“Oh my god,” I pant, my heart pounding inside my chest, my body stretching around his intrusion.
“Shh, baby,” he murmurs, lifting his head as his mouth finds mine. He pushes in deeper. “Relax. You can take it.”
His hands slide along the outside of my thighs, his fingers gripping my flesh as I wrap my legs around his back. One hand cups the back of my neck, his tongue dancing with mine as his other hand grabs my ass, holding me in place as he starts to shift his hips, slowly fucking me.
Every thrust feels like I’m going to split in two, but I don’t dare speak a word of it. I breathe through each thrust, willing my body to relax and accept him. The last thing I need is for him to stop again. I can’t handle him stopping again when I’m right on the edge. I just need him inside me, filling me completely until we’re both diving head first over the edge of the cliff into euphoria together.
With every thrust, his movements become more frantic, more urgent. His left hand grips my asscheek harder while the other grips the back of my head. His lips are bruising and relentless as he kisses me harder.
“I’m not going to last long,” he pants against my mouth.
Pulling his bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down. “Maybe I should edge you the same way you did me.”
He chuckles, his breath fanning across my lips as he thrusts harder into me. “Not gonna happen.” Pulling back, his eyes flash to mine and his hips still. “Unless you want me to stop.”
“God, no,” I groan, tightening my legs around him to pull him deeper. “I want you to shut up and fuck me.”
“So eager to come,” he murmurs, his teeth catching my bottom lip. His mouth captures mine once more, distracting me with his tongue before he thrusts his cock so hard into me that it takes my breath away. I cry out and Jace swallows my sounds. His fingers bite into my skin as he slams into me over and over, pushing me closer to the edge.
His hand drifts away from my ass, slipping in between us. His thumb brushes against my clit and I whimper. My nails dig into the skin on his shoulder as he rolls his thumb over the bundle of nerves, thrusting into me.
“Fuck, Willow,” he growls. Each thrust is more erratic and faster than the previous. With one final thrust, his body falls rigid and I lose myself around him, moaning loudly as my cunt grips his cock, clenching around him. My orgasm hits me hard, fire spreads through my body, wave after wave in my veins.
He falls over the edge right after me, pumping himself deep inside me. His hips slow as he fills me with his cum. We’re both riding out the high. After a minute of us panting, he slowly pulls out. I miss the fullness as soon as he’s gone. His hand slides down the side of my neck, his thumb slipping beneath my chin to tip my head back.
“Are you okay?”
A lazy smile pulls on my lips. “Do you want an honest answer?”
His eyes widen, bouncing back and forth between mine. “Yes.”
I slide my hands down the length of his torso. “I’ve never been better.”
“Oh, thank god.” He lets out a sigh, his shoulders sagging in relief. “It wasn’t really what I had planned or promised, but whenever you’re around, I can’t seem to form a rational thought.”
“I think it was probably better unplanned,” I say softly, shrugging my shoulders. “I think we were both lost in the moment that way, you know?”
He presses his lips to mine in a haste once more. Then he slowly steps back and pulls me off the counter and onto my feet. He bends down, collecting our clothes from the floor. Instead of handing me mine, he holds out his T-shirt to me, his expression tender as his eyes search mine. “Stay?”
My throat bobs as I swallow roughly. “My brother’s will notice if I don’t come home.” I know this changes nothing between us, but I can’t help myself, the question tumbles from my lips. “What would I tell them?”
Jace stares at me. His lips part like he’s about to respond, but then he clamps them shut, deciding to keep his thoughts to himself. That action alone hurts my chest, but I knew what I was getting myself into. He made it clear that this is only physical between us. He can never give me anything more and honestly, it would just be too messy.
As much as I want to stay, I turn down his shirt and grab my clothes instead. We both dress in silence as I play the entire situation over in my head. It’s better this way, even if I know it will still hurt when it ends.
If my brothers knew about this and things ended badly, it wouldn’t be good for him. What would happen to Noah and Jace’s friendship? Would it survive something like that?
“Willow,” Jace says quietly, his voice filled with regret as his eyes search my face.
All it takes is him calling my name to have me reaching for him. He doesn’t hesitate. He comes to me, his hands finding myhips and pulling me flush against him. My arms wrap around his neck and I press up onto my toes, pulling his face down to mine. His lips collide with mine. The kiss is deep, so deep it leaves us both breathless.
“Any time you want me to come over for dinner, let me know,” I say as I release him, moving to take a step back.
He arches a brow, pulling me back to him as he arches a brow. “Dinner?”
“And other things,” I murmur, kissing him again before finally breaking away. “Whatever this is, it can just be this.” My smile falters as I turn away.
“Dinner and other things?” He quips, a smirk tugging on his lips.
