Page 41 of Jace
Expose this.
“You want to be seduced, Vivian?” His husky voice travels up, caressing, coaxing. “Tell me, Smokeshow. What seduces you?”
It’s obvious, opening, and pulsing. All that we’ve been hiding and holding back. It’s blooming so damn fast, it’s almost frightening if I didn’t feel so feral for him. If I didn’t trust him to try.
And I’m free to do this.
I’m not married.
I’ve been trapped on the precipice of this perilous cliff for too long. There’s only one way to go. Closing my eyes, I leap. Almost crying at the rush. The risk. The reveal.
“Youseduce me, Jace. Your sweet friendship. Your big heart. Your sexy smile.” I grab a breath. “I wantyouand whatever your big hand is stroking for me right now.”
“Mmm.Fuucckkyes, Vivian,” he grunts. “Yes, I’m stroking myself. Fuck, I’m so damn hard for you.”
It’s all he needs to groan to flip my tummy, butterflies bursting into flight. He flips my world, lust exploding into my life. It makes me suddenly dizzy, writhing, alive, and aching.
“Jace.” I almost cry his name.
Sliding my hand between my thighs, I moan for him, letting him hear my need, diving so deep, so fast, so wet.
“Fuck, Vivian. Oh fuck, yes,” he rasps. Rushed. Relieved and confessing his need. It’s taking him so fast, along with me. “Baby, I… Oh god, Vivian. Fuck, baby. Fuck, my dick is so hard for you. I’ve wanted you for so long, I?—”
“I know. I know. Me too.” I touch the part of me that’s wondered about him. What he’d look like. Smell like. Taste like. Feel like taking me so hard with his big body.God, I know he’s hung,and I need him so much right now, but at least I can hear him.
And maybe I’m thankful it’s only the sound of Jace doing this to me because it’s almost too much. Letting all these emotions out could overwhelm me.
I almost can’t breathe. It’s best I can’t see him like this, touch him like this, feel him like this. Not yet. This is so erotic and beyond enough, I’m about to break for him.
“Just tell me, Vivian.” He sounds in pain. “Just tell me. Please, baby. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes… Yes,” I whimper, shaking. “Jace, my pussy is so wet for you. I’m lying on my bed with my legs open. I’m fucking my fingers so hard for you.”
“Ugh, fuck, Viv.” He pants. “I’m naked on my bed, on my knees and fucking my fist for you, and I can’t stop. Ugh,fuck…”
The sexiest, rawest grunt from his hulking body erupts from his throat, reaching through the phone and grabbing my neck.
I rasp, needing to do this. “Jace, listen to how wet my pussy is for you.”
I lower my phone to where my hand is between my legs, my fingers smacking into my wet cunt, over and over. Then, I slap my clit and cry out, hearing his choked grunt from between my thighs. “Vivian.”
I put the phone back to my ear, panting. “You’re making me come, Jace. Oh god, I’m gonna come for you, my legs are shaking.”
I give a needy moan when he growls, “Fuck, I’m gonnacomesofucking hard for you.”
We fall into a shared breath, a symphony of the sexiest, strained sounds together. No words, just a need that’s so powerful between us. I’m crying as I come, imagining him, but I can’t even say his name.
Jace is everywhere inside me and not here. It makes me wail, wanton and loud for him. It climbs up from my clenching core at the sound of his ragged breaths of release, his loud masculine grunts as he comes, groaning my name, taking me in another gasping spasm of relief.
My body shakes, my hand is lax, and where I ache for him to be, but he’s here. In my ear. In my heart.
“Vivian,” he rasps. “Baby, you okay?”
A happy tear escapes, wetting my hair. “I am now.”
“Fuck, I wish I was there.”
“You are.”
