NINETEEN
LUCY
In the back of my mind, I know I should rethink this situation, to tell him that I just lied to him—I do care if it’s just one night—but I don’t. Because a stronger, more powerful force drives us across the workshop, to the same room he took photos of me in. And I can’t stop myself from taking what he’s offering with his hands, his lips, and his rock hard erection pressed up against the wetness between my thighs.
“We should,” I rasp against his mouth. “We should…”
"You should let me fuck you, love," he whispers, his voice rough and demanding. "Everything else can wait, but this..." He shoves my hand to his cock through his jeans, squeezing my fingers around his shaft. A harsh sound pushes past my lips because he’s big. Big and thick, and growing even more beneath my fingertips. “I’m not waiting for this anymore. You’ve made it impossible to.”
“What do you want me to do?” I hear myself whisper in a breathy voice that sounds detached from my body. I keep my gaze zeroed in on his, pumping my fingers over the coarse fabric of his jeans in my need to feel him. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
"I want you to come, Lucy. I want to hear you scream my name. Want to feel your nails down my back. Want to feel your cunt and mouth throbbing around my dick." He wedges his fingers between my thighs, cupping my sex until I shudder around him. Nobody’s ever spoken to me like this or touched me so boldly, and it shoots fire down my spine. He lowers his forehead to mine and growls, “But first I want to taste your pussy.”
My core tightens, and when he moves his hand from my thighs, I can feel my panties clinging to my sex. “Now?” I rasp. He lifts his broad shoulder as he drags his tee shirt over his head, and before I can stop myself, I splay my fingers over the roses and tribal art tattoo spanning his chest. “Why shrug?”
“Why rush?” He twists me around to face one of the metal bedposts, releasing a wicked chuckle in my ear when I wrap my fingers around it and hold on tight. "I've wanted to see you do this since you walked into my office and I realized who you were,” he murmurs into my ear, his warm breath fanning the nape of my neck, my shoulder blades, my hair. “And I wanted you well before that, too.”
"So did I," I admit on a soft, whimpering sigh. His lips connect with the tender flesh under my left ear lobe. My head falls back as his tongue leaves a hot path along my skin.
"You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to spread you on my desk or your desk or in the break room and lick you until you came.” Reaching around, he cups my face, turning my head to the side, so I’m looking over my shoulder and into his stormy eyes. “Tonight, I’ll get to do that.”
“We’re not at my desk or the break room, Jace,” I point out softly, and he responds by squeezing my center, grinding his fingertips over the fabric and panties separating him from my sex. The friction leaves me gasping for air.
“Not now we’re not, but you never know where I’ll fuck you later.”
His softly-spoken words curl my toes, blur my senses, soak beneath my skin, but I don’t have time to catch my breath. Grasping my hip with one hand, he tilts my face to the side until he has full access to my mouth. He crashes his lips down on mine in a kiss meant to shatter me to pieces. It does. Oh god, it does, and my body is in flames as he drowns out my moans with his tongue and teeth.
I love this. I love the sensation of his cock pressed against my ass and the way his tattooed fingers grip my breasts just before they trail a path down my sleeves to intertwine with mine on the metal post. The pads of this thumb graze the sensitive skin on the insides of my wrists, but he holds me still when my knees threaten to buckle from the pleasure exploding in my veins.
"Do you like how that feels?" His erection pushes harder against my backside so that the front of my body presses against the cool metal for support.
I bob my head. “Yes.”
"Are you ready for me to taste you, love?" His voice is a dangerous growl as he moves my hands up and over my head where he holds my wrists captive in one of his while the other works against the front of my blouse. After a few moments, he gets restless. A groan rips from the back of his throat as my buttons scatter across the floor, falling around our feet, but I don’t care.
Not when rough fingertips slide beneath the starched fabric of my shirt. They spread over my soft skin, gripping one breast possessively and then the other. Jace nudges my earlobe playfully with the tip of his nose. “Do you want my tongue on your pussy?”
