A/N: As promised a new very naughty, very M rated story. I might expand it. As requested so many times on my Auradon Spell Book fic, this is Jevie.
Enjoy!
"Should we be doing this?" She murmured between gasps, another moan slipping from her lips as Jay's kisses trail down her throat.
He has her pinned to the sofa, a usually powerless position that Evie was happy to relinquish. What had started as innocent movie night had devolved into heated kisses and hot touches. In hindsight Evie realised she should never have forced him to watch the chick flick; he was always going to get bored and distracted.
His touch had lingered in places that made her wriggle and squirm, idly slapping his hands into stillness, but only for a few minutes. Soon his fingers would wander across her stomach, her hips, dance across her thighs, slipping beneath her skirt.
But as Evie's hesitation is voiced, he's got her on her back against the fabric of his sofa. She really wasn't sure how they ended up in this position but looking up at the brown eyes above her, they both know her question has no substance. It's a get out clause that neither of them want and neither of them take up as he gives her a look before kissing her on the lips.
Her moans are now muffled but it doesn't stop her hands from doing their own wandering, catching up on his earlier ministrations. She tugs at the hem of his t-shirt and the pair part briefly to strip the fabric away before returning greedily to kiss.
His training on the tourney field has made him into a solid mass of muscle and for once Evie can't swing the balance of domination so that she's on top. It was unusual to be in this position, but she decides to revel in his authority and gives herself willingly to his fervent touches.
"Why am I half dressed and you're not?" Jay mumbles against her lips and feels the curve of her smile in return. His fingers are clumsy on the buttons of her blouse but eventually he pulls the fabric aside revealing the sapphire blue bra. An old favourite and one she hadn't intended to show him when this movie night idea was spawned. Now though, she doesn't have the mental faculties to care what he sees; her moans increase in volume as his head dips lower and he pulls aside the cup of her bra to investigate the skin beneath.
He curses softly against her breast when they hear the popcorn go flying from the end of the sofa when one of them wriggles too much but her laugh brings him back and he looks up to see her biting her lip at him. Then one hand loosely wraps around the back of his neck, coaxing him back up to her lips. An invite he readily accepts and he crawls back towards her lips.
But her intentions had another meaning, his bruising kiss brings the fly of his jeans back within her manicured reach and deft fingers undo the button and tug down the zipper, all without him realising.
It's not until her hand snakes inside the denim and she feels him through his boxers that he tenses beneath her, staring down with a mixture of admiration and lust in his eyes – the admiration that her sleight of hand was missed by one of the Lost's greatest thieves.
She pushes against his chest and he allows her to sit upright now, her blouse quickly pulled off while his hands squeeze her butt and reach for the zipper on her skirt. Her own touch was greedily skimming across the expanse of his shoulders and his chest, his bouts on the tourney field left him chiselled and Evie was not complaining.
She wasn't sure how they ended up on the floor but they did, her legs around his hips, pulling him closer while she left small bite marks on his shoulders.
"Evie." Jay growled when her hips rocked against his, causing much needed friction.
"Don't stop." She moaned in his ear and he grinned wickedly down at her, pulling back to admire his view.
"As my queen demands." His smirk is quickly buried in the crook of her neck before they all but devour one another.