I'm nervous, the effects of him standing in my room looking as hot as ever is drastic, and I find myself fidgeting in my spot as he takes me in. His eyes cherish every moment that they linger on my body making me torn between being self conscious and excited.
Licking his lips his eyes snap back to mine, no one would believe me if I told them that they're significantly darker. "Damn, babygirl, you know exactly how to test my control."
Remember you are still a catholic.
Oh I'm sure.
Beet red I am. Every ounce of skin on my body is covered with the annoying blush that I can't seem to get rid of no matter what. I roll my bottom lip into my mouth and raise an eyebrow. It's supposed to be alluring, but I feel like I just look ridiculous.
Obviously I'm still new at this whole seduction thing.
I crane my neck to see him when he finally steps closer, our chests touching every time we breathe.
"You came here for a reason didn't you," I say softly, still unsure about myself. Even as I place my hands on his sculpted stomach. It's my go to so I can feel his warmth. He's always the perfect temperature.
He smirks slightly. "You have no idea how hard it is to resist you when you say shit like that."
I swallow and he follows the movements with his eyes. I like how everything is slow, it gives me room to breathe, but it also has me thinking more. That can be a bad thing.
"Your parents and brother are asleep?" I nod and his eyes become hooded as he comes closer. "Your door is locked?"
"Yes," I breathe, the air blowing against his lips. He groans, bending down slightly to squeeze the back of my thighs in his hands and lift me. I let out a breath as I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling his semi-hard on.
"Do you want to?" I'm sure he's referring to activities in general so I nod. He sits down on my bed, bringing me to his lap. Then his lips are on mine and my brain turns off.
It's my body's turn to take control and it does just that. There's a certain difference when being on him instead of the other way around, but it's good. It's more exposing for me, though, if he pulls back even the slightest bit he can see all of me.
Our lips dance together, teasingly creating a rhythm that we use for a while. When the kiss deepens, Jace sliding his tongue along the seam of my mouth, his hands begin roaming around as well. Mine, though, stay stationary in his hair. Hands rub against the top of my thighs, rising goosebumps in their wake, and then they curve slightly towards the inner parts.
I become hotter than ever before and begin moving my hips along his, because I can't take the vacancy of his hands.
"Mm, baby," he hums, lightly biting into my bottom lip. "You're begging for trouble."
The first sting of his hand against my butt is thrilling. Surprising as well, making me wetter after the action. I gasp into his mouth and he gropes the area that was just assaulted.
The actual fact that this is happening still shocks me. I can't help it, though. He's just so hard to say no to and I know that it'll probably get me in trouble at some point, yet I'm willing to take the chance.
"Keep going," he instructs, squeezing both of my round globes in his hands.
I do as told, the pleasure emitted just from us rubbing together is incredible ad erotic. It's different than when he's touching me bare, not as good, but pretty close.
As I grind on his lap, I begin to picture what it would be like if we actually were to have sex. The thought is crazy so I immediately disregard it. The relationship is far too early in to think about that, I'm good with what we're doing right now.
"If only you could see yourself right now, baby," He nibbles on my ear and his hands squeeze harder, aiding my movements. "You look so fucking hot on top of me. Such a good girl, but so fucking naughty."
I moan, my face heating up at his dirty words. I furrow my eyebrows as if I'm in pain - but in reality it's the over abundance of pleasure being given to me - when I hit that amazing spot of my body.
Jace removes a hand from my bottom and slides it to my core, sliding my panties aside and testing my slicked area. I gasp, such a high pitched sound it is, and grip on to his hair harder.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, and I shake my head no. "You want me to finger fuck you?"
"Mhmm," I brokenly hum, throwing my head back as soon as his skilled finger dips into my heated core. "Jace..."
"Shh, baby," he reminds me, but I don't care. I don't care that my parents could wake up because I'm being too loud, the only thing that is on my mind is my orgasm. It's on Jace's hand, his words and just him in general. "We wouldn't want your parents walking in on their innocent little girl getting stroked do we?"
I don't answer, I screw my eyes shut and maneuver my hips against his fingers that are bringing me to the intense climax I need. I'm obsessed. While his fingers pump at a face pace, his lips attach to my throat making the activity ten times more powerful.
