This is a long one folks. I don't know why or how but when I started writing this, it turned out to be a little short story that took on a life of it's own, making it long and with a slow build up. It's also a little more graphic than the first two so be prepared for some dirty words. I hope everyone enjoys it! Thanks for reading!
Also, if you wanted to know the dress I had in mind for Clary in this story, just google "new sexy prom dress spaghetti strap bandage back deep v neck side split green" I know its ridiculously long but I couldn't find the name of the dress. It should be one of the first dresses to pop up in images.
Clary slides out of her car, her green dress falling open at the slit to reveal almost all of her left leg, and adjusts the straps of her dress. She looks down and sticks her hands in the top and pulls her breasts up to where they are practically bulging out of the deep V that drops to the base of her rib cage. Her nipples are protruding through the thin material because she can't exactly wear a bra with it and she briefly wonders if it is too slutty. There isn't exactly a way to hide them. Her hair is perfectly curled into soft waves and she finally perfected the smoky eye look that her best friend Izzy taught her how to do. "My God." she exclaims, closing her eyes and bringing a hand up to cover her face as a light blush spreads across it. "This is stupid. I'm just going to go home."
"No, you're not!" Izzy says sternly while trying to keep her voice somewhat low. Her heels click on the asphalt as she teeters precariously around Clary's car and over to her. "You are going to go in there and seduce the shit out of him."
Clary looks up to Izzy and her eyes hold the slight panic that is slowly creeping it's way into her. She has no idea what she is doing. She's just a stupid art appraiser. "I have no idea what I am doing. I'm just a dorky and uncoordinated art freak."
Izzy rolls her eyes and grabs her friend by both of her shoulders and then dips her head to come eye level with her. She waits until Clary is looking back at her before she says, "You are incredibly beautiful and have no idea how sexy you are. We've been friends for ten years, since freshman year of college, and you have never seen yourself clearly. Especially since you were a late developer. You have the perfect hourglass figure with just the right amount of boobs and butt to not make you look like a porn star."
"Izzzyyy..." Clary whines looking away from the gushing description her friend is giving her. She always feels so awkward when someone tells her she's pretty or sexy or anything like that.
"Don't Izzy me." the black haired girl says, cutting Clary off. "It's true and it's about time you accepted it."
"I've probably just imagined the whole thing in my head. He probably just thinks I am some freak because he's caught me looking at him so many times. I'll bet he's even thought about getting a restraining order..." Clary whines.
"For the love of..." Izzy says dramatically and shakes her friend just a little. "Where did 'I'm going to make him scream my name before the night's over' girl go? I like that girl better. You remember her, don't you? She looks exactly like you, was wearing the same dress you are and was just in the car with me. She was confident and was determined to get her former boss, Jace Herondale, between her legs tonight."
"He was never MY boss. He was my boss's, boss's. boss." she clarifies, trying pathetically to change the subject.
"Right." Izzy says tiredly. "Whatever. You got that promotion to a different department that you've been wanting and now, he's no longer 'your boss' which means..."
"...that I can have a relationship with him." Clary finishes and takes a deep breath. "Or at least fuck him."
"Exactly!" Izzy exclaims with a beaming smile. "Now, it's time to go inside. You look INSANELY hot tonight. So hot, he won't know what hit him. He won't be able to think about anything other than getting you under him again. If you know what I mean." She winks and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and Clary can't help but smile and huff out a small amused breath of laughter.
"So, you don't think I'm over dressed?" Clary asks a little insecurely. She looks down at herself again and surveys her silky green dress with it's plunging neck line and slit up to the top of her thigh and looks back to Izzy.
"Absolutely not." she responds definitively. "You are perfectly dressed for a fancy New York auction house's 25th anniversary party."
Clary closes her eyes and swallows roughly trying to regain the confidence she had as she drove here to the party. Mr. Herondale has been the star of her wet dreams since she started working at the auction house two years ago. Her former boss, Mr. Bane, had hired her on a whim during her interview and when she started work the next day, she laid eyes on him for the first time. He came in to Mr. Bane's office and walked right by her as Mr. Bane was telling her what he expected of her in her new job. He was focused solely on something on his phone and didn't see her sitting in the chair across from her boss and started asking him questions.
She was grateful that he didn't notice her right away because it gave her time to stare at him with her mouth hanging open like a fool. He was all different variations of gold. His hair was a dusty yellow gold with lighter gold highlights that naturally streaked through it while his skin was the most perfect honey gold color that you would expect someone to have when they came home from vacation they took to a tropical place. His eyes though were the most incredible part of him. She had never seen anything like them. They were such a light brown that verged on being green that they were actually a beautiful golden color that contrasted perfectly with everything else about him. She actually had to squeeze her legs together and fold them to dull the sensation of the intense longing that was making her wet by just looking at him.
After a minute of conversation between the two men, which she didn't remember a second of, Mr. Bane smiled and gestured towards her, calling Mr. Herondale's attention to her. She rose to her feet automatically and when he turned to look at her, she swears she saw his eyes widen fractionally with appreciation. His eyes raked her up and down fairly quickly as she held out her hand for him to shake as introduction. He then turned his body fully to face her and gave her the sexiest smirk she had ever seen in her life. She swears that she almost had an orgasm in that moment.
Since then, they have exchanged long and flirtatious looks almost everyday. She would sometimes catch him looking at her and he would always say these little sexually suggestive comments that seemed innocent on the surface but she knew what he was really trying to say. His eyes would become hooded towards her and he would give her that signature smirk that made her weak in the knees. Nothing had ever happened between them because relationships with your boss or employee were vehemently against company rules and they both would have been fired if they had been found out. But now...she doesn't directly work for him anymore which means he's free game.
