Fever (Breathless #2)(106)

“This is the sweet, baby. You took the pain, now take the sweet.”

“Jace,” she whispered. “Don’t you know? Everything you give me is the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever known. The pain is pleasure. The pleasure is pleasure. Your love is more than I could have ever dreamed of.”

Her words were earnest and so damn sweet that they took his breath away. He tasted her. Ate her. Drank from her and still he wanted more. He wanted to give this to her. Wanted to make it last. Wanted her crazy with lust and high on more than just alcohol.

“I want your cock,” she said, the words thick and clumsy. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol slowing her or if it was her intense arousal and need.

He glanced up and then grinned when he took in her unfocused gaze. She was staring hard at him but she looked to be having difficulty directing her stare where she wanted. So damn cute.

“You’ll get my cock, baby, just as soon as I get you off. You’re going to get a damn lot of my dick before we’re done tonight.”

“Oh yum,” she said with a cheeky grin. “I want to taste you like you’re tasting me.”

He groaned. Alcohol definitely made her less inhibited. She was adorably shy, but tonight the alcohol had given her liquid courage and he may not survive it. He was already about to come in his pants, and he was nowhere near inside her yet.

He had to pace himself. It was something he constantly had to remind himself or else he’d toss those killer heels over his shoulders and f**k her brains out right here and now. And if she knew what he was thinking, she’d be encouraging him to do just that. Tonight she was an impatient, greedy wench and he loved it.

Lowering his head back down he began to lick and eat more boldly, applying more pressure, touching her in the places he knew she was particularly sensitive. He knew every inch of her body. Knew she loved when he slid his finger into her pu**y and pressed just so against her G-spot. She loved when he rolled his tongue around her clit, but she didn’t like when he sucked it too hard. And she loved to have the rim of her pu**y opening toyed and teased with his tongue, his fingers and his cock. The quickest way to drive her insane was to f**k her with very short, shallow strokes with barely the head of his dick inside her.

“You are a genius with your mouth,” she said dreamily. “I gotta tell Mia about this. All she said was that Gabe f**ked her just inside the door, but I bet she doesn’t get this.”

He raised his head, leveling a baleful stare in her direction. “Not cool, baby. Not cool at all.”

Her eyes danced merrily and she giggled, momentarily releasing one knee to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.

“Hands,” Jace growled.

“Oops!”

“And while I’m giving my beautiful submissive her orders, do not mention my sister while we’re having sex. Ever.”

“Yes, sir,” she said primly. “Or maybe I should say ‘yes, master.’”

“Cheeky wench,” he said with no heat.

He loved the lighthearted exchange. Loved the fun, flirty mood they were enjoying. Bethany had enjoyed herself tonight and it showed. He was seeing another side of her. He was seeing her happy. It made him ache because here and now he was getting a glimpse of the future. Of how things would be between them. And he loved every goddamn minute. It made him hungry for more and he was a greedy bastard where Bethany was concerned.

He licked her roughly from her opening up to her clit, rolled the nub with his tongue and then flicked repeatedly until she squirmed and went rigid beneath him. He worked a finger gently through her swollen, damp flesh and as he teased her clit, he pushed in to the knuckle, flexing the tip of his finger into the wall of her pu**y.

“Jace!”

“Want you to come,” he said roughly. “Going to work you right up to that point and then I’m going to suck you dry while you come all over my tongue.”

“Oh God,” she said weakly.

She convulsed around his finger and bathed him in a flood of quick moisture. He caressed the slick, velvety tissues while he worked her clit with his tongue. When her breaths grew desperate, like she was starved for oxygen, he pulled his finger out and quickly put his mouth over her entrance, shoving his tongue deep and sucking.

She went off like a rocket, hips bucking, her hands flying off her knees to tangle in his hair. She gripped the strands so hard that it was nearly painful, but she held him tightly against her pu**y as if she were afraid he’d let her go right in the middle of her orgasm.

She arched and rose, pushing herself more firmly against his mouth, her movements frantic. He sucked and licked, eating like a man starved. When she began to relax and her pu**y quivered against his tongue, he nuzzled more gently, working her down from her explosive release.

Lapping slowly and leisurely, he alternated swipes of his tongue with tender kisses to the still-trembling flesh.

“Can I pass out now?” she moaned.

He chuckled against her pu**y and then lifted his head so he could meet her gaze. She looked even drunker than before, her eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed and her words slurring past stiff lips.

“I’m still going to f**k you, baby. Whether you’re conscious or not. I’d prefer you be awake for the event.”

“Mmmm, me too. Jace?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“I’m drunk.”