“Me on my knees. You in my mouth.” I drop to the floor, tugging at his shorts while doing so. His cock comes into view. It’s even more beautiful up close and personal. Long, thick, the mushroom tip bigger than his length, deep red and purple. The vein running on the underside pulses when I trace it with the tip of my finger. His balls are big and heavy. I roll them gently at first before cupping them with the palm of my hand.
“Son of a bitch, peaches.” His grip in my hair tightens when my tongue swirls around his tip, lapping up the precum that’s pouring from him.
“Hmm,” I moan, the vibration causing Jace to lock his knees.
“Even better than I imagined, and you haven’t even wrapped those pretty lips around my cock yet.” I start with a slow, wet glide of my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, savoring the taste of him like I did with his precum. Jace doesn’t disappoint, either, he’s looking down at me, gaze heavy-lidded and heated with desire. My chest blossoms at the realization that I’m the one doing this to him.
I could very well make him wait, draw this brand of torture out, except I’d be doing myself no favors considering I want Jace McKay to come undone because of me. I part my lips and take the tip of his cock into my mouth. Velvet heat is the only way to describe him. Jace’s hands crash into my hair, fingers diggingdeep into the strands as he lets out a half-groan and half-growl. It only makes me want to do and hear more. My lips slide down his length as I hallow my cheeks and draw him deeper, being careful to breathe through my nose in order to not gag. Though, I’m sure Jace would get a thrill knowing he did that to me. I store that away for next time.
When I realize I can’t take all of him, his length too long, his girth too thick, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, holding it steady. I pick up my pace, the wet rhythmic sounds fill the room around us.
“Christ, peaches. Your mouth on my dick, never going to get enough.” His thumb slides along my cheek, and his hips begin to buck, his restraint at its breaking point. My lips tighten. I suck hard, faster, deeper. Then he takes over, thrusting in and out of my mouth, being careful not to let my head bang against the wall behind me.
My throat constricts in a way that makes Jace’s breath hitch. A tremble runs through him, and I can tell he’s hovering over a razor’s edge. He’s at my mercy, and when he throws his head back, muscles tightening, sweat coating his skin, and groans, “Peaches,” in that sensuous way. I know he’s so damn close that when the first heavy spurt fills my mouth, I do the only thing I want: I swallow each and every drop.
Meanwhile, he doesn’t stop moving, and I don’t stop sucking his cock until he’s completely depleted of energy.
“Sensitive as fuck,” he groans. I slowly pull of his cock, drawing my tongue along the underside and swirling it around the tip before sitting back on my thighs with a small smile tugging at my lips. My thighs press together when he looks down on me, tipping my head up and rubbing my lips with his thumb. A small drop of come was left behind, and he pushes his digit into my mouth to clean a piece of him up.
“Jace.” My breasts are heavy, the aching pulse between my legs intensifies, and while I’d love nothing more than for him to use his mouth on me, I can wait.
“Give me a minute, peaches.” I lick my lips when he sends a lazy-as-fuck drunk look my way
“A minute for what?” I ask.
“To return the favor,” he says with certainty.
“Nope, that was just for you. I have to work, and I’m going to do it at the kitchen table, if that’s okay with you. Plus, once we get started, we tend to get carried away and forget about everything else.” He holds his hand out for me, helping me to my feet.
“I hate that you’re making logical sense, when what I really want is to strip you bare, take you to bed, and make you come until you’re completely wrung dry.” He pulls his shorts up, causing me to make a low yearning noise in the back of my throat. “That right there. Want to hear it again in bed tonight. Now, gonna help you get situated. You wanna work outside, I’ve got a WiFi booster. Wherever you want. But as soon as you’re done for the day, you’re mine, peaches.” My lower stomach tightens with desire. The thrill of his words sends a shockwave straight to my core.
“I’m looking forward to it.” I place a kiss on his chest, and he gathers me in his arms, kissing me right on the lips, not caring that he’s tasting himself on me, and that makes me all the hotter for him.
11
Jace
“Takin’ you out on the bike tomorrow. Did you pack a pair of jeans, or are we stopping by your place first?” We’re in bed. She’s naked, I’m naked, and both of us are mutually satisfied. Willow cooked dinner tonight, true to her word, and I was blown the hell away. I’m not sure how she came up with what she did with what I had, but the garlic herb chicken with mashed potatoes and glazed carrots was so damn good I ate two plates. I cleaned up the kitchen while she took a shower, and then I had no problem joining her. I washed her, she washed me, and by the time we were finished, we were both greedy for one another.
I picked her up, carried her out of the bathroom, and tossed her on the bed. Instead of lying there with her legs spread, she got up on her knees, hands going to my chest, and asked if she could ride my face while she sucked my cock. Those words ver-fucking-batim. I damn near came right there on the spot.
I sucked her clit, fucked her pussy with my fingers, and pressed a thumb to her ass, testing my luck to see what she likes best, and I wasn’t even surprised when she rode me harder anytime I inflicted a bit of pain with her pleasure. I didn’t stop working her until she climaxed so hard, she ripped her mouth off my cock, used her hand to keep up the momentum, and nearlycollapsed. I’d been more than willing to use my hand or to flip her onto her back to use her pretty tits to slide my cock between.
In true Willow form, she gathered her wits and took me like I’ve never had before. Hands, mouth, swallowing me when I groaned, and she didn’t stop until she’d sucked every last bit of my come until I had nothing left to give. Willow drained me dry twice, and I’m pretty sure I could go again with just a crook of her finger.
“You have a bike?” She lifts up from my chest, hair tumbling over her shoulders, one curl circling the pebbled tip of her nipple.
“Yeah. 1995 Springer Softail Harley Davidson.” I traded my last bike for this one, wanting more comfort for longer distances and less speed. My mother and sister breathed a sigh of relief. Jade probably more than mom after the wreck Locke was involved in.
“So, that’s what you’re hiding in the garage.” Her hand rests on my chest.
“Not sure I’m hiding it, but tomorrow, it’s you me and the open road.” I’m going to keep her mind off the fiasco that will no doubt happen Sunday morning.
“Well, in that case, it’s a good thing I packed a pair of jeans and closed-toe shoes.” The next order of business is making sure she has a sturdy pair of boots and a leather jacket. I did one of those get-it-to-you-in-two-hours-or-less deals earlier in the day for her helmet as well as a different seat to have her sitting behind me. I’ve still got to attach the thing, but I figure tomorrow morning, while she’s hopefully still asleep, it won’t take long to get it fixed up.
“Good. You ever been on the back of a bike?” I ask. I had plans on taking her on the boat all day tomorrow, pack a cooler, grab a couple of rods, and stop at the bait store on the way out to a honey hole, but since the problem I’ve been working on is moreof a headache than I initially thought, it’ll be another few days before it’s fixed.
The damn steering cable snapped. A loss of steering is a pain in the dick. The only good part about this fiasco is that I was right in the channel when I realized what happened. I had to manually steer it back to the dock, and with my heavy schedule, it sat until I could get to it. The process isn’t terrible, more or less tedious with having to disconnect the broken cable at the motor before doing similar at the helm, and with Willow coming back to me earlier than anticipated, it meant putting that off and working on something else.