Resolve then solidifies in Clary's chest as she opens her eyes and looks at Izzy with a smirk of her own. "Wish me luck." she says to her.
"Honey, in that dress, you don't need any luck." Izzy leans forward and kisses her friend on the cheek and then turns to get back in the car. "Make him scream your name." she says with a wicked smile before getting in the car and driving away to her date with Simon and leaving her on the sidewalk.
She looks up to the museum where the party is and takes a deep breath before climbing the steps to the entrance. Once inside, she finds that Izzy was right about the dress. Everyone is dressed very elegantly and the men are in either nice suits or tuxes. There is soft music playing and tables placed throughout the venue that are counter height, negating the need for chairs.
After a quick circle around the edges of the party, she spots her old boss Mr. Bane and his boyfriend Alec. She walks over to them and when she gets close, Mr. Bane sees her and a surprised look crosses his face while he raises one eyebrow at her. "Well, well Miss. Fairchild." he says with a sly smile. "Someone wore their big girl dress tonight. You look like sex on a stick."
"Hi Mr. Bane." she says with a slight blush on her cheeks at his comment.
"Nope. None of that anymore." he says in his most chastising tone. "I'm Magnus to you from now on. I'm not your boss anymore. And anyway, you know I hated being called Mr. Bane. It reminds me of my father, may he rot in hell."
"Alright, Magnus." she says with a smile.
"You remember my very sexy boyfriend, Alec, don't you?" he asks her with a dramatic wave over to the man in question.
"I do. It's nice to see you again." she tells him and he nods and smiles politely at her, looking a little exasperated at his boyfriend's comment. He doesn't seem like much of a talker so Clary doesn't take it personally when he doesn't say anything and looks back out into the crowd of people.
"Wow." she hears a deep voice say right next to her ear. She spins around and her face almost crashes into Sebastian Verlac's face. He had bent down to her level to say that and with the way he was looking at her, she could tell exactly what he meant by that one small word. "You look..." he motions down and then back up her body, his eyes following the motion, "...incredible."
Clary smiles and curses her pale skin that is betraying her right now by turning her cheeks red. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and looks down at the floor for a moment before looking back up to meet his dark eyes. "Thanks, Sebastian."
"You are very welcome." he replies with a sexy smile.
Sebastian has shown interest in her a few times but has never acted on it because he was sort-of one of her bosses. Well, not anymore he's not. "Let me get you a drink." he tells her and gives her a small almost imperceptible wink and then disappears towards the open bar. Once he is gone, she spins around to face the rest of the crowd and after a moment of looking, curses her damn short stature. She has three inch heels on tonight but they aren't exactly helping her see over the sea of people that are there.
"He's over by the ice sculpture across the dance floor." Magnus says from right next to her and she whips her head around to him.
"Who?" she asks with her horrible acting skills, trying to play dumb.
"Your golden boy." he whispers to her, leaning in close, and she knows that she is busted. "How did you know?" Clary asks sounding embarrassed.
"Because when I am in the same room as the two of you, the sexual tension between the both of you suffocates me. It's a wonder that the two of you haven't had sex yet."
Clary's heart starts to beat in her chest excitedly at his words. "You think there's sexual tension between us?"
Magnus rolls his eyes heavily before setting his drink down on the table beside them and looks back to her. "Without a doubt. And now that you aren't 'under him' anymore, I suggest that you go and get 'under him'."
"You sound like Izzy." Clary says with a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. She leans to the left, looking in the direction that Magnus said Mr. Herondale was, and she finally spots him and damn, does he look sexy as fuck.
He is wearing a tux that is perfectly tailored to his perfectly sculpted body and his hair is perfectly pushed back. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and bites it a little as she thinks about the naughty things she wants to do to him. "Magnus, can you tell Sebastian that I...I don't know, had to go to the bathroom?"
"No way." he says furrowing his brows immensely, like the idea was horrific to him. "Use him. Go to the edge of the dance floor and flirt shamelessly with Sebastian. Make sure Mr. Herondale can see the two of you."
"Why?" Clary asks, completely oblivious to what he is trying to tell her.
"It will make him jealous." he explains. "With the way you look tonight, he will be drooling within seconds of laying eyes on you, but you don't want to make it too easy for him. Flirt with Sebastian, laugh at his jokes, touch his arm and let your hand linger there. It will make him jealous. If I know him like I think I do, it will drive him crazy. He won't be able to stand that you aren't paying attention to him and he'll come for you. He'll try to take your attention away from Sebastian."
"He's right." Alec says, speaking up. "I went to college with him and we roomed together for a year in a frat house. He won't like that you aren't paying attention to him and he'll come for you."
"You think so?" she asks looking between the two men.
"I know so." Alec replies and then goes back to looking bored out of his mind.
She finds Mr. Herondale again and takes a deep cleansing breath before saying, "Tell Sebastian that I'm on the edge of the dance floor...looking at something."
"Yes ma'am." Magnus says with a wink and then she is gliding her way through the crowd. Quite a few men take long looks at her as she passes but her eyes are trained solely on her golden boy. Once she reaches the dance floor, she stops and looks away from him. She wouldn't exactly be playing hard to get if she was caught staring at him like she always does. Instead, she lets her eyes wonder for a minute, looking around and smiling and waving at a few people she knows.
"I thought you'd run off." Sebastian says from behind her and she turns around and sees a crooked smile that is surprisingly very sexy.
"I just wanted a little breathing room." she tells him. "It was really crowded back there." He hands her a glass of white wine and she says thank you.
"Congratulations on your promotion." Sebastian smiles widely at her and she once again tells him thank you. "I guess that means that I am not your boss anymore."
