He releases my hand, letting me take over by myself as he grabs the back of my head once more. Sticky saliva drips from the corners of my mouth and my lips are spread wide as I take him as deep as I can. Staring up, I watch the way his face contorts, the way the cords in his throat move.
His grip tightens on my hair and his hips flex as he plunges deeper. He hits the back of my throat once more and I breathe through it, refusing to let myself gag again. I suck him into my mouth, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock as I take him in and out, over and over.
My hand pumps, tightening around his shaft. His entire body trembles, his grip tight, hips thrusting, matching my movements, as he loses himself in the pleasure.
“Oh, Willow baby,” he moans, my name rumbling inside his chest. “That’s it,” he breathes, his fingers digging into my scalp. “I’m so close.”
He looks down at me, lust and need swirling in his heated gaze, as he uses my mouth.
“Look at you,” he growls, working the muscle in his jaw. “My cock looks so fucking good with your lips wrapped around it.”
I never thought I’d enjoy the view from my knees, but seeing him like this and knowing I’m the reason behind it has me soaring through the clouds, riding a high of my own. My center clenches and there’s a blazing heat building in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m gonna come and if you don’t want me to in your mouth?—”
My hand tightens around his cock and I level my gaze on his, silently telling him that’s what I want. I want to taste him, I want to feel him as he loses himself inside my mouth.
He thrusts his hips as I pump my hand, swallowing him back. Once. Twice. And on the last stroke, his entire body stiffens. His hands feel like they’re going to pull my hair from my head.
“Oh god,” he moans, the sound vibrating through my entire body, as he stares down at me. His body relaxes, his hips jerking as he shoots his come into the back of my throat. Swallowing, I continue to suck him, stroking my hand along his length until there’s nothing left for him to give.
My jaw aches, my clit throbs, and my knees scream in protest. Rocking back onto my shins, I release him with a pop. Jace cups the sides of my face, his thumbs stroking the corners of my mouth as he wipes away the spit. His face is flushed and his lips are parted as he tries to catch his breath.
“That… was unexpected,” he pants, a ghost of a smile dancing across his lips. His hands trail down the sides of my throat and under my arms as he urges me to my feet. My heart races as reality and conflict settle around us, forcing me to take a step back.
What the hell just happened?
Jace’s eyebrows tug forward and he pulls up his pants, securing them around his waist. Once his pants are buttoned and his belt is secured, he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me back to him. Sliding his forefinger beneath my chin, he tips it back, his mouth immediately finding mine.
He kisses me slowly, his tongue swiping mine like he’s trying to draw my soul from my body. “Don’t do that,” he murmurs against my lips before we break apart. “Don’t pull away from me.”
I swallow hard, my eyebrows cinching closer. “I—We both just got caught up in the moment there.”
He clicks his tongue, slowly shaking his head at me. “No, I don’t think we did. I think we’ve both been waiting for that to happen.”
His words strike something inside my chest. I guess I was wrong about this all being one sided, but I don’t dare question it. The last thing I’m going to do is make this messy by dragging any emotion into it. That’s a recipe for failure.
“I think I’m the one who’s in your debt now,” he says. His thumb rubs slow circles on my lower back. “When are you going to let me pay you back?”
Is that what this is now? Just the two of us trading sexual favors?
“The ball’s in your court, Miller. I’m sure you’ll find the right time to make a move.” Winking for good measure, I pull away from him and take a step back. “Now get down on your knees… and help me clean up this mess.”
He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he grabs the roll of paper towels and tosses them to me. “Yes, boss.”
I don’t know what we’re really doing here, but it’s too late to take any of this back now. There’s no way for me to not get my emotions wrapped up in these fleeting moments with him. However, he doesn’t have to know about them. If he doesn’t know, then he won’t get his feelings involved either. We’re both safer that way.
The less he knows, the better.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
JACE
Ican’t stop thinking about Willow and the way she looked on her knees last night, with my cock in her mouth, and my cum at the corners of her lips.
I don’t know what this is that we’re doing here, but whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop. I want to see where this goes—physically, I mean. I can’t give her any more than that and at some point, I’m going to have to be honest with her.
The thought of being with someone in a long term relationship is anxiety inducing for me. The thought of getting involved with someone and potentially letting them down, or failing them in one way or another… I know it’s a vulnerability I’ll never be able to let myself experience.