"Yes!" I buck against him, releasing a strangled noise the moment he pinches a taut nipple and tightens his hold on my wrists above our heads. I tilt my face to his again, murmuring, “Please, Jace.”
“Say that again.” He moves his hand from my breast for a split second, just to flick his tongue over the tips of his thumb. He squeezes my nipple again, rolling it between his wet fingers suntil the walls of my sex tighten.
I scream. For the first time in my life, I scream in pleasure. "Oh god, touch me. Please!”
Whispering something incoherent into my hair, he skims his hand from my breast and across my flat stomach. I bow against him, pushing against the fingers that dip beneath the hem of my skirt. He shoves my panties aside like they’re the biggest burden he’s ever encountered.
As he circles his knuckles over my sex, he sucks in a breath. "You're so wet, and it's all for me, isn't it?"
“Yes…” My nails dig into my flesh as I ball my trapped hands into tight fists to ease the torture he’s inflicting on my body. My ass moves against him in a slow circular motion that I pray drives him crazy.
If he’s going to make me feel this way, it’s only fair I reciprocate.
“And you’re getting wetter.” I look over my shoulder once more to see a devilish grin flash across his bronze features. Thumbing my clit, he sweeps his other fingers over my slick folds in long backward and forward motions that leave me clenching my teeth and gasping for air. “Christ, your pussy is perfect.”
"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.
I moan, clawing at his back, arching against him, and he grants me a slow, satisfied smirk. Reaching his hand behind him, he carefully unhooks my ankles and moves my legs over his shoulder. When he kisses the inside of my thigh, I feel my sex spasm around him.
He finally explodes a moment later, releasing a guttural sound that overpowers my own.
I don’t intend to fall asleep with him, but somehow I do, and when I awaken to the sensation of something cold and hard against my thigh, I automatically launch into panic mode when I find that my hands are above my head and firmly rooted to the bed.
He’s cuffed me to the bed.
Jesus H. Christ.
I struggle against the binds, arching my back as I try to lift my head from the pillows. “What are you doing?” I whisper breathlessly, taking in the sight of his taut, muscular body wedged between my legs. He smiles wickedly, moving his hand slightly, moving the toy he used to wake me up along the folds of my sex. Sucking in a breath, I buck my hips as he circles the cold metal over my clit. “Jace…”
“Relax.” He keeps his gaze firmly on mine and kisses the inside of each of my thighs. I start to tighten my legs, but he stills me, splaying a large hand on my left knee. He spreads it as wide as possible, and I gasp.
I’ve never been this exposed before. I’ve never been cuffed to a bed or looked at in such bright lighting, and I’ve certainly never had a lover touch me like this with a … toy.
Jace has accomplished all four and only in a matter of hours. I feel some of my anxiety lift away as he skims the chrome past my folds. He nudges it around the opening of my sex before he wiggles the tip in. I moan, and my body arches.
“Relax,” he soothes again, pumping his hand back and forth against my pussy, the inside of his wrist meeting my clit in a staccato rhythm. “I just want to watch you come.”
“You have watched me come,” I say through clenched teeth, prompting him to go faster.
“Not like this, I haven’t.”
“I can’t—” I start, releasing a sound that burns the back of my throat when he twists and wiggles the chrome at the same time, hitting just the right spot. “Holy fuck.”
"That’s a good girl,” Jace croons. He skims my inner thigh with his teeth, kissing and sucking until my legs are trembling around his tattooed form. While his hand continues to work its brilliance on my body, he captures my gaze with his. “Do you like this?” he demands. “Do you like what I’m doing to your sweet, tight cunt, Lucy?”
“Yes!” I scream. “Oh god, yes!”
As I come, my moans and cries echoing off the walls along with the sound of the restraints clanging against the headboard, he draws himself up my body. He unhooks the cuffs while my orgasm dies away, and when I start to drape my trembling arms over his shoulder, he shakes his head.
“Oh no, it’s my turn.” He gives my hip a loud smack that drags a gasp from my lips. “Over on your stomach, love, with your hands around the railing.”
“Again?” I pant, and he grins like the devil.
“Until the sun comes up.”