He moves his hips again, dragging that thick bulge up the length of my hand.
I whimper, open my eyes, and find him smiling. It’s not sweet—it’s wicked.
“Can’t wait to feel you around me,” he murmurs, lowering himself until his chest brushes mine.
His words go straight to my throbbing clit.
“That little pussy’s gonna take me so fucking good,” he adds, eyes locked on me.
He dips his head, lips brushing across mine.
“You gonna let me in, baby?” he whispers.
And in that moment, despite every fear, every ounce of guilt, every spiraling thought, I’ve already decided.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.
He holds my stare, something fierce burning behind it.
His fingers leave my hand, and then he’s sliding down my body—slow and sinful.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he murmurs, voice low.
I do, watching him lower himself until his face is right above my panties.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, suddenly a little self-conscious.
He looks up at me through his lashes, gaze teasing.
“Something I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw you,” he rasps.
His teeth catch the waistband of my panties.
I suck in a sharp breath, realizing what he’s doing. He’s undressing me… with his mouth.
He drags my panties down with his teeth, hands sliding beneath my thighs, eyes never leaving mine.
I’m trembling—half from anticipation, half from disbelief.
He’s really doing this. I’m really letting him.
He grabs the fabric and slides the rest of it past my legs, which fall open the moment the panties slip off them.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his hands holding my legs open so he can get a better look. I feel exposed in the best way—bare and wet in front of his face.
He kisses the inside of my thigh once, then again, higher.
“Jace,” I whimper, completely new to the sensation of having someone so close to my pussy.
“Shhh,” he soothes, thumb brushing over my skin. “Let me take care of you.”
He leans in, his breath hitting my center, and I jolt—instinctively trying to close my legs. His hands clamp down, holding me wide.
“Ah, ah,” he murmurs. “No hiding, baby. You started this—now let me finish it.”
He dips his head, and his tongue swipes against my clit. One long stroke that rips a sound from my throat I’ve never made before.
“Oh my God,” I pant, hands fisting the sheets.