"Well, you never were technically my boss. You and Magnus have the same job but he runs the art side of it while you run the antiques side. But I guess you sort of were." When she gets that last word out of her mouth is when she feels this heavy weight settle over her. It feels like someone is watching her...Mr. Herondale. She only feels that way when he is looking at her.
She looks out at everyone like she is just aimlessly looking around, when she is really wanting to see if he is looking. When her eyes finally land on him, her heart jumps into her throat.
The very attractive woman he is next to is still talking animatedly to him but it seems like he isn't hearing a word of it. For just a moment, it feels like the world has stopped and it's just the two of them as they stare at one another. She sees his adam's apple bob up and down with a rough swallow as his eyes rake incredibly slowly down and then back up her body. His eyes carry such weight behind them, it almost feels like his hands are skimming up and down her body instead of his gaze. His eyes take their time going over her leg that is protruding from the high slit and she has to clench her thighs together. Goosebumps raise on her skin as a shudder rolls through her body when his eyes lock with hers.
"Are you cold?" she hears Sebastian ask and it physically pains her to have to look back to him and away from Mr. Herondale. Her brows furrow in confusion. "You have goosebumps." he says and looks to her arms.
When she looks down, her body is covered with them and her nipples are poking hard against the silk material of her dress, making them a prominent feature of it. "No. I'm fine. I just got a cold chill but I'm fine. I promise."
He had already started to move to take his tuxedo jacket off but stopped once she said that. If she wasn't mistaken, he looked relived by her words. It was probably because his eyes kept darting to her pert nipples and then back up to anything else. It was like he was trying so hard to not look but he just couldn't help himself.
She smirks then thinking that if she was having that affect on him, then surely there was a chance that she could have that affect on a certain blonde. "Do you want to dance?" she asks him.
His eyes widen fractionally in surprise for a moment before smiling back at her. "I'd love to." He takes her drink and sets it on a nearby table and then he is leading her out to the dance floor. Her pulls her body to him tighter than was necessary and then they are spinning gracefully around the floor. "Wow. You're an incredible dancer." she tells him honestly after a moment.
"My mother is French and made me take dance lessons until I was sixteen." he explains. "I have thanked her many times for making go for all those years. I now am very skilled at moving my body." His tone turns suggestive and his eyes become a little hooded and she gives him smirk.
The rest of the night goes by in similar fashion. Sebastian doesn't let her out of his site and has even taken to placing his hand on the small of her back occasionally when talking with other people. She has barely seen Mr. Herondale since that heated moment they exchanged with their eyes at the beginning of the night. She'll catch glimpses of him as he moves through the crowd and then disappears again to her extreme disappointment. 'Stupid Magnus and his stupid plan' she thinks to herself.
Sebastian, on the other hand, has been exceptionally charming. Albeit a little suggestive with his comments when no one was around, but she didn't mind all that much. At least she had a back up if Mr. Herondale didn't make a move, which she was starting to think was never going to happen. Sebastian was incredibly good looking and she was curious if what he said on the dance floor translated to the bedroom or if he was just all talk.
He looks over to her and gives her that sexy crooked smile of his. "Do you want to get out of here?" he asks her lowly so no one else will hear.
She thinks about it for a second, and after determining that Mr. Herondale wasn't interested after not speaking to her the entire night and her heart clenching because of that thought, she opens her mouth to tell him yes but the sounds don't make it out of her mouth. Mr. Herondale appears out of nowhere and places himself between her and Sebastian, looking directly at Clary.
"Would you like to dance?" he asks her, locking his eyes with hers, trapping them under his heavy gaze. It suddenly feels like she's been hit with a bolt of lightning. Her body sings and hums with the closeness of him; her senses coming alive and becoming almost unbearably heightened.
She can see Sebastian's thoroughly annoyed face peering over Mr. Herondale's shoulder, and he is trying to make eye contact with her. He is probably sensing that he is about to lose her interest and is trying to regain her attention to force an answer out of her...but it's too late.
Her hand raises without her telling it to do so and Mr. Herondale takes it and starts to lead her to the dance floor. Neither one of them says a word as they walk and he can't seem to take his eyes off of her. He looks almost annoyed but she has no idea why. He pulls her to a stop and then wraps an arm around her waist while the other takes her hand and holds it out to the side and then he takes off. It seems like Sebastian isn't the only one who can dance. They are flying across the dance floor, spinning to the music, while her feet barely touch the ground before she is taking another step.
"You a great dancer, Mr. Herondale." she tells him once she swallows roughly.
He doesn't seem to hear her, even though they are very close because his furrowed brows stay the way they are. "Why did you wear that dress?" he asks out of nowhere and it catches her off guard. Now it's her turn to furrow her brows at him in confusion. "What?"
"Why did you wear that dress?" he asks her again, his voice more insistent this time.
"I uh...I don't know." she says unsurely. "Is there something wrong with it? Is in not appropriate for the occasion?" Her eyes take a quick survey of the other women there and what she is wearing seems to fall in line with what everyone else has on.
"Yes. There is." he replies and tightens his grip around her waist. She looks back up and meets his eyes and her heart jumps in her throat. He looks a little angry and frustrated and she has no idea why. She opens her mouth to apologize, for what,she doesn't know, when he cuts her off.
His head dips lower and his breath fans across her face as he whispers in her ear. "What you are wearing is completely indecent. I can see every single curve of your body and I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you all night. No matter how hard I tried."
A deep shiver runs all the way through her body at his words. Her breathing hitches and her mouth falls open slightly in surprise. She was not expecting him to say that. He slowly stands back up to his full height and when their eyes lock, she can see his undeniable want for her swimming in his golden ones. She's imagined him looking at her like that before but her imagination was lacking in every way after now seeing the real thing.
