that harem talk got me riled up.”
Leigh laughed.
Luckily there was just the one mattress cover sheet on the bed—easily thrown into the laundry. Rachel wasn’t moving in just yet anyway so there was no reason for her to know. I wasn’t worried.
For a few minutes we lay there, and then it occurred to me that we should probably clean ourselves up and finish our work for the day. With a groan I sat up and reached for our clothes.
This was the first time we’d really gotten to take our time, I realized. The previous two times it had been more rushed, but this time… this time I’d gotten to go as slowly as I pleased. It only made me more addicted to Leigh.
“Hey, you, uh…” Leigh cleared her throat. “Would you like to take a look at the mural?”
I hadn’t really seen much of it. I had wanted to respect Leigh’s need for privacy, the way that an artist doesn’t want people seeing the messy in-process work and just the finished product. “I’d love to.”
Leigh led me into the other bedroom after we got dressed, and I spun slowly around in a circle, taking in the various stencils, the patches of color, the half-finished tree in the corner.
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