He touched my leg and cut to the inside of my thigh. He lifted, taking the towel with him.
“I always find myself most honest right after I blow my load, sweetie,” he whispered. His eyes were locked to mine. His lips then brushed against mine. “So I’m going to get the truth, got it?”
My bottom lip quivered with excitement.
His fingers continued their climb up my leg. He was just inches from touching me when he stopped.
“Sweetie, do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I said without thinking. “I… need…”
His fingers cut up and touched my bare silkiness. My entire body bucked at him, my knees bending.
“Look at that,” Jace said. “You’re already soaking wet. You like this fucking game, sweetie. So do I. I’m supposed to keep you alive and play with you. Pleasure you. Keep you feeling safe. But I’m not supposed to tell you that.”
One of his fingers grazed against my hole. It moved up and found my clit. I was so sensitive. I was so tender. I let out a soft groan as he wrote his name with his finger against my clit.
I was melting, faster than a snowman on a Caribbean island.
His finger eased back down and touched me again.
“Tell me the truth. That’s your car out front?”
“Yes,” I said. “I swear. Keys are in my back pocket in the bathroom. Jace…”
“Did you know your father was running games out of the store?”
His finger made a circle around my pussy.
“Yes,” I said. “But I didn’t…”
He thrust his finger into me. I grabbed his leather cut and jumped up to my toes.
His finger sank so fucking deep. I put my head back and groaned. My ass flexed tight as I started to rock at him, trying to fuck his finger.
Slowly, his finger moved out of me.
His lips grazed my neck and moved to my ear. “Fuck, sweetie, you’re so tight.”
“Jace… please…”
He wiped my own wetness down my inner thigh.
He then pushed at me, forcing me to sit on the bed.
I was eye level with his jeans, his cock.
“What do you want me to say?” I asked.
“Is your father in danger?”
“Yes. He’s always been in trouble. Ever since my mother was killed, he’s been different. Or maybe even before that but she shielded me.”
Jace reached forward again, easing his fingers between my legs. My body was twisted with emotion. The tip of his fingers grazed my pussy again. But he quickly pulled away. He put his fingertips to his mouth and flickered his tongue against them.
“That tastes as beautiful as you look right now,” he said to me.
My jaw dropped again.
“Jace… what is this?”
He slowly crouched down and touched my legs. “This is me getting the truth, sweetie. And this is you earning your keep around my house. I want to know why you showed up here. I want to know what you want. I want to know everything you know.”
Jace’s hands slowly started to push the towel up my body. When I felt myself become exposed to his sexy devilish green eyes, I shivered.
It was crazy to trust Jace the way I did. All I knew was that he was an outlaw. But he could keep me safe. And if he could take care of me in other ways…
“You’re going to tell me everything about the store,” he said as he got closer to me. He opened the towel all the way to my belly button. “Is this what you want?”
He paused for a moment.
Asking me?
I looked down at Jace. Slowly, I nodded. “I’ll give you everything.”
Jace grinned. “Yes, you fucking will.”
His mouth moved between my legs. I felt the hot outlaw breath spread across my sweet innocence, wrapping me up tight. The tip of his tongue like a torture wand, gently caressing up, then down.
I bit my lip and fought the urge to scream.
I was so screwed… so very screwed…
Jace curled his tongue around my clit and I felt my legs tingle. My hips thrust at him and I grabbed the sheets on the bed.
Was this really happening?
It was the wildest moment of my life. I had never felt so instantly drawn to someone like I did to Jace. And now he was on his knees, between my legs…
His tongue darted up and down against my clit. He was driving me toward the edge already and he just started a minute ago. What got me was his hands. They were at the insides of my thigh, squeezing tight but not too tight. I was in his power, control, his command. Yet it was my wetness that he devoured and craved.
Jace opened his mouth and engulfed me, from my hood to my labia. He sucked the wetness off me and pulled away letting out a wet smack sound. Then he looked at me. His lips were glistening, along with the scruff above his upper lip.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Inside, my body raged for him.
“Now it’s your turn to use your mouth,” he said. “I want to know everything. You talk while I work.”
His tongue lapped up slowly against my soft folds.
My hips rocked and I groaned.
“Shit,” I moaned. “Okay…”