She licks her lips and he pulls her a little closer into his body, tightening his hold on her. She looks down at his chest and then back up at him through her lashes and smiles seductively at him. "If it's the truth you want, I guess I should tell you that I wore this dress for you."
His hand that is on her waist clenches, grabbing her tighter there, and his eyes darken a shade. "Did you really?" he asks huskily.
"I did. Do you like it?" Her tone is low and seductive and she barely is able to recognize her own voice when talking to him right now.
"No." he replies flatly. "You wearing that dress is making me lose my focus and control over myself. I want to rip it off if only so you stop tempting me with the way your nipples show through this thin material." His hand on her waist bunches the silky fabric in his grasp and he makes some sort of growling noise deep in his throat.
The sound does surprising things to her body. Her heart thuds unevenly in her chest and it feels like a bolt of electricity finds it's way to her core and her clit throbs with the sensation. She locks her eyes with his and a small knowing smile spreads across her lips. "Mr. Herondale, I had no idea you felt this way about me."
"Don't play coy." he says back to her, his eyes burning a hole in her. "The moment I first saw you I wanted to bend you over Magnus's desk and take you for all you were worth. Since then, we've been dancing around each other in the most frustrating game I've ever played. That's why I suggested you for the promotion you got recently. I couldn't take it anymore. I need to make you mine. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you."
Clary stopped breathing somewhere in the middle of his little speech and her eyes have widened with surprise. She was not expecting him to say that. "And then you show up tonight in this dress," his eyes look her up and down quickly, "and I can't even hold a proper conversation with anyone because you, and the things I want to do to you, have taken over every thought in my mind."
"But I've been looking for you all night and have barely seen you." she says to him. "And yet you say you've been watching me all night."
"That's because I'm good at hiding it." he explains with a blaze of his eyes. "With anyone else, I wouldn't care who saw me looking. But you, you're different. I tried to hold myself back because I wanted to ask you on a proper date later, but...once again, you just had to wear this dress. And then the way Sebastian was looking at you and following you around and pawing at you all night, it made me want to break his neck." He growls the last sentence, sounding incredibly possessive and a thrill runs through her.
She blushes slightly and looks down from his eyes and to his chest. She can't help the smile that is on her lips now. She has dreamed of him saying all of these things to her when she was in her room at night, all alone. Her fingers would drift down to her folds and she would touch herself with the thought of him in her mind.
It seems like Magnus's plan has worked and it has worked better than she ever could have imagined. He had lost control and from what she's observed of him, he prides himself in being in control of every aspect of his life. By the look and feel of his body, he was very disciplined with himself as well. He demanded perfection of himself and anything less would be beneath him. She wonders if he feels that way about sex as well.
At that thought, an incredibly intense longing fills her belly. The atmosphere between them has become so sexually charged that she can feel that her thong is already soaked with her arousal. She lets her eyes travel back up his chest and she finds him looking down at her. His breathing has picked up and she is almost certain that she can feel something twitch in his pants where their bodies are pressed against one another. "Well, if that's the way you feel, then I think we should leave and go somewhere more private. Somewhere there aren't a lot of people around." She raises up a little on the tips of her toes and whispers the last part next to his ear. "I can be a little...loud." she says, letting the rest of the statement hang in the air for him to fill with his imagination.
Her words seem to do the trick and he hums a noise of satisfaction as his hand on her waist dips lower and he grabs her hip roughly. She lowers herself back down and the look in his eyes is enough to set her on fire. There is a deep blazing inferno of want in his golden eyes as he looks at her.
He doesn't say a word as he lets go of her and places his hand on the small of her back and starts to guide her towards the side of the dance floor. That's when she sees Sebastian and he looks really upset. His dark eyes are locked onto Mr. Herondale with a blistering look of hatred. She had completely forgotten about Sebastian and how she led him on and used him to make Mr. Herondale jealous. She should feel bad, but it worked and she got what she wanted, so she doesn't. She's sure there is someone here that would be glad to go home with him being one of the hottest men here, although he didn't compare to the blonde walking beside her now.
Sebastian starts to walk towards them as they near the edge and she senses Mr. Herondale tense slightly beside her. Sure enough, by the time the reach the edge of the floor, Sebastian is waiting for them. His eyes soften and he looks down to Clary as he says, "Are you ready to leave now? I had the valet pull my car around for us." There is a possessive edge to his voice and the way he words the sentence makes it sound like a statement of fact that she had agreed to leave with him. She assumes that that is his attempt to assert possession of her in front of Mr. Herondale next to her but he doesn't skip a beat as he says, "I'm going to be taking Miss. Fairchild home tonight." There is a smug edge to his voice with an underlying threatening tone that is unmistakable.
Sebastian then looks down to her with expectant eyes, clearly wanting her to say the she is going with him and not Mr. Herondale. Too bad for him. "I'll see you on Monday, Sebastian." she tells him with a friendly smile. The look on his face when she says that is a mixture between disappointment and anger. Exactly which one of them his anger is directed towards though, she will probably never know.
Before she can say anything else, Mr. Herondale is putting pressure on her lower back and is guiding her through the crowd of people. A few people try to flag him down but he studiously ignores them and they continue on their way towards the front entrance of the museum.
Once outside, Mr. Herondale hands the valet his ticket and he radios to bring his car around. She is surprised when he starts to pull her towards an alcove on the front of the ornately carved stone building, but she lets him guide her there. Once they are hidden in the shadows, he pushes her against the wall and locks eyes with her. When she does, she is surprised to see the wildness in his golden honey eyes. It is clear while looking at him that he has lost control over himself. His breathing has picked up and his mouth is hanging slightly open with the effort to control his ragged intake and outtake of oxygen.
