“Fuck, sweetheart.” His voice is gruff, and he pulls my hips down so that I feel his hardness through my yoga pants. I straddle him and grind against him.
I want to make him forget his troubles for a little while. I want him to get lost in me, and more than anything I want to see the smile back on his face.
I pull my top off and shake my hair out over my bare shoulders. Jace’s gaze rakes over my breasts, and then his lips are on me. I lean back and enjoy the sensation of his mouth and hands running over my body.
We stand up and peel the clothes off each other, and when we’re both naked, I push him into the single chair in the hut. The chair bumps up against the shelf in the kitchen corner, and I straddle him. But I don’t sink onto him yet. Instead, I run my hands over my breasts, and one hand slides between my legs. My body trembles as I touch myself, giving him a show.
When I’m turned on and dripping wet, I raise my hips and sink down onto his velvety cock, groaning as he fills me up. His mouth finds my breast, and it’s hot and wet, and he knows exactly what to do to make me squirm against him.
“Jace…” His name is on my lips, with the heat and pressure becoming too much. I was supposed to please him, but his wicked mouth on my nipples is too intense.
“You still think I’m a cocky asshole?” His breath tickles my sensitive skin, and one hand grips my hips as he rocks me against him.
“No…” I’m panting as he rocks me against him, and I grip the kitchen bench for purchase.
“Would an asshole do this?”
He presses his lips to the side of my nipple and blows. Cool air mingles with the heat of my skin, sending jolts of sensation straight to my core.
I cry out, and at that moment, Jace pulls back.
My eyes fly open. “What are you doing?”
His eyes are hooded, and there’s a flash of mischief in them. He holds my hips down on his cock, which is great, but I want him to rock me. I want the friction.
“Ask for what you want, Kayla.”
“You know what I want.” I move my hips, but he holds them firm in his hands.
He shakes his head slowly. “Ask for it.”
“Now you’re being an asshole.”
He chuckles, and as he does so, he leans forward, allowing his breath to skim my nipples.
My eyes flutter shut, and I moan as heat pulses through me.
“Say it, Kayla. Tell me what you want.”
A yearning tugs at my stomach, a yearning for him in more ways than just physical. But that’s not what he’s asking. I push it down and focus on the physical, on what I want right now.
“I want you to keep going.”
“Good girl.” He rewards me by moving my hips, and the instant friction has me gasping. “What else?”
I close my eyes and allow myself to live in the moment, to only think about what I want right now.
“I want you to suck my nipples hard.”
He complies, and I gasp as his wet mouth closes over me.
“Fuck, Jace… that feels good.”
“What else, Kayla? What else do you want?”
His voice has an edge, and his movements are slow and deliberate, as if he’s holding back.
“I want to come. I want to come hard all over your cock. Then I want you to fuck me again and again.”
