One hand lands on my hip and pulls my body flush against his as the other slips around the back of my head and grips my skull. My hands fist the front of his sweatshirt as his mouth collides with mine. There’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses me. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips, urging them apart as he slips inside my mouth.
Tongues tangling, teeth clashing, mouths melting—he kisses me like he’s desperate for the oxygen in my lungs, like it’s the only thing he needs to survive.
“I missed you,” he murmurs against my mouth, his tongue darting out to trace the outline of my lips.
A soft laugh bubbles in my throat as I kiss him back. “It’s only been two days since we last saw one another.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he rasps, his lips trailing along the underside of my jaw. He lifts his hand from my hips, planting it on the wall above my head. “You’re under my skin. When I’m not with you, you’re all I seem to think about.”
“You know where to find me,” I remind him, my eyelids fluttering shut, my head tipping back as his mouth trails down the side of my neck. A moan escapes me as he lifts the bottom hem of my sweatshirt, dragging his fingertips along my bare stomach. “I should get back outside.”
“Yeah?” he murmurs against my neck, trailing his tongue along the column of my throat, nipping at my flesh. “No one’s stopping you, Willow.”
Sliding my hands up under his jacket and over his shoulders, I push the sleeves down his arms as his mouth finds mine once more. He kisses me with haste, my tongue darting out to meet his as the urgency and need hangs heavily in the air around us.
“You drive me insane,” he breathes, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth. His hands drift lower, pushing beneath the waistband of my sweatpants. “Goddamn, I want you.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Yeah?” My heart pounds harder, heat simmering in the pit of my stomach. “Lock the door.”
He blows out a breath, groaning as he pulls away, twisting his body to turn the lock. “Come here,” he murmurs, his hand reaching for mine as he tugs me to him. He drops his hands down to my waist and spins me around to face the mirror. “We don’t have a lot of time, so it’s going to have to be quick.” His fingers hook the elastic of my pants. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” I say in a rush, the word falling from my lips with a breath as I stare back at him through the glass. “I want you inside me, Jace, and I don’t want to wait until later.” Spinning in his grip, I reach for his pants, tugging down his joggers, pulling his boxer briefs with them. “You’re wasting time.”
A low chuckle sounds from his throat and his cock bobs free. He’s already hard and stretched, his length swollen and throbbing. His hands drift down the sides of my body, pulling my sweatpants down with them. My panties are already damp with my own arousal and I lift an eyebrow as he leaves them.
Reaching between us, I wrap my fingers around his cock and slide my hand along it. The moisture builds between my legs and we’re running out of time. Looking up at him, I collect the saliva from my mouth, gathering it on my tongue before I bow my head and spit on his cock.
“Holy fuck,” he moans, the muscles along his lower abdomen tightening. Coating my hand in my saliva, I pump his cock a few more times to get it wet.
Jace tugs my face to his. The kiss is deep as he removes my hand from his dick. His hands drop down to my hips, spinning me to face the opposite direction as his mouth leaves mine.
“Bend over for me, baby. Show me where you want my cock.”
A shiver trails down my spine and I bend at the waist, planting my hands on the counter in front of me. Jace growls, his fingers brushing my cunt as he sweeps them under my panties, tugging them to the side.
“You’re so good.” He runs the tip of his cock through my wet pussy lips then presses against my center. His eyes flick to mine in the mirror as he wraps his hand around my ponytail. His lips part, a low hiss slipping from him as he thrusts into me.
A cry of pleasure falls from my lips as he fills me to the hilt, his cock stretching me. I slap my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. My body instantly clenches around him as he slowly begins to move his hips, sliding in and out. He stops with just the tip inside before thrusting into me again.
“I could fuck you forever,” he rasps, his voice catching in his throat as he releases his grip on my hair. His hand drifts down to my waist and he pushes my shirt farther up my torso, his fingertips dancing across my bare skin.
My fingers flex and my arms ache as I brace myself for every thrust. I push my ass back in his direction, moving myself in tandem with his body.
“I want you to come for me, baby,” he growls, snaking his arm around the front of my body, slipping his hand between my legs. His fingers immediately find my clit, applying the most delicious amount of pressure as he begins to work them against my flesh.
There’s a sound that echoes outside of the bathroom, almost like a door closing, but the thought dissipates as Jace rolls his fingers over my clit. My body tenses, ecstasy rippling through me as he pounds into me. The fire in my belly builds, threatening to spread through my body at any minute.
And then I hear Noah’s voice from somewhere else in the house.
“Jace?”
Jace stills inside me, his eyes widening as he meets mine in the mirror. He doesn’t move. My heart fucking stops inside my chest.
My brother calls out again. “Where are you at, man?”
“Fuck,” Jace mumbles, but he still doesn’t retreat. He leans forward, his eyes still on mine in the mirror. My eyelids flutter as he pushes his cock deeper inside me. “If you don’t want your brother to find us, you’re gonna need to be quiet.” His lips brush the outer shell of my ear and he lifts his hand to cover my mouth.
Holy shit.
