We’re quiet and polite in the elevator on the way up to our room, and it reminds me of the first night I brought Jace back to my apartment, when we were so chaste … until we weren’t.

Sure enough, as soon as the hotel room door has clicked closed behind us, Jace throws me up against the wall.

“Not still tired, I hope?” he asks, cupping my face between his big strong hands.

“No.” I lick my lips and he growls. He lunges in for the kiss, biting my bottom lip, right where I’d just stroked my tongue. He sucks my lip right between his teeth, pressing down just hard enough to make me squeak. He chuckles low, under his breath, and then his tongue finds mine, stroking and twisting and toying.

My hands are splayed out across his broad chest and I can feel the muscles rippling through his t-shirt. I suddenly feel desperate to feel his skin against mine, so I reach down and grab the hem of his shirt, tugging it up.

He grins and helps me strip it off, and then he’s standing in front of me bare-chested and it’s all I can do not to drool over him. His pecs look as if they’re carved out of solid rock, his abs like matching stepping stones on a path I desperately want to go down.

I let my hands graze over his body but all I can think about is his cock. I reach my hand down and rub it against his bulge, which is satisfyingly hard and grows harder under my touch.

“You can’t touch me like that if you don’t want me to just throw you down on the bed and fuck you.”

“Who says I don’t want that?” My ballsiness surprises me, but at this point the man has given me too many orgasms to play coy. I want his cock, and I want it now.

Jace growls, low in his throat, and then he’s grabbing me by the shoulders and doing exactly what he promised.

I fly down over the mattress, bouncing a little with the force of his thrust. I barely have time to recover before he’s crawling on top of me, his body heavy and hard, his hands already working the waistband of my jeans and yanking them down over my hips for the second time today.

My pussy is already aching, begging for his touch. He spreads my legs and runs his fingers through my cleft, but I already know his hand won’t be enough. Not tonight.

“I need you to fuck me, Jace,” I whisper. “I need it. Badly.”

He groans again. “I need that too.” He reaches down to undo his own jeans, shoving them down as roughly as he did mine. He’s wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and they hug his slim hips and do nothing to constrain the massive bulge of his erection. I feel a frisson of anticipation, a shiver.

I reach down and put my fingers on the waist of his shorts, then tug them down. His cock springs forward. Huge. Hard. Hungry.

I think he must have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s a monster. I swear it’s longer than my forearm and thicker than my wrist. In other circumstances I might worry about fitting all of him inside of me, but tonight I’m so wet and so desperate for him that the thought of him tearing me apart is more arousing than scary.

He shimmies out of the boxer briefs, his hard muscled thighs flexing as he braces himself above me. The cocky grin is gone, replaced now by the look of something far more unbridled.

He lowers himself slowly and rubs the head of his cock over my pussy. I shiver as it passes over my clit, as the beads of moisture from his precum mingle with my own slippery wetness.

When his cock his slick, he drops lower, nudging up against my entrance. My body contracts immediately at his girth, but he takes his time, pushing oh so slowly into me.

Every inch feels amazing, stretching me and filling me and claiming me. I grip his shoulders and try to breathe into the feeling. Jace is watching me, his eyes dark and intense, his forearms braced on either side of me as he cradles my face with his hands.

When he’s finally fully inside me, he pauses for a moment. We stay like that, just watching each other, as we each adjust to the exquisite pleasure of our merging.

Slowly, he starts to move his hips. His cock moves inside me, filling me with one motion and leaving me wanting with the next. I clench my pussy tight around him, as if my body is trying to hold him as close to me as possible.

Jace keeps himself braced on his forearms, using his powerful muscles to hold and flex his body. His strokes get harder, faster, until he’s slamming into me. I can feel his balls slapping against my ass. I wrap my legs around my hips and pull him deeper into me, making him groan.

“Fuck, Celia, you feel so good.” His voice is hoarse. “I love that you’re so wet for me, that your pussy is so tight.”

His words make me shudder, and I squeeze my walls tighter around him. The rest of my body is starting to clench too, and I can already feel myself pummeling head first towards climax.

He slams harder against me and the pressure and friction is incredible. His pubic bone is grinding against my clit with every thrust and I’m almost crying now, a primitive sort of wailing noise I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself make before. I grab onto his shoulders and dig my nails in just as my body starts to arc.

Jace sees my trembling and goes even deeper, his thick cock so far inside me that I can practically taste it.

“Come for me, Celia,” he says, pushing my hair out of my face. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock.”

His words are enough to finally drive me over the edge. I let go of everything — all the tension, worry, lingering regrets about Martin, Instead I grab on to the moment, to all the pleasure Jace is offering.

Lava erupts through me and runs scorching through my veins. I grip Jace’s shoulders and scream as I come, my pussy spasming around his cock as my whole body bucks underneath him.

“Oh, fuck,” Jace says. His own face looks strained as he pushes into me again. His cock surges and then he’s erupting too, unleashing all his spent pleasure inside of me.

When it’s over, he collapses breathlessly on top of me.

“That was …” I stop. I don’t have words for what that was.

“Yeah.”

I trace a finger around his shoulder, feeling the small half-moons where my nails dug into his skin, and sigh happily.

* * *

I crawl out of bed the next morning and hobble to the bathroom. My thighs are aching and I feel like I’ve been practically split down the middle. It’s a good ache though, and with every painful step I’m reminded of the night before.

I glance back at Jace, still asleep in the king-sized bed. I’d been worried about sharing a bed with a virtual stranger for a week, but last night we’d fucked so long and so … enthusiastically… that after the sixth orgasm, I’d collapsed into the deepest, most restful sleep I’d had in ages.

To say Jace and I have chemistry is an understatement.

I hop in the shower and turn the water up as hot as I can stand it. I lather myself up, tingling when my fingers graze my still-swollen pussy lips. I briefly consider waking Jace up and dragging him in here with me, but the man put on a blue-ribbon performance last night and I figure he deserves his sleep.

By the time I get out of the shower I find him sitting up in bed, flipping through his phone.

“Good morning,” he says, and the smile on his face is enough to turn my stiff muscles to jelly.

“Good morning.” I wrap the plush white towel tighter around me, suddenly shy. “Bathroom’s yours, if you want it.”

“Thanks.”

He’s still looking at me in that way that makes my toes curl. Finally he gets up and disappears into the bathroom. I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding.

I start getting dressed as I hear the shower start up, and by the time Jace emerges from the bathroom, trailing a cloud of steam behind him, I’m fully dressed and made-up, with my hair pulled back into a neat ponytail.

“We can go to breakfast if you want,” Jace says. He’s wearing just a white towel, wrapped low around his hips. His chest is still glistening with drops of water from his shower.

“That would be … good.” I lick my lips. Words seems strangely difficult with him so close and so nearly naked.

“Cool. Just give me a minute to throw some pants on.”

I want to tell him no, I changed my mind, let’s just stay here and fuck like bunnies instead, but I’m actually famished after last night’s erotic Olympics. I’m more than ready for some sausage — of the breakfast variety, this time.

Still, I can’t help but watch as Jace turns around and lets the towel fall. His ass flexes as he steps into a pair of boxer shorts and I feel a little pang of mourning as he covers up his … assets.

By the time we’re both ready to go, my stomach is actually growling, and we make our way down to the hotel restaurant, where they have a breakfast buffet. We line up and grab warm plates and load them high with fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, greasy hash browns, and, yes, sausage.

When we sit down, at a table near the window overlooking the Chicago River, Jace takes a sip of his coffee.

“I think we need to talk,” he says seriously.