Finding Orion (13 page)

And with
every bite of my nails against his skin, the pressure on my breasts got a
little stronger.

I gasped for
air. "Bed...bedroom."
We should
stop.
The last words never passed through my lips, and they didn't have to.

Jace's
hesitation
was gone. And he knew we could stop at any time, but I left that decision up to
him. It wasn't that he had doubts, he was just...
careful.
Almost too careful.
Compared to
Orion who knew pulling my hair was supposed to hurt,
Jace
was barely a breath of wind on my cheek.

He lifted his
head to get his bearings before looking at me for direction.

I pointed
down the hall, and with his help, I stood up from the couch. My body swayed
from one side to the other. My legs wobbled, but they didn't buckle. With hands
that barely wanted to work, I grabbed at the bottom of his shirt. We broke
apart just long enough for me to pull it up over his head before tossing it to
the floor with his shoes.

Our bodies
collided then, skin against skin, his heat to mine. He found my lips again,
following my lead down the hall without ever breaking our kiss. He worked on
the clasp of my skirt, and I effortlessly stepped out of it before falling back
in to a wall. I yelped from the cold surface, and
Jace
took the opportunity to press up against me.

He still had
his pants on, but I could easily feel his erection through the thick fabric. Stumbling
over our own feet as we tried to avoid any further collisions with the walls
surrounding us, we finally managed to reach my room. He closed the door behind
him and came at me, pressing me against the wall furthest from the bed.

"Bed,"
I murmured around his lips.
 

We were right
there.
Just a few more feet.
I went to take a step
forward.

Jace
pinned my
arms above my head, pressing them against the wall.

My heart
skipped. My stomach sank. I didn't know who I was with.
Jace
?
Orion?
A little bit of both?

"Here,"
Jace
growled.

I gasped for
breath. My vision swept from one corner of the room to the other before
settling on
Jace's
feet.

Jace
broke our
kiss when I halfheartedly kissed him back.
"Everything
okay?"

I swallowed
and nodded.
It's excitement I'm feeling,
I
had to remind myself.
Not fear.
I
didn't fear him. This is what I'd wanted ever since I first saw him a few
nights ago.
But will he regret it?
He
did say he wanted to take things slow. I spoke before he could kiss me again.
"You?"

Jace's
eyes
widened, almost as if I'd spoken a completely different language.

"Are you
okay with doing this?" I offered. "We don't have—"

I fell silent
when his free hand reached down to my hip. His finger hooked under the waist of
my underwear, pulled at it, and drew them down below my knees. Within a few
short moments, they too were on the ground, just like the rest of my clothes
we'd left on our way to the bedroom.

I ached to
feel him, to unbutton those pants. His hold remained firm, and he smiled as I
watched him effortlessly unbutton his pants with one hand. He unzipped them,
shimmied out of them, and stepped out of the coarse fabric before pressing his
erection against the inside of my leg.

My mouth
watered as I envisioned the cock hidden beneath the one article of clothing he
had left.
Boxers.
Easy to remove.
If you have hands!
It was a mind
game. It had to be. This whole charade of him being vanilla, it couldn't be
real. Not when he held me like that, and especially not when he looked directly
at me.

Any man who
wasn't a Dom would never look right at a woman he'd just met. He'd look past
her.
Through
her.
Not
Jace
. He stared right at me, and the longer I
stayed under his fiery gaze, the more impatient I became.

My fingers
tingled, and I flexed them to make sure they wouldn't go numb.

Jace
noticed my
small gesture and released his hold on them, moving his attention to my hips
instead.

With my hands
free to do as they normally would, I grasped at the bottoms of his shoulder
blades along his back, holding him to me as I did whatever I could to get my
hips that much closer to him.

My back arched
away from the wall when he touched his fingers to my clit.

He
groaned and grinded against the inside of my leg, pausing for a brief moment to
remove his boxers.

Even in the
little light coming off the streetlamps beyond my blinds, I could see his cock.
It was just as I remembered it from my dreams—engorged with blood and ready to
thrust at any moment.

I rocked my
hips and whimpered when he slipped a finger inside my pussy. I wanted down off
the wall. I wanted to be on the bed, under him.

He didn't
budge and made sure I didn't move either.
 

"Wait
here," he ordered, kneeling in front of me before I could protest. He
glanced up at me. "Leaning against the wall, I want you to rest your feet
on my shoulders. Okay?"

I was about
to ask what he was trying to do when he lifted me off the ground. I slammed my
palms against the wall behind me, balancing myself before resting my feet on
his shoulders.

He shifted
his weight, held on to my hips. And if I thought his lips felt amazing before,
there were nothing compared to what he did just then.

I cried
around my surprise when his tongue grazed my clit, and as he gently lapped
between my pussy lips, I relaxed. The cold wall forced a chill up my spine, but
just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

I was just
about to let my head fall back when I glanced down at him. His back was covered
in ink.
He does have tattoos!
They
were drawn in symbols I wasn't familiar with, some kind of characters
surrounding a very odd looking crow.

But before I
could ask its significance,
Jace
drew tight circles around
my clit with his tongue. I closed my eyes, the design on his back abandoned so
long as he used his mouth. Just. Like. That. I arched my back again, rocked my
hips.