"Mr. Herondale." Clary says in a ragged tone herself.
"Jace. Call me Jace." He says hurriedly to her in a husky voice. "When I make you scream my name tonight, I want it to be Jace that I hear fall from your lips."
Her breath catches in her throat and her body pulses with desire. She is then sure that no one has never wanted anyone as much as she wants him ever before in the whole history of mankind. "Jace." she says in a sigh, looking up at him through her lashes as his hands come forward and slide up her stomach. A cool breeze blows over her exposed skin then, making her nipples stand out even more and Jace seems to notice.
His eyes lock in on them and then he is gently sliding his hands over the paper thin material of her dress that covers her breasts. Her eyes close automatically and her head falls back as she feels his fingers skim over her nipples lightly. She feels him lean forward and then she feels his body heat radiating off of him close to her neck. He places a warm and wet kiss on her neck as his thumbs flick over her rosy peaks, and she sucks in a small startled breath and holds it there as his fingers move back and forth, teasing her. She feels his tongue come out of his mouth then and start to slide up the skin of her neck and to the corner of her jaw before it disappears.
His mouth is right by her ear and she hears him take a breath before saying, "Mmmmm. You taste incredible there. I can't wait to find out if the same is true for every place on your body."
'Oh. My. Fucking. Hell.' she thinks to herself. She almost came then with just his words and his hands on her chest. Her clit throbs almost painfully with her arousal for him. The next thing she knows, her hand is reaching out to him and she grabs a hold of him through his pants. She can feel that he is rock solid underneath his underwear and that he is very well endowed. He groans a throaty groan as she slides her hand down the length of him and she opens her eyes to find his closed. His jaw is tense and he is biting his lip rather hard while his hands grabs her breasts roughly. "And I wonder how you will taste in my mouth. I almost can't wait to find out." Her voice is almost completely foreign to herself in that moment. It is confident and sexy and everything she would hope it to ever be in such a moment. She's never sounded like that once in her life and it was all because of Jace. He brought out this sex goddess that was buried somewhere deep inside of her and she couldn't wait to let her loose.
Jace makes another raw noise in the back of his throat at her words and then she hears someone call his name. The valet has his car. Jace's hands drop from her body and then he is pulling her out of the dark shadows and walking briskly over to his sleek black car. He opens the door for her and she slides in and then he is getting in the drivers seat. "How long?" she asks him and he seems to know exactly what she means by the question. "I live ten minutes away but I'll have us there in five." He looks over to her and his eyes rake slowly over her body, lingering on her exposed leg, before meeting her gaze again. "Four minutes and thirty seconds." he revises and then slams his foot down on the gas pedal and they are peeling out.
The whole drive to his place, he doesn't take his eyes off the road. He is swerving in and out of traffic, barely missing hitting a dozen cars. Clary has to give it to him though, he is an excellent driver. Looking over at his face of pure concentration, she finds him to be even more sexy. The way his jaw is tight and his eyes are narrowed slightly as he weaves between a car and a person on a bicycle. A few seconds later, he swings into an underground parking garage and slides into a parking space, the tires screeching the car to a halt.
He puts it in park and looks over at Clary for the first time since leaving the museum. The look in his eyes takes her by complete surprise. His golden eyes are untamed and wild with desire. There is a deep burning in them and Clary's body reacts instantly. Her breath hitches in her throat and she feels a throbbing start to spread out from the apex of her legs. He looks away after a few seconds and steps out of his car and appears at her door and pulls her out as well. He doesn't say a word as he grabs her hand and pulls her along to an elevator not too far away. There is a ding and the elevator doors open and florescent light hits her eyes.
Once the doors are closed, he pushes Clary against the back wall and cages her in between his arms that he has on the wall on either sides of her shoulders. She looks up to his eyes and she sees them raking over her body and lingering on the deep v of her dress. There isn't one tiny piece of him touching her while her hands are down flat at her sides. Not touching one another is building the suspense up so much that it almost becomes painful.
He dips his head down and places his nose lightly at the base of the right side of her neck. She leans her head to the left and allows him to barely graze her skin as he drags his nose upward and to her ear. His hot breath is fanning across her sensitive skin, sending goosebumps to every part of her body. "Do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking of you?" he says lowly into her ear. Her breathing picks up to an almost embarrassing rate. His tongue shoots out and lightly trails along the outside of her ear before disappearing. "I lost count how many times after the first month you started working there."
She closes her mouth and swallows hard, trying to reign in her breathing. She has turned into complete putty under him. "It's taking every ounce of will power I have to not tear that dress off of you right now." She feels his lips start to slide up her jaw towards her mouth, fully aware that they haven't kissed yet. Right before his lips touch hers, she smirks and decides to take some of the control back. Her hands move fast and grab onto both of his wrists and she somehow turns him around to where his back is against the wall. She places her hands on his abdomen under his tuxedo jacket and slides them slowly up his body to his chest. Sliding her hands over his shoulders, she pulls his jacket off and it falls to the floor forgotten. Her nails dig in lightly on his shoulders before she leans her hips into his, her mouth moving to beside his ear.
He is as hard as a rock and groans loudly as she rolls her hips into him and says, "The only person I've thought about while making myself cum for the past two years has been you." He makes a noise of pleasure in the back of his throat so she continues. "Would you like to be the one to make me cum tonight? You have a lot to live up to from my imagination."
"Oh, baby." he says with a sexy chuckle, pulling back to look in her eyes, "..I promise you that I will put every fantasy you've ever had about me to shame."
Before she can respond, the doors slide open and he is grabbing her by her waist with his large hands and pulling her out into the hall. They only have to walk a short distance before arriving at his door. Jace hurriedly pulls out his keys and pushes the correct one in and shoves his door open. She doesn't wait for him and walks right in, Jace following behind her and shutting the door. She spins around and faces him, the silence that surrounds them only broken by their heavy breathing, and for a moment, they are frozen.
