“You have everything in perfect rows, all lined up by size and shape.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “How do you even walk into my house?”
“Because it’s yours.” Sure, I liked my things organized a certain way for efficiency, but when I walked into Kinsley’s place, I wasn’t worried about that. Not that her home was messy or dirty. It felt lived in—how a home should be. I didn’t mind searching for the ingredients in her spice drawer because she was cooking by my side, didn’t worry about the toys littering the floor because it made Anna happy. Every picture frame and item told a story, and I was desperate to learn them all; I wanted to add my own pages when the time was right.
She beamed up at me. “Smooth, hotshot. Saying all the right things to get lucky.”
That made my cock jolt to attention, already growing hard with Kinsley flush against me. “Then I’m going to keep my mouth shut before I say something stupid.”
“Works for me,” she teased, toying with the hair at the base of my neck. “You like it when I tell you what to do, how much I can’t hold back when I want you.”
“Oh yeah?” I smirked as if I hadn’t already made the connection. Kinsley was always responsive, but she came alivewhen she barked out commands, and I eagerly complied, her pussy gripping me like she never wanted to let me go. “Then tell me what you want, Kins.”
She pursed her lips, tapping the plump lower one with her index finger. “Bend me over that couch and show me how much you want me, how much you’re dying for another chance to be inside me.”
“Done.”
THIRTY-FIVE
Jace’s eyes consumed me as I stepped backward, shedding off my cardigan and tossing it at his feet. They turned molten when my tank top and bra joined it, his gaze taking in every inch of skin. By the time I leaned against the couch, arching my back, he’d closed the space between us, capturing my lips as if it had been weeks, not hours, since our last touch.
“Fuck,” he sighed as his hand gripped the back of my neck, tilting my jaw up to trace the delicate skin. “Every morning, I wake up, and I have to remind myself you’re real. I must have done something right in my miserable life to get to have you like this.”
“Jace…” I moaned, arching into his touch when he cupped my breast. His thumb teased my nipple, and I shifted closer to him, needing so much more.
He stared down at me, a mixture of adoration and amusement reflected in his gaze. “How do you want to come, pretty girl? You want my fingers, mouth, or cock first?”
“Mouth,” I panted, gripping the edge of the couch as his lips encircled my sensitive breast, teasing the tip with his tongue. I reached out to hold his hair, but his hand caught mine first, pinning it back in front of me.
“You like to be in control,” he said, his words broken as he continued to lavish my chest with his tongue. “But for tonight…let me show you what it’d be like to let go.” His blue eyes lifted and met mine. “Trust me?”
I swallowed, unable to do anything but nod under the heat of his gaze. He reached out, shifting my hips so my front collided with the back of the leather. Jace’s touch was soft, almost reverent as he ran the backs of his fingers along my spine, bending me over more. His breath hitched as he toyed with the edge of my pants. “Fuck, Kins. I can barely breathe when you’re around, especially like this, trembling for my touch.”
“Then touch me,” I growled, sliding back to collide with his growing length.
“Patience,” he tsked, giving me one thrust before lowering my pants and underwear to the floor. His hot breath coasted over my core at the same time his fingers skimmed my skin, and a sharp breath escaped my lips. His touch was gentle—too gentle to get me where I needed to be. But my knees still shook, my breaths uneven as he kneeled behind me, pushing my thighs to spread them wider. “Let’s call this a test,” Jace mused as his fingers traced my core. “See how long before you’re calling out my name.”
“What?” I snapped. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“It’s all in the anticipation,” Jace growled, his fingers finally stroking me. He skated through my soaked center, humming his appreciation at my desire. “See, I could fuck you fast, give you all my cum, make it drip down your thighs all night. But if I go slow…” The subtle glide of his fingers inside me followed the same rhythm. “Then, when you do break, it’ll be even more intense. Make you scream my name so loud, all the neighbors will know you’re mine.”
“Jace.” His name came out as a whine, my hips shifting for more. More. It was the only thought in my mind, the word echoing with a roar.
He stilled as he lowered behind me, leaving kisses down my spine. “Trust me, Kinsley. You know I’ll give you everything and more.”
His quiet promise sliced through the desperation, and my fingers loosened. As I relaxed, Jace’s mouth found me, exploring every inch of my center. It was hard to hold on, to not grind into him as he savored me, claiming every drop of my desire. My fingers dug holes into the leather, my only lifeline as he pushed me closer to the edge. But as soon as I shook around him, he pulled back, replacing his insistent tongue with the same steady touch of his fingers.
It eased some of the tightening in my core, pulling me back from the release I craved. I tried to shift to face him, but Jace’s free hand pressed against my spine, bending me back over the back of the couch. The edge cut into my stomach, but I didn’t care, not when his tongue found me again, each press of his tip around my clit like heaven. He continued to circle it, toy with me, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive me wild. But just as that sweet crescendo was within reach, he once again backed off, returning to those slow, lazy strokes.
We continued like this for what felt like hours—alternating between him devouring me and those brief strokes that made me whine for more. Jace smirked against my skin, his smile clear when he pressed his lips to the back of my thighs. “You’re doing so well, Kins. So responsive. I love having you like this.”
“Please,” I groaned, my fingers almost numb from clutching the cushion. He’d pulled every fiber in my body taut, and I needed to let go. “Please let me come, Jace.”
He hummed against my skin, kissing my backside and stroking my flushed skin. “You need it?”
“Yes.”
“You need me?”
“Fuck yes.” I didn’t care what I looked like, the mess he’d made of me. I needed him to fill me, take me, push me over the edge. When Jace shifted behind me, my heart raced and my fingers tightened. He pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, and just the simple touch made me want to explode.