He held me in
place and wrapped his lips around my clit. He moaned against it before slipping
a finger inside me. Between what he was doing with his mouth and the way he
fucked me with his finger, my entire body shook.
 

He wasn't
Orion.
He's better than Orion.
He was
the real deal, physical. No time limits.
Just raw, hungry
passion.
And I couldn't get enough of it.

I drove my
fingers in to his hair, scratching at his scalp when he withdrew his finger,
only to join it
with a second one moments
later. And,
like before, he moved his fingers in time with what he was doing to my clit. Any
time his tongue swept over my clit, his fingers would carefully slide over my
g-spot.

And as the
first tremors of my orgasm ripped through me, it was almost as if he knew.
Jace
went faster, pressed harder, which pretty much
answered the question of whether he wanted me to finish without him or not. He
was urging me, coaxing me to the edge, and I was about to fall over the other
side.

"Fuck,"
I whimpered, doing whatever I could to hold my orgasm at bay.
"S-stop.
Jace
...I..."

He eased up
so I could breathe. When I didn't continue, he set me back down on the ground
and kissed me. I sucked in a breath as I tasted the sweetness of my pussy on
his lips, his tongue. I'd tasted myself on men before, but not like this. Not when
the guy was so enthusiastic. Not when his body was this close.

"Bed,"
I said, breaking our kiss as I fought to hold back another tremor. My head
spun, and I still managed to stand on my own two feet.
"Now."

This time
Jace
did listen, withdrawing his fingers from my pussy,
before carefully guiding me over to the bed. Once he knew I was settled and wouldn't
fall, he went over to his pants and rummaged through one of the pockets. He
pulled his wallet from its depths, and from that, a condom.

I licked my
lips and watched his cock move from one side to the other as he walked. I
wanted to taste him. Lick him.
Suck
him.
But I was so close.
So very close.
I
couldn't wait. Not now. Not when I was this aroused. Not when my mind was this
turned on.

And he didn't
make me. After hiking me up to the middle of the bed and
lying
me down, he tore the condom wrapper with his teeth. He grimaced when he rolled
it on, and wiped his hands on the backs of his hips before positioning himself
between my legs.
Missionary
style.
He was vanilla.
Or just careful.

Careful
sounded better. I'd seen how he could get. He liked the control. Dom. Sub.
Vanilla.
Kink.
None of those things
mattered when he looked at me the way he did just then.
Eager.
He needed it just as much as I did.
Maybe more than that.
 
 
 

Opening my
legs, I locked my hands behind his neck and pulled him in to a kiss. He leaned
forward and pressed his lips to mine.
Gently.
Passionately.
And just as his tongue met mine, he thrust
forward. We both gasped as the head of his cock pressed against my pussy lips.

I arched my back
and he thrust again. Slowly, he slipped inside, inch by delicious inch. I
wanted to tell him to go fast.
To go slow.
Hard.
Fast. Slow. In the end, it didn't matter what I
wanted, because everything felt right.

Shoving an
arm under my back, he held me against him, using slow, fluid strokes as he hit
right up against my g-spot.
Every.
Single.
Time.

"Oh, my
God," he moaned. He closed his eyes, opened them. "You feel so
fucking good. Tight, wet cunt—" He groaned. His head fell back.

I'm not sure
if it was the words he said or the way he'd said them, but every single word
that passed through those lips made me want him even more.

I rocked my
hips, tightened my
kegels
. He must've noticed,
because seconds later, his slow, even strokes grew faster, more erratic.

With a bit of
effort, I matched him thrust for thrust. I arched my back when he drove deep
inside and rocked my hips back every time he went to pull out.

His breath
caught. His arms shook. So did mine. He was close, just as close as he'd gotten
me before we moved onto the bed. All it would take was one perfectly timed
squeeze on my end, and he'd lose it.

I bit my
bottom lip and braced myself for the harder thrust as I tightened my
kegels
.

Jace
exhaled,
groaned. He glared down at me. He kissed me,
then
kissed me harder still.

His thumb was
on my clit in an instant, pressing against it as he faltered, sucked in a
breath, and came. I went right after him, lost to the white light from my
orgasm.

When darkness
settled down around us again,
Jace
had thrown back
the covers on the bed and put me underneath them. I'm not sure when he got rid
of the condom, but the bedroom light was on, and he'd brought whatever was left
of dinner in with him. It sat on my nightstand, untouched.

"That
was..." I shook my head and rolled over to face him when he lay down
beside me.
"Where...how?"

He kissed me
on the forehead and ran his fingers through my sweat-dampened hair. "You're
so cute when you're flustered."

I glanced
around the room, then back at him. "I feel like I lost a half an hour
somewhere. When did the food get here? How did I get under the covers?" I
couldn't remember any of it.

"Sounds
like you had a good orgasm to me."
Jace
shrugged,
then
said, "Relax. Turning down the bed
was all you. I'm just here to make sure you're okay. You stopped talking for a
while there."

"I
honestly don't remember anything."

"Damn.
Was I that bad?"

I smirked. "No,
I remember that. I just don't remember what happened between then and now."

"Like I
said, sounds like you had a good orgasm to me, and I'm not just saying that for
an ego boost. I've heard of women losing short term memory. Men too, when they
have a good climax. I blame the endorphins."

I groaned and
propped my head up on a pillow. "I didn't say anything stupid, did I?"