This is the moment that both of them have been waiting for; fantasizing for since the first day they laid eyes on each other. They were alone and it was finally going to happen.
Clary is the first one to move, practically flinging herself at him. He catches her and their lips finally meet. His perfectly shaped lips mold beautifully against her own and then she is shoving her tongue in his mouth. His hands come around to the back of her dress and find the zipper there. He slides it down in one fluid movement and then shoves the material off of her shoulders, making the dress fall to the floor in a puddle around her feet. The cold air hits her body and she shivers and presses herself into him. He grunts as his hands smooth down the back of her and grab her ass roughly in each hand while devouring each other.
She pushes him back and revels in the utter disappointment that spreads across his face as she steps back slowly from him. One, two, three, four steps back, her gold heels that she was wearing still on her feet. She is in nothing but a very low cut black lacy thong, having worn no bra, and lets her hair fall over one of her shoulders. A seductive smile spreads across her face as his eyes slowly move down and then up her body and then back to her eyes. She pokes one hip out to the side and tilts her head in the same direction and says, "Take your clothes off. Slowly."
He bites his lip and looks like he is about to fall to his knees to worship her. Her eyes travel down to where his erection is pushing tightly against his pants and knows that it must be painful. His hands come up and he starts by untying his bow tie and lets his hang around his neck. Next he moves on to the buttons of his shirt, slowly popping them open while holding eye contact with Clary. She doesn't know how much longer she will be able to resist looking at him the more of his body he reveals. The way he is looking at her is making her feel like she is a sex goddess sent down from heaven just for him and it is doing unspeakable things to her insides. She swears that her wetness will start to drip down her thighs at any moment because of how turned on she is.
Once all of the buttons are undone, he pulls his tucked in shirt out of his pants and then takes it off slowly. He's fucking gorgeous. His body is perfectly sculpted to create the most delicious looking creature she had ever seen. His arms were taught with corded muscles while his chest and abdomen looked carved out of stone. Her eyes break away from his, unable to stop her eyes from looking down at him any longer.
She watches his hands as he slowly undoes his belt and then moves onto his pants. Her tongue darts out and drags across her lips as his pants fall to the floor. His erection pokes hard against his boxer briefs and she longs to free it.
They stand there for a moment as their eyes meet again and then he takes two long strides to her and picks her up by her ass with one hand while she wraps her legs around his waist and crashes her lips against his. The kiss this time is purely explosive. She moans as his free hand comes around her front and fondles her left breast and she breaks away from his mouth to throw her head back as her shoes fall to the floor.
She knows that he is walking with her somewhere but her brain can't seem to care enough to look where. His mouth is on her neck, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin while she digs her hands in his hair. Her hips roll into him when he gives her nipple a pinch and she feels his cock jump underneath her in response.
Both of his hands slide down to her hips and then he is throwing her. She falls for a second before landing on a soft bed, her hair splaying out in a fan around her face. Jace leans over and clicks on a small lamp on a nightstand and then looks over to her. "I want to be able to see your face when I make you cum." he says huskily to her. His eyes travel up and down her body, stopping at her hand that is sliding over her erect nipple. "My fucking hell, you're so unbelievably hot." he says just before a low growl leaves his lips.
Clary brings her hand up to in between her breasts and drags her fingers lightly down the valley between them while making heavy eye contact with Jace. She shimmies out of her thong then brings up her legs which were closed and laying flat, bending them and then letting her knees fall widely apart. Her hand reaches her core then, his eyes following the motion as she finds her own clit and presses down on it with her finger.
She lets out a lust filled sigh as her eyes fall closed after she sees his mouth fall open a little with surprise and want. When she opens her eyes only a few short seconds later, she sees that he has slid out of his underwear and his cock is standing at full attention pointing at her. She licks her lips and she feels a shiver in the pit of her stomach as she sees the long length and wide girth of him. How he was going to fit that huge thing in her, she had no clue but she couldn't wait to find out. "Jace." she moaned and then he climbed on the bed.
His hands came to rest on her knees as she furiously rubbed herself and then they were sliding lightly up towards her core. He grabbed her hand and tossed it aside like it had offended him and then he was diving into her. "I want to know what you taste like." he said with his voice pure lust and she felt herself throb.
His wide tongue darted out and drug up the length of her slit, flicking her when he got to her clit. He made the most delicious sounding "Mmmm" sound as his eyes closed softly for a second. "You're fucking delicious." he whispered and then he dove back into her. She felt his tongue press roughly against her clit with undeniable expertise and then she was tossing her head back onto the bed while her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She had never been more turned on in her life and she doubted that she ever would be again. She looked down at his golden head in between her legs and saw his tongue furiously working on her when his eyes turned up at her. They were filled with the lust that was surely in her eyes. The sight of him being just as turned on as she was at him licking her was almost more pleasure than her body could take.
She quickly learned that her imagination paled in comparison to what he was doing to her. After only a minute or two, she could feel the familiar build up before an orgasm and she let out a shaky breathy laugh at the thought that even she couldn't make herself cum so quickly. "Oh my God, Jace." she moans out while grabbing the meat of her thighs roughly. "Fuck. You're gonna make me..." is all she is able to get out before the tidal wave of pleasure hits.
Her grunts of pleasure and release are feral and uncoordinated; her voice hitching in uneven places. Her eyes are squeezed shut as her body soaks up the insane waves of pleasure that the orgasm Jace has just given her unleashes on her. Every muscle in her body tenses beautifully as he continues to lap at her until she finally starts to fall back down to Earth.
