the side.
With a grunt, he wedges his leg between both of mine, nudging them apart as far as they’ll go.
A flush creeps up my cheeks when he kneads my ass, exposing me. “Much better.”
Pushing my t-shirt past my ribcage, he nibbles and bites his way down my spine, striking his tongue ring along each vertebra he passes until he’s on his knees.
Another flash of lightning zaps across the sky and he makes a low hum in the back of his throat. “Look at you, all pretty and pink for me.”
Jesus. His mouth is a weapon in more ways than one.
I hiss when his stubble prickles my flesh and he inhales me.
It’s so intimate. So dirty and illicit.
My breath comes out in quick, short pants as his face settles between my thighs and he licks the length of my slit.
A low, strangled grunt leaves him. “Fuck, that’s good.” His tongue plunges inside and he proceeds to eat me like a filthy, ravenous animal.
He’s so gluttonous, so perverted. So…
“Oh, God.”
I’m growing lightheaded with every wicked stroke. Falling faster into his abyss.
Adjusting his hand, he massages my clit with his fingers as he coils his tongue, flicking the metal against my wetness.
“Jace.” I’m wound like a slingshot, preparing to launch wherever he wants as he works me to the edge of oblivion. “Fuck, that’s it.”
Reaching behind me, I grip his head, keeping him there. “Don’t stop.”
A guttural sound rumbles in his chest and his movements speed up. The sensation that whips through me is so intense, it vibrates through my bones as I shudder and shake around him.
Snarling, he laps at my orgasm. “That’s all you got for me?”
“I—”
He rubs a slow circle around my clit, causing aftershocks that have me jerking and thrashing. It’s like being on a non-stop roller coaster.
I’m so sensitive, I can’t take it. A pained groan rips from my vocal cords when he flips me over and sinks two fingers inside me…right before fastening his mouth on the spot that makes my toes curl.
My thighs tremble around his head as I whimper and squirm. It’s too much. Too intense.
Emotion clogs my throat as I choke out his name.
It’s a struggle to draw in air as my body seizes and I fall apart again, only unlike the last time, this one is quick and raw. Pleasure tinted with splatters of pain.
I feel so vulnerable, like I just shared something private and sacred. Until now, I was the only person able to make myself orgasm, but I’ve never had such a visceral response before.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stands up. His eyes rake over me like two hot coals, making me feel even more naked than I am.
I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t get the chance…because he takes off.
Chapter 31
Dylan
Almost two weeks have passed since Jace left me half-naked on the hood of his car and took off without a word.
It’s the same as before, except now he goes out of his way to actively dodge me, even going so far as to avoid stopping in the hallway to talk to Oakley if I’m around.
The only bright side to all this is that he won’t talk to Britney either. According to the RHA rumor mill, she’s already moved on. And if those rumors are right…it’s with Cole.
Which is the reason for the scowl on Sawyer’s face while she visits me at work.
“I don’t understand,” Sawyer huffs. “What in the world would Cole see in her?”
Same thing Jace did.
“Her double Ds?” I offer as I wipe down the counter.
Then again, my friend’s rack is pretty spectacular. Not to mention, she has a way better personality.
Cole is a straight-up dumbass for not pursuing her.
“I thought…” Shaking her head, she looks down. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter.”
Oh, man. She might not realize it yet, but she’s got it bad.
“You thought what?”
“That maybe, just maybe he was different from all the other jerks in the popular crew.” She shrugs. “I don’t even know why. But, obviously I was wrong and he’s not.”
Her disappointment is tangible.
I wish I could tell her something positive, but I’ve got nothing. Boys suck. Especially the Covington boys.
“I’m sorry, Sawyer.”
“Oh, dearie. He didn’t lick it off a stone,” Mrs. Dickinson declares as she removes a tray of croissants from the oven.
The look on Sawyer’s face tells me she’s as mystified as I am by my boss’s statement.
“I don’t know what that means,” Sawyer says. “Why would Cole lick a stone?”
Mrs. Dickinson sighs.