Chapter Sixteen
Jace
I was a goner. I’d known it for a while, but tonight I’d had all the confirmation I needed. Taking her hand, I led her from the elevator to her room. Brooke’s hand shook slightly when she slid in the card.
We’d barely closed the door behind us when I started touching her again, pinning her in place with my hands on her waist. I ran the tip of my nose up and down the back of her neck. She started to shake slightly. Then I flipped her around, needing to see that fire in her eyes, to taste her. I kissed her hard and deep, exploring her until she pressed her hips against me, seeking friction. I was painfully turned on. I kissed her even harder, swallowing up her moans.
I was greedy for her sounds of pleasure, to taste the rest of her. I explored her mouth all the way to the bed, feeling her give in to me more with every lash of my tongue, every stroke of my hands. She was undoing my belt before I even reached for her zipper.
“Wait a second, baby,” I whispered.
“No. Why wait?”
I hurried to the bathroom, opening the personal hygiene kit, retrieving the condom. I’d noticed it earlier when I’d inspected my own kit. I placed the packaged condom on the bed before pouncing on her again, kissing her with even more urgency than before. She worked on my belt again. I yanked my shirt over my head, pushing my jeans and boxers out of the way before removing her clothes.
I lowered her zipper, pushing her dress down, and nearly came when I saw that corset she was wearing. It was stunning and sexy.
“You look beautiful, Brooke.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t realize you were wearing this when we were in the bar.” I traced her clavicle with my fingers as I spoke, feeling her skin turn to goose bumps, her breath becoming more labored.
“Why not?”
“We wouldn’t have made it to the room.”
I moved behind her, starting to undo the tie at the top, pulling it out of the eyelet.
After every eyelet, I parted the fabric, kissing the skin I’d uncovered. When I reached the middle of her back, I sat on the bed, pulling her between my legs. That gorgeous, round ass brushed against my inner thighs, testing my control.
Once I’d undone the last of the eyelets, Brooke made to turn around, but I stopped her. “No. I want you like this.”
She stilled, and I could tell she was holding her breath, waiting to feel where I’d touch her next. I moved two fingers between her legs, stroking her over the silk. Brooke moaned, pressing herself into my fingers, reaching with her hands behind her back, clearly greedy to touch me. I removed her panties, then turned her around, holding her exactly where I wanted her, sucking on a nipple until I felt her want to pull away because she’d become too sensitive. I didn’t allow it. I kept her firmly in place with one hand, while I stroked her clit with the other.
“Ooooh, Jace. God—”
Her words became unintelligible when I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them until she buckled, and her thighs started shaking. I’d found her sweet spot. I kept her like that, licking her nipple, pumping my hand between her legs until she braced her hands on my shoulders and came hard. She nearly lost her balance, but I steadied her, placing an arm on her waist, the other on her thigh.
“Sit on me, babe.”
She lowered her sweet ass on my thighs the next second, resting her knees on the bed, lacing her hands around my neck. Her breath was still shaky. I glanced down between us. My erection was pressing against her pubic bone, and when she brought a hand down, rubbing her palm against the tip, I tilted my head back, letting out a deep, guttural sound.
“Fuck. Fuuuuck.”
I moved us both on the bed, bringing Brooke underneath me and putting on a condom. And then I slid inside her—not too much, because I wanted to give her the time to stretch around me. Brooke fisted the bedsheet with one hand, pressing her hips into me, taking all the rest in.
“You feel amazing.” I lay like that, without moving, simply enjoying this amazing feeling of being wrapped up in Brooke, feeling her arms around my neck, her inner muscles pulse around me. I’d been certain I would be rough tonight, but when I started pumping in and out of her, I needed to do this slowly, to explore her as gently as possible, to savor every tiny sensation she spurred inside me. I wanted to lose myself in her, draw this out for as long as possible. I skimmed my hands over every bit of Brooke I could touch, smothered her face and neck with kisses.
My orgasm built up slowly, starting with a pull behind my navel, a tension clenching in all my muscles. I held out until she climaxed, but not a second longer.
I moved away from her only enough for me not to crush her with my weight, but I kept an arm around her waist as we both fought to regain our breath. I had to let go all too soon, walking to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I chuckled, realizing I was still semihard.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw Brooke in the doorway glancing at my ass appreciatively. A second later, she realized I was watching her, and shrugged.
“What? It’s a nice ass. Can’t blame me for looking.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I held out my hand for her, pulling her my way until she was flush against me.