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Chapter 9:
Beds and Showers
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Warning: FULL of Adult Scenes
(READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ;))
A soft rustling brought her out of her slumber. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a Greek God looking at her. She closed her eyes, blinding by the warm sunlight coming through her curtains. She moved closer to him, laying her head and hand on his chest.
"It's not polite to stare at someone while they sleep," she muttered. He let out a small 'Mhm' before pushing up on his arms and putting himself over her. She opened her eyes fully. She ran her hands down his rock-hard muscles, slightly trailing her nails on them. He groaned sexily.
The duvet only covered the lower part of his back, and she could clearly see his arousal under the covers. He growled huskily and leaned forwards to her neck. He kissed it roughly, biting it with the tip of his teeth. She threw her head back on the pillow as his lips moved to her earlobe.
"The things I want to do to you," he growled, licking it in one smooth motion. "I want to tell you all of them," he whispered. His erection moved closer to her entrance, and she squirmed at the thought.
"No," she breathed. He moved his head back to meet her gaze.
"Show me."
Something clicked in his eyes, and all calm disappeared. Need, urgency, desire, fogged them up. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. He kissed down her throat, lowering between her breasts. He moved lower, grazing his teeth lightly against her stomach. He let go of her wrists, now grasping her thighs. His mouth lowered to her slick arousal, kissing the inside of both her thighs, before gripping the underneath of them, and pushing them up and back.
With a flick of his tongue, he made her squirm under his grip.
"Don't stop," she moaned as he licked it from top to bottom. He sucked on her clit, and she arched her body in ecstasy. She grabbed his hair, pushing his head closer to her center. He groaned, and slipped his tongue into her. She pulled at his golden locks, seeming to hold on to it for dear life. She wrapped her legs around his neck as he continued.
"Jace," she breathed, tightening her grip. He licked up and down her clit as he ran his fingers down her thighs. "I'm c-clo..." She didn't finish her sentence as she found her release. He licked her from top to bottom, then placed on kiss there before moving up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
He crawled towards her, taking his time as he licked her bellybutton all the way to her breasts. Kissing them both briefly, he kissed up her neck and to her ear.
"Was that a good enough demonstration?" He whispered. He caressed her cheek, moving a hair behind her ear. She stayed quiet, her breathing ragged. "No? Your screams tend to make me think otherwise."
She flipped them over, straddling his lap. She bent down, kissing his toned chest all the way up his throat and chin. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?" She asked flirtatiously. A smirk spread on his lips, and he ran his thumbs down her sides.
"Perhaps," he whispered. She got off him, swinging her hips from side to side as she made her way to the bathroom door. She grabbed the frame, turning around one last time.
"What are you waiting for?" She questioned teasingly. She turned back, walking farther into the bathroom. She heard the rustle of sheets, and suddenly two arms wrapped around her waist from behind. They stood in front of the mirror, and she could see, and feel, him kissing her shoulder. He moved his hand up, cupping one of her breasts and covering the other with her arm.
He bit the skin between her neck and shoulder, and she gripped the counter for support. He looked into the mirror, and his eyes glinted with mischief. She felt his erection against her behind, and she automatically grinded against it.
He bit back a groan, literally. She gasped when his teeth tugged at her skin. "Come on," he muttered against it.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shower. He turned it on, the hot water scorching both of their bodies. She took the soap, sliding it slowly down his muscular back. He sucked in a breath as she traced a tattoo on his shoulder blade. Simple, sharp, black lines swirled around his skin, and her fingers followed.
She washed off his back, and he let out a breath. She moved in front of him for the water, and he traced her sides. When he arrived at her small wolf tattoo on her hip, he stopped.
"What's this?" He whispered.
"No pack. I fly solo," she mumbled.
He moved his lips to her earlobe. "Bummer, we would've made a great pair." She felt his grin in his tone, and she turned around.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her whole body flush against his. He looked in her eyes for a split second, before hungrily attacking her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head lower. He groaned against her lips, and she leaned into him. His hands roamed lower, grabbing her butt. She jumped a bit, and he grabbed her thighs, hoisted them up against his hips. He moved her against the wall.
He held her upper thighs, and that was the only thing holding her up. She gasped as he tugged at her bottom lip. She cupped his cheeks, bringing his face closer to hers. She moaned against his lips, and she felt him already aroused. He cupped her center, making her gasp. He slipped one finger in her, always keeping contact with her lips. When he pumped the second one in, she squirmed under his grip.
He moved to her neck, making her throw her head back in ecstasy. "Jace," she breathed out between moans. "T-take... m-me." He groaned in turn as she bucked her hips forwards to meet his. He pumped in and out all three fingers, and he felt her clamp her walls around them. She moaned loudly as she found her release, and she watched Jace take his fingers out, and one by one lick them clean. She tried to regain her breath as he tasted her.