His tongue then dips inside of her for a moment and she sucks in a startled breath before he sits up and looks down at her. "I want to make you cum again." he says to her as she tries to slow her breathing. She feels a bead of sweat roll off of her forehead before she is able to focus her eyes fully on him. "You looked so fucking hot when you came from my tongue."
Her chest heaves up and down for another moment and then she is sitting up and scooting onto her knees and brings her mouth to his. She couldn't care less that she tastes herself on him as she shoves her tongue in his mouth. Her hand travels down and she grabs hold of his cock. He moans into her mouth at her touch as she tries to wrap her fingers all of he way around him and fails miserably. "You're so fucking huge." she tells him when she pulls back to breathe. "I can't wait for you to stretch me and spread me wide." She then strokes him a few times after seeing his smirk at what she said. "But first..." she says and then she is pushing him backwards and off of the bed.
Once he is standing, she falls to her knees in front of him and then roughly shoves him into her mouth. His girth is almost enough to gag her but his soft moans urge her to go on. Her head bounces up and down, wetting him with her mouth, and then it becomes easier for him to glide in her. One of her hands comes up and wraps around the base of his cock and she begins to stroke him as her mouth goes further and further down his shaft every time she slides him back in.
She relaxes the muscles at the back of her throat and then slides him in as far as he will go. He moans loudly as she feels his hand fist in her red hair. She gets about three-forths of him to glide into her mouth before she slowly pulls back. Her eyes dart up to him and his eyes meet hers with the most erotic expression on his face. She slowly slides him back in her mouth as far as she can while locking eyes with him and is satisfied when his mouth falls open in surprise. "Fuuuck." he moans out lowly. Her eyes start to water as she shoves him in her mouth roughly the next time, almost gagging herself. The next thing she knows, his hips are moving and then he is fucking her in her mouth.
His hand holds onto the back of her head and pushes her to him with each flick of his hips. Her hands go around and grab his ass and then she is pushing him into her even harder. He just feels so fucking good in her mouth. "Fuck. You're so fucking good at sucking my cock." he says lowly and then tosses his head back and without warning, pulls out of her mouth. She whines at the loss of him and then he is bending down and pulling her up to him. "You were going to make me cum and I want to fuck you first." he explains and she smiles wickedly at him.
"Then fuck me." she says seductively and with force and then turns around and bends over the bed. She looks back at him over her shoulder to see him biting his lip at her as he steps forward and presses his cock up against her opening. He holds it there for a minute and Clary rocks back into him, telling him to shove into her. "Please." she moans to him.
The next thing she feels is the pressure of him sliding into her, spreading her walls further than they have ever been spread before. Her eyes fall closed and she lets out a sigh of satisfaction. "Fuck. You're so big." she moans out and then she feels his pelvis touch her ass.
"Nnngghh." she hears him moan. "And you are so tight around me." he says after she hears him take a ragged breath. When he doesn't start to move, she rocks her hips just a little and leans forward, pulling him out of her just a little. He growls then as his large hands grab hold of her hips and then he shoves back into her. She can't help the loud shout that escapes from her mouth at his one small movement.
He is then pulling out of her again and the slamming back into her with force and the sensation makes her toes curl and her fingers clench his pristine white sheets on his bed. His fingers dig into her hips and then he is pounding into her. Her head flies backwards and her hair spreads across her back as their moans turn into indistinguishable grunts of bliss. Her legs begin to shake when he shifts a little to the right and slams back into her, hitting her special spot. "Oh my God!" she moans out as he continues his assault of her dripping wet cunt.
She sucks in a slightly horrified breath when he pulls out of her. When she feels him picking her up and flipping her over and shoving her back onto his bed, then she understands. "I told you I want to see your face when I make you cum under me." he tells her and she feels her clit throb with desire. She smiles wickedly back up at him and spreads herself wide for him.
He dives into the space between her legs and wastes no time in shoving his cock into her slit and resuming the bruising force of his thrusts. The feeling of being spread so unbelievably wide is almost more than her tiny body can handle. After another few pointed thrusts from him, she is back to where she was when she was bent over his bed. Her hands fly up and grab onto his wide shoulders and unconsciously dig into the muscles there, earning a grunt from him. Then, it's all too much.
A white hot blinding surge of pleasure spreads outwards from her core where Jace is mercilessly pounding into her. Her eyes shut tight as she screams out loud in a string of garbled moans. Her body tenses as the waves of searing pleasure spread through her hot and fast and more intense than she has ever felt before. As she finally starts to come down after and incredible amount of time, she opens her eyes and looks down and watches as Jace's cock slides in and out of her and she sees that his wide girth takes up almost all of the space between her legs. "Fuck." she says breathlessly as she feels her forehead wet with sweat. "That was so fucking good."
"I'm not even close to done with you." he says lowly as his eyes darken and then he is moving again. He pushes her knees up and they come to rest on either side of her shoulders and he is able to plunge even deeper into her. She watches him as he shudders with pleasure before pulling back and slamming into her again and this time, making her body shake with pleasure. She is still unbelievably sensitive from her amazing orgasm and she can tell that it won't take much to push her over that edge again.
He sits up a little more and braces his hand on the backs of her thighs and then is mercilessly pounding into her with an almost bruising force. Their joined loud moans and slapping skin are the sounds that fill the silent room. She looks up at his face which is contorted in ecstasy and then sees him tense up. She knows that he is close while her walls are starting to pulse around him. His eyes find her and then he is shaking apart inside of her.
His perfectly chiseled body flexes beautifully with the force of his orgasm; his biceps bulging and his hard abs flexing. His grunts of pleasure turn feral while his eyes shut tight and his face reddens with exertion. She feels his cock twitch inside of her, spurting his cum deep in her and that thought turns her on so damn much. She's just glad she's on birth control so she can have moments like these without worry.
