I slip the last button through the hole, pushing his dress shirt open. He sucks in a sharp breath as I grab for his head, my fingers plunging through his hair, gripping his locks tightly. A chuckle rumbles in his chest as I tug his face away from my neck and guide him back to my mouth.
He doesn’t protest as his lips meet mine and he breathes me in. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips and I part them, meeting his energy as he deepens the kiss. Our mouths are melting together, tongues tangling, fingers roaming. His hands are on my hips, pulling me flush against him, as if he can’t get me close enough.
Unthreading my fingers from his hair, I let my hands explore his body, tracing and memorizing the ridges and planes of the torso I’ve wanted to touch for years. Every muscle, every dip, every flat smooth surface—they’re all cataloged inside my brainnow. This shouldn’t be happening in the first place and I’m quite certain this will never happen again.
So there isn’t a part of me that’s going to let this opportunity go to waste.
Dragging my lips from his, I suck in a shallow breath, my heart pounding erratically in my chest as we’re both breathless. Jace lifts a hand, cupping the side of my face as he runs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “Goddamn, Willow,” he breathes, his eyes scanning my face. “I want you so fucking badly.”
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, my fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his dress pants, along with the elastic of his boxer briefs. “Take what you want.”
He groans, his eyelids fluttering shut as I slide the leather of his belt through the metal clasp. His erection presses against his pants and I inhale sharply as I run my fingers over it, marveling at his length. “Not here,” he growls, his throat bobbing as he tilts his head back. “When I fuck you for the first time, it’s not going to be a quickie in the middle of the shop.”
My heart pounds harder against my ribcage as my finger slips the button through the hole. He doesn’t stop me as I tug on the zipper, slowly sliding it down. “Where’s it gonna be then?”
The tips of my fingers brush against his cock and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Fuck.” He lifts his head, his eyes hooded as he stares down at me. Flames of desire burn brightly in his irises. He’s practically panting. “Somewhere I can strip you naked and spend hours exploring every inch of your body while I bury myself deep inside you.”
“Mmm,” I murmur, dragging my teeth across my bottom lip as I slide my fingers along the waistband of his underwear. Jace’s fingers trail up and down the sides of my arms, then thelength of my torso and up again, and along the underside of my sports bra. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good,” he half moans as his hands move over my breasts, sliding the straps of my sports bra down over my shoulders. “Willow,” he breathes, pulling my bra lower and the cool air sends a shiver down my spine as my nipples are exposed. “I meant what I said and if we don’t stop now?—”
“What if I don’t want to stop?” I ask, pressing my forehead to his as he slides his hands under my breasts, his fingers tugging on my nipples. A moan falls from my lips without my permission and Jace’s pupils dilate. It’s addicting, watching the way he’s so affected by my touch.
I don’t even care about finding a release for myself right now. I just want to watch him come undone under my fingertips.
“I don’t want you to fuck me,” I say, the words barely above a whisper as I take half a step back. His hands are still on me, but as I trail my fingers along the front of his body, his muscles tremble. “I want to do something for you.”
His lips part, a ragged breath escaping him as I begin to lower myself down onto my knees. His hands trail along the sides of my neck and then to my face. He dips his chin to his chest, his palms cupping my cheeks as he tilts my head back to look up at him.
“What are you doing?”
The corners of my mouth twitch, my eyes searching for his permission while I reach for the top hem of his pants. “Let me do this for you.” His eyes widen slightly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He gives me a swift nod and I slowly drag his underwear and pants down.
As I pull them down, his cock springs free and throbs in front of my face, pulsating from the way his heart races. It’s swollen and long, much thicker than I thought from the outline in hispants earlier. Swallowing roughly, I look up at him through my lashes, blinking twice as I wrap my hand around the shaft.
Jace blows out an exaggerated breath, the muscle in his jaw clenching as he drags his fingers over my lips. “The image of you on your knees about to take my cock in your mouth is going to be engraved in my fucking brain for the rest of my life.”
A smirk tugs on my mouth. “Good,” I breathe out. I slide my hand along his length, stopping once I reach the tip. He sucks in a breath as I run the pad of my thumb over the head, a bead of precum collecting on my skin. “I don’t know what you like.”
A chuckle rumbles in his chest as he pushes his hand through my hair. “Anything you do, I know I’ll like.”
There’s a moment, just a small blip, where rationality begins to creep in, but as he speaks those words, it’s all chased away. I don’t need to think right now, because if I do, I know it will sever the moment.
And instead of severing it, I want to savor it.
Warmth washes over me and I open, my lips stretching to accommodate his size as I slide him into my mouth. My tongue presses against the vein along the underside of his cock and he pulsates against it.
“Oh fuck,” he moans as his hands plunge into my hair, his fingers tangling close to my scalp. His eyelids flutter shut as I take as much of his length into my mouth that I can.
The tip of his dick brushes against the back of my throat and I gag around him, unable to stop it from happening. Jace lets out another moan, this time low and guttural, like it’s coming from deep inside of him. He reaches for my hand and wraps it around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself in tandem with my mouth as I bob my head.
Sliding him out of my mouth, I glance up at him, watching his expression grow with confusion as I reach to the shelf to my right, grabbing one of the bottles.
Jace’s eyes are on mine as I unscrew the lid and pour a trail of syrup along the length of his cock. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and his hand is still wrapped around mine as I lick the syrup from him.
“My god,” he breathes, his eyelids fluttering. A smile tugs on the corner of my lips and I taste him and the syrup on my tongue as I take him back into my mouth.
