Friction(53)

"I want you," I whisper, my voice hoarse and strained. I want him, and I don’t care how he does it. From the front, from behind, against the metal post of a bed meant for chains and cuffs—none of it matters so long as he finishes this.

I’ll worry about wanting more later.

His hand stops, and a soft plea leaves my parted lips when his fingers withdraw from my body. My brow knits together when his other hand releases mine. He grips my waist and spins me around, so I stand facing him.

My breathing is labored as the thick air of desire hangs between us, our lips less than a centimeter apart. I expect him to kiss me. In fact, I anticipate the slow burn that comes along with Jace Exley claiming my mouth. Then he grins like the devil and pushes my skirt over my hips, exposing the wispy piece of lace that barely covers my center.

“I’ve always wondered what kind of panties Lucy Williams wore,” he teases. “And now I know. You’re full of surprises, love.”

He kneels down in front of me and tugs at the elastic band with his teeth.

Like my buttons of my blouse, my panties fall to the floor a second later, ruined.

"Oh god…" My head falls back against the metal beam behind me, my hands gripping either side of his broad shoulders when his lips stroke my clit.

“No, Lucy, it’s Jace. That’s the only name I want you calling tonight.”

The harsh, sweeping motion of his tongue drives me wild. My head tosses from side to side, and I arch into him as his tongue pushes its way deep inside my sex. “Jace,” I confirm. “Yes, Jace.”

"Fuck, I’m already addicted to you," he murmurs against my flesh, the vibrations dragging a harsh moan deep from within me.

“That’s a good thing, right?” I say through gritted teeth because the pressure building inside me is almost too much to bear. I’m not sure how long I’ll last with him licking and tasting and touching, but it won’t be long.

“It’s dangerous.” He rubs his straight nose along my clit and inhales deeply. The sound of approval he releases sends butterflies dancing through my stomach. “Dangerous but so fucking good.”

Without warning, he digs his fingers into my thighs and shoves his tongue inside my sex. I cry out again. He’s perfect. So stunningly perfect, and I’m sure I’ll explode from his mouth and the fingers massaging the insides of my legs. Without losing his tempo, he guides one of my legs up and over to rest on his shoulder and does the same with the other. His tongue goes deeper—so impossibly, beautifully deeper—and I move my hips, urging him to continue.

Refusing to let him stop.

My body is floating by the time he shifts and straightens my weak legs so he can stand upright. As soon as our gazes connect, we’re all over each other, tugging at clothes and on hair and skin. Falling onto the white satin sheets, he pulls me over him so that I’m straddling him.

My body shudders around his, and I have to clench my thighs around his waist to stop the tremors moving through me because for the first time since coming into this room, I’m afraid.

What if I’m not enough?

What if this man, with all his experience and his golden condom packets, needs and wants something I can’t give him?

It’s happened before, and I hate that I’m letting those bitter memories dull this moment. “What is it, love?” he demands.

“What if—” I pause, swallowing deeply. “What if I’m not—”

“Don’t even fucking say it.” He nudges his cock against my bare stomach. I gasp at the sensation of our bodies pressed together, and when I try to move off him, he grasps my hips to still my movements. "Don't move, or you’ll see exactly how much you turn me on,” he commands gruffly, releasing me. He fumbles with something in his hand, and when he pushes me away from him for a moment to sheath himself, my throat constricts as I take in his size and length.

The thought of him—of that—inside of me sends a thrill shooting from my head to my toes.

His hands return to my hips once more to pull my body up and over him as he settles me onto his cock. "Jace!" I cry out, my voice echoing off the four walls as he pushes deep inside of me without warning. The muscles of my sex clench around him. "You're so … ohhh!”

"You’re better, Lucy. Believe me, you’re better.” He lifts me up, his lower body pressing into the bed until his cock is completely out of me, except for the tip, which he grazes against my clit. "Do you like how that feels?”

He knows I do—he must—especially from the way my nails dig into his chest as I cling onto him.

"So good … so good," I breathe and he responds by pulling my body down and thrusting his hips forward, filling me. "Oh god!"

He slaps my ass, earning my approval in the form of a throaty cry. “I told you, I only want you saying my name tonight.”

I fall apart, whispering his name, riding him hard, telling him not to stop. Finally, he cuts me off by gripping my hair and bringing my mouth to his.

"I'm not going to stop." His own breath is ragged while he pumps into my sex until I’m close to climaxing. In one quick, perfectly executed motion, he flips me over onto my back and drives into me hard. "We've only just begun."

I curl my fingers into the cool sheets beneath us as he plunges in and out of me, his movements alternating from rough and fast to slow and painfully deep. My sex hums, every pore in my body tingling at the all too familiar sensation of another orgasm. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I writhe against him as the climax hits me and leaves me breathless.