After a long while, he finally stills and then is falling on top of her. She expects him to pull out and roll over to her side but instead, he captures her mouth with his and kisses her with incredible fervor. Her skin ignites and her walls clamp around his cock that is still inside of her, earning her a moan from Jace. That's when she feels him grow hard again. His mouth dips down to her right breast as his back arches and she feels that he is amazingly getting hard already again as he thrusts gently into her.
"Nnggghh, Jace." she coos out. "More. Again." she commands him.
His hips flick forward and slam into her and she has to arch her back into him as his cock gives her the most incredible amount of pleasure she's ever felt. "I love the way your pussy fits around my cock and squeezes it tightly. You are so much better than I thought you'd be." he tells her and then slams into her again.
She looks down as he does and they both watch as he pulls out of her and then shoves back in. That's when she realizes that she wants to take control.
She hooks her leg around his and pulls it as her hand comes up and pushes his opposite shoulder and then she is flipping him onto his back and straddling him. His huge cock had slid out of her so she reaches down in between her legs and grabs hold of it and pumps his rock solid cock a few times, enjoying watching the expression on his face when she does. She then lifts up and rubs it along her folds a few times before lining up with her entrance and painstakingly slowly lowers herself onto him.
Jace lets out a long sigh and then his eyes fly open and he looks down to watch her. Some of her hair had fallen across half of her face and she pushes it back and lets him see the wicked glint in her eyes as she begins to move. His body involuntarily jerks when she slides him all of the way in and she rolls her hips and pulls him out of her a little before repeating the motion.
His golden eyes are appraising her with an animalistic hunger as she brings one of her hands up to pinch one of her nipples and twists it, making herself moan. He then reaches up and pushes her hand away and replaces it with his. His fingers glide over her peaks before pinching them and then palming them in his large hands. They are just big enough so he has one handful in either of his hands. "Such perfect tits." he whispers so she decides to reward him for the compliment.
She leans back a little, bracing herself on his thighs and then starts to move with force and increasing speed. Her hips flick forward with each thrust and she starts to feel herself building up again. Her head falls back and her moans become louder and louder as his grunts become less controlled and then she is falling. Her orgasm surprises her with it's suddenness and she is unable to focus on rocking her hips back and forth. That's when she feels his hands grip her hips and then he is moving them for her. Her body curls up around itself as the euphoria he is giving her almost becomes too much to handle. She's only ever been with three people and none of them even came anywhere close to what he is doing to her. "Jace!" His name comes out like a cry as her body shakes uncontrollably with the intense ecstasy that is ravaging through her.
When she finally comes down from her third high of the night, she opens her eyes to see Jace's are ablaze with thirst and lust and the she finds that she isn't done with him. Even though her body is completely blissed out and on the verge of collapsing in on itself, there is nothing she wants more than to give him the most incredible orgasm of his life.
She lifts up and then slams back down on him roughly and his eyes fly wide as his bed bangs loudly against the wall. "Oh fuck, Clary." he groans as his eyes roll back in his head. After another minute, he is propping his head up on a pillow so he can watch her. The way his eyes are appraising her makes her feel like some sort of goddess. A temptress that was sent just for his pleasure. It makes her feel powerful and like the most desirable creature in the world.
She lets out a soft growl that centers in her chest as Jace begins to jerk in unsynchronized spurts of bliss. She then feels his cock jump inside of her and knows that he is close again. Her hips then start to pound into him with pointed thrusts, speeding up to a barely sustainable pace. His hands that had fallen to her thighs and pushed them apart, spreading her wider than before and he sinks further into her.
Clary moans loudly as Jace practically screams and then he is pulsing inside of her. His eyes squints shut while he makes an inhuman sound and his body curls up as his skin flushes pink. His eyes then fly open wide and land on Clary who hasn't stopped her punishing pace against his cock that is now filling her with his cum for the second time that night. He cums for a really long time and then is falling back heavily onto the bed, covered in sweat just like Clary.
He sucks in ragged and stunted breaths as she falls onto his chest and her head lands on his right shoulder. Their breath mingles with one another's as they try to regain a normal breathing pattern and slow their heart beats. After a long while, their breathing returns to normal and he turns his head to her. "I'm never letting you put on clothes ever again." he says and her lips curve upwards as a laugh escapes her mouth.
"Good." she replies. "I don't ever want to put clothes on again if the sex is going to be that good with you every time. I don't know about you but that was hands down the best I've ever had." Once those words were out of her mouth she tenses. What if his sex is like this every time? He'll think she's some sort of crazy lady.
She hears a smile on his lips as he says, "You, Clary, are the best sex I've ever had. No competition. If I had know this is what was waiting for me, I would have fired you the day Magnus hired you."
She turns her face up to him and he looks down to her with a smile on his lips and then pulls her face to his, kissing her passionately for a minute. "Well thank the heavens that I'm not under you anymore. I don't think I could see you everyday and not tear your clothes off after tonight." she says when he pulls back and he smiles widely and laughs.
"I wouldn't be opposed to you losing control like that when you see me at work from now on. In fact, I know just the place to sneak away to." he says like a promise and her body sings at his words. "But first, can I take you on a date tomorrow night? I'd love to take you to my favorite restaurant."
The smile that spreads across her face then is blinding. "I'd love to." she answers him and watches as his face lights up and then his is kissing her again and rolling on top of her. He rolls his hips and she feels his cock jump inside of her and her eyes widen. How he is able to go again so soon is beyond her. Within another minute, he is pounding into her again, sending her spiraling into her own personal world of pure ecstasy.