7
Willow
Iwake up with a weight on my back and a cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass. Even through the fabric my bikini-style panties, I can feel all of Jace. It’s hot to know I do this to him. It’s also amazes me that he didn’t take what I was willingly trying to offer him last night. I remember it all. I also remember the heated look, the way he resisted me, and how quickly sleep took me under. The combination of being exhausted and having a couple of drinks, a full belly, and the comfort of a good man meant I slept the best I have in, well, probably years. And isn’t that saying something? I’m thirty-three and still being played like an instrument in a string quartet by my father.
“Mornin’, peaches.” His hand around my waist moves upward, along my sternum, causing me to suck in a breath when he wraps it around my breast. Jesus, never before has this been an erogenous zone for me. Even when I’m indulging in a bit of self-care, it never feels quite like this.
“Good morning.” I arch my back, tipping my head over my shoulder to look at Jace’s breathtaking beauty. I’d never tell him he’s beautiful to his face, even though he absolutely is. “Are you going to the mill today?” I ask, rolling over in his arms. I let out a low grumble when I lose his hand on my breast, and the always-present Jace notices right away.
“You didn’t like losing me. Didn’t like losing you, either, Willow. And no, I’m not heading to the mill today.” His lips skim against mine. Neither of us is worried about morning breath, nor what the other looks like. Which, by the way, Jace is handsome in work clothes and in a relaxed style around his house. But Jace in the morning, hair askew from sleep? Well, it’s something else entirely, and it has my core aching.
When he deepens the kiss, my leg slides over his hip with him helping me along as his tongue chases mine, demanding I follow his lead, and I do willingly. He grinds the head of his cock on my clit, pulling every sensation imaginable from my body.
“Jace,” I murmur when we pull back, needing a moment to catch my breath. He makes it impossible when he rocks his hips back and forth, the heavy outline of his cock sliding between the lips of my pussy. My panties and his boxers are no match for the way it feels with each press and pull, and when the head of his cock nudges at my clit, a fire burns within, searing my insides.
“Fuck, peaches, need to taste you.” He attacks my throat, kissing, licking, and nipping at the skin, adding another element to my ever-present desire. His nose nudges the strap of my tank top down, and his mouth moves right along with it.
“Oh god,” I groan when he latches onto the skin right above my nipple, so close yet so far away.
“Christ, woman. I can smell you. You need me that bad, peaches?” He lifts his torso, dark eyes molten-lava hot, and when his head dips, my hands grip the back of his neck, and I curl my stomach upward and drag my core along his dick to get in on the action.
“Yes. Shit, yes.” My eyes close, and my head slams back as he circles the taut tip and grips my hip so firmly, I’m unable to move. Once again, I’m receiving and not giving. I’ll be rectifying that as soon as I’m able.
“Taste better than I imagined.” He blows a cold puff of air where his tongue was. My flesh pebbles, and a zing hits me right in my core.
“Jace, please let me move.” His hand on my hip holds me steady, and I’m dying to hopefully get us both off.
“Not yet. The way you’re working me up, peaches, I’d be coming in my pants in no time.” His tongue travels from my breast to switch to the other nipple. I’m not sure when my tank top slid beneath my breasts during the morning, but it has, and I’m all the more thankful for it.
“Why would that be a problem?” My words come out unsteadily when he wraps his lips around my nipple. His other hand grips my hip, holding me still, and my anticipation grows with every slow and intent movement.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” Jace groans against my skin, his thumbs grazing the undersides of my breasts. The sensation goes straight to my core. His eyes find mine as he settles himself between my thighs, his abdomen holding me down with a delicious burn. He’s not rushing, that’s not Jace’s speed. And when he cups the full weight of the breast he’s not working with his mouth, it makes me all the more breathless.
“Jace,” I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair close to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He catches one firm bud between his two fingers, rolling it with a gentle yet rhythmic brushing. It’s featherlight at first, almost a ghost of a touch, and when he tugs on the tip, nearly pinching the taut skin, it undoes me. I try to push the thought of my orgasm away, but it’s hard. So damn hard. My hips roll, attempting to use Jace as my personal toy to get off.
“Can’t wait to watch you fall apart with my mouth,” he groans, pulling off one tip and moving to the other, where he continues his ministrations. His head lowers, and then he’s pressing lingering kisses down a trail until he meets the slopeof my breast. Never in my life did I realize just how amazing it would feel to climax from my nipples being played with, but the feeling is so damn intense it’s hard not to let the sensation take over.
His tongue traces around my bud. My body trembles and my head falls back, unable to keep my eyes open any longer.
“Jace, so close.” He intensifies the pressure, tongue flicking against the peak, teeth rasping over it again and again, finding exactly what I like, paying attention. God, does it show. No longer am I breathless, I’m panting now. My world is narrowing down to the searing heat of Jace’s masterful mouth and possessive hands. I try to keep my eyes open; it’s an impossible feat as they slam closed. The air in the room turns thicker, charged with the magnetic pull between us, and all I can do is hold on tightly as Jace delivers yet another orgasm that’s off the charts. If he keeps this up, I’ll never leave his side, his bed, or his house.
8
Jace
“I’m still mad at you.” We’re at her car. She got off twice, once with me sucking on her pretty tits, the second time rubbing her hot cunt on my dick. It took all I had to hold back. The need to pull her panties to the side, push my boxer briefs down, and slide inside was bone deep. I held back, though, not sure why, not sure I care to think about the reasoning, either. Because I know for a fact once her hot lips and sweet-as-sin tongue touch my dick, I’ll take over.
Willow would be on her knees or wedged between my spread thighs, my hands fisted in her hair, and I’d make her stay completely still while I fucked her pretty little mouth. After I kept her the same way by sucking her pretty tits, she was barely containable, trying to top me from the bottom. A quick bite down on her nipple, harder than before, didn’t even faze her, in fact, she liked it. Which meant I doubled down, going back and forth while holding my dick still, watching as she came with my mouth on her nipples.
It was so goddamn beautiful that when I lifted up, allowing her to take control, one orgasm rolled into the next as she rode my dick from beneath me. I gritted my teeth, held back, and didn’t come in my pants like a fucking rookie-ass teenager.
Right when she recovered, squirming until she was on her knees, hands diving into my boxer briefs, her phone rang. Shehad an alarming look on her face and was scrambling off the bed, shirt still tucked beneath her tits, and digging through her bag to find her phone.
A few long intense moments later, a look of relief flooded her face, and when she told me it was the nurse who looks after her grandma, I put my arms around her, pulled her in for a tight hug. She took a few deep breaths to regain her composure, and I only knew shit didn’t go sideways because I overheard the conversation, her grandmother is having a good day, and Willow should come over.
“Peaches, want nothing more than your hands and your mouth on my cock. Also know what your grandmother means to you. I’m not keeping you from her, not when she’s asking for you, yeah?”
“Are you real?” I toss my head back, laughing at her question.