Without waiting, he thrusted into her. She clamped her eyes shut as she grabbed onto his shoulders. Not letting her have time to settle, he pounded into her, earning scratch marks down his back. He grabbed her hips, slamming into her with every motion.
"F-fuck," she screamed. "J-Jace." He hit her spot every time, and she proceeded to biting his shoulder to stay quiet. She raked her nails up her back with pain and pleasure, probably making him bleed. He kept going, shaking both of them against the shower wall. Her moans and screams drowned the noise of the water running in the background. All the sexual tension that had been building up was shoved into sex, and not gently.
She was on the edge, and with the last grunt and slam into her, she lost it. She screamed as she found her release, and Jace followed shortly after. He leaned against her, both panting.
"Crap, crap, crap," Jace started muttering against her shoulder. "No condom."
"I'm on the pill," she mumbled through ragged breaths. He looked back up, and he kissed her shoulder.
"Nobody wants little Jaces running around." He chuckled, and she realized it was the only time he'd ever laughed genuinely.
He placed her back down, to her disappointment, and rubbed soap all over her. He peppered kisses all over her body.
She walked out, wrapping a very short towel around her. He wrapped one around his waist loosely, and it drooped dangerously low. Before leaving, while she brushed her hair, he said, "You have the day off."
He walked out, leaving her confused. She walked to her wardrobe, slipping on a black, waist lace, bodycon with dark red suede ankle strap heels. If she was going to be allowed to wear something else then her uniform, she would use it to her advantage.
She walked down the stairs, earning looks from surrounding bodyguards. It hurt every time she moved her legs, as they were sore.
As she arrived in the main entrance, she noticed Kaelie waiting there. She couldn't try harder to look like a hooker. She had a short red dress, a tight black cover up, pushing out her breasts. She had black fishnet stockings and black thigh boots. She didn't even dress classy.
She strutted over to Clary, her fake blonde hair moving in waves. "Do you know where Jace is?" She squeaked. Her voice was like nails against a chalkboard. The girl looked over her entire dress, and back at her simple makeup.
"Don't know," she responded. She seemed annoyed, the way she snapped her blood red nail polish covered fingers.
"Don't you work as a house cleaner? Why are you dressed like that?" She had a disgusted look on her face, and Clary could clearly see why Jace didn't like her.
"It's my day off." Kaelie huffed, walking away with her ugly heels stomping behind. Clary went to other way, towards the garage. She made eye contact with the bodyguard at its door, and he let her pass without a word.
She took out a Mercedes Benz SL550 convertible, slipping in it. She was going to do shopping of her own.
.w.W.w.
A knock at his office door interrupted his work. Keeping calm, trying not to give away his anticipation of Clarissa entering, he muttered an emotionless, "Come in."
Dressed in the most feminist-degrading clothes, Kaelie stood at her door, flirtatiously twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger. She strutted to his desk.
"Jacie," she mused. Her expression turned suddenly disgusted. "What's that?" She pointed to somewhere on his neck.
Honestly confused, he questioned, "What?" She grabbed something from her bag in fury, shoving a small mirror into his hand. He moved it to see his neck. A fresh rosy hickey was on his neck, and he couldn't stop the smirk from coming onto his lips.
Kaelie stomped loudly, the noise of her heels reverberating in the office. "Jacie!"
"I burned myself. It's nothing." She pouted in response.
"Jacie, if you're seeing another woman, then, this," she said, gesturing between the two of them. "Is over. I don't want to do that to you."
"I don't think this is working out very well, Kaelie. If you don't trust me with a burn, I can't trust you." He shrugged carelessly. She had a horrified look on her face. She yanked her mirror back.
"How can you be so cool about this? We've been together for five months! Five months wasted, Jacie!"
"Oh, well." She huffed, and stomped around. She hit his mug onto the ground in rage, and he sat back as he watched her run around angrily. She slammed a vase on the ground.
"Asshole! Fucker! Cheater! Liar!" She yelled, raising her octaves to shrieks. "Asshole! I loved you!" More like my money. She stomped out, slamming the door with all her force, which wasn't a lot.
He sighed in achievement, and brought his face in front of the bathroom's mirror, examining the hickey. He turned, noticing starting red lines, who disappeared underneath his shirt. He smirked.
She's fierce, that one. And he liked it. A lot.
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Sooo, super long lemon. I hope you liked it. Next time I'll make them shorter, unless there are requests for otherwise. Anyways, my updating schedule is completely random now. I gave up.
Anyways, I went to see Finding Dory. I died every time we saw baby Dory, my gawd. Probably one of my favorite animated movie. What about you? Favorite animated movie. Come at me.
Sorry for the size of this chapter, it was supposed to be longer, but I kinda dazed out at the end. Anyways, hope you liked it! Till next time! Xoxo
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