"O-oh god," I croak, whimpering, crying, pretty much dying. Is it possible to faint from excessive pleasure? Even if it's not, I'm sure it will be once he's through. "Ja-!"
He covers my mouth with his own before I can finish the scream that I could not control. It's not my fault that he just so happened to hit just the right spot that brings me to an immediate climax. He continues to stroke me until I'm fulfilled and then he's flipping he over so he's hovering over me. I whimper.
"Fuck," he grunts. "You're trying to get me killed."
My eyes droop in exhaustion, smiling slightly at him. "Sorry."
He moves hair out of my face and I open my eyes. "Don't be, you're fucking stunning when you come."
I lightly punch his chest and he laughs lightly, rolling off of me and to the side, pulling me with him.
Then a thought comes to my mind.
"Don't you want something?" I shyly look up at him, finally noticing that after all the orgasm he's given me, I've yet to return the favor.
"What?" He asks, too focused on playing with my hair.
"Well, you're always touching me." Could I be any more of a prude? "I just thought, you know, you might want me to do the same for you."
I'm a freaking idiot.
His eyes harden. "Nina, I touch you because I want to. Because I love to watch the way I make you feel. I don't do it so you'll return it."
"I-I'm sorry," I mutter, apologetically. I didn't mean to make him mad. "And it's not because I feel bad, I do want to."
I'm scared to look at his face, but when he grips my chin and forces my eyes to his, I'm left no other option.
"Trust me, I'd love for you to make me come." I blush. "But you've already had quite a long night. Maybe some other time if you're up for it."
The rejection is slightly hurtful, but I nod anyway and close my eyes, hiding my face from him. I fall asleep wondering if I'll ever be good enough for him.
•••
I wake up to a hand running up and down my leg, and light kisses being placed on my neck. Fluttering my eye lids open, I see Jace of course.
"Morning," he smirks cheekily, squeezing my thigh. "Sleep well?"
I hum a yes and close my eyes again. He doesn't take this lightly and let's a finger trail towards my center. I pop open my eyes.
"Jace," I gasp, pushing his hand away. I'm still sensitive from last night and he knows this, the smile says it all.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," He rumbles with a soft laugh. "I have to go, your parents will be waking up soon."
"Okay," I softly say and close my eyes once again. A soft kiss is placed to my temple and I feel the bed dip with his departure.
An hour later I'm up again and ready for school. I'm oddly giddy today and I can thank Jace for that. He knows exactly how to put me into a good mood.
"Someone's happy this morning," my dad looks at me weird. I can't stop smiling, and I can tell the whole household is getting skeptical about it.
"Yeah," I gush. "I just love Monday's I guess."
Another weird look. "Calm down, Colten, she's not crazy."
My dad glares at his wife and even Caleb continues to stare me down. So nosy.
The drive to school is a bit awkward, because I know Caleb knows that something is different. Luckily, he doesn't say anything as he gets out of the car.
As I'm walking to first hour I begin to wonder how this is going to work. We never discussed whether we were exclusively a couple or not, so I don't know of how I'm supposed to react around him. I don't really want the stares and whispers, but I also don't want another girl to be pawning after him.
It's a little confusing and off putting.
Skepticism creeps into my veins when Jace isn't in first hour. This happened last time that he spent the night at my house and even thought it's only the second time, it is something to watch out for.
I really don't want to be that girl that's clingy, but I also don't know how to react with all of this. With Eric is was easy, he was where I was all the time and if he wasn't he let me know. Jace is quite literally the opposite so getting used to this is going to be a challenge.
"You alright?" Bray asks at lunch. I've barely eaten any of my food, having no appetite for it, so it's no wonder she asks this.
"Yeah," I attempt a smile. "I'm fine."
She lets it go, and turns away. My phone buzzes and I hurriedly fumble to open the text. Disappointment is all I feel when it's not Jace, but Eric instead.
I debate whether opening or not, but I decide I will. What's the worst that could happen? I don't respond because it's something bad?
Eric Beets: can we talk? please?
I look up to him already staring across the lunch room.
Oh boy.
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