"Tell me what you want, Clary..."
The words floated around her, caressing her like the wind as she twisted in the darkness, breezing over her skin and making her shiver. She couldn't see him, but she could feel him everywhere.
"Jace?" she cried out, longing for a solid touch on her skin, the teasing whispers too soft, too gentle to ground her; she was going crazy...
"Jace, where are you?" she whimpered, jumping suddenly when she felt his hands in her hair, nearly sobbing in relief as she eagerly leaned into the touch.
"Tell me what you want..." he whispered again, and then suddenly, his hands were everywhere at once, massaging her scalp, caressing her back, pinching her nipples, rubbing between her legs; She moaned and writhed against his hold, the touches overwhelming as she tried to catch her breath.
"Jace! Please!" she begged, not really sure what she was asking for as her senses were flooded.
"Tell me what you want," she heard again, the words muffled this time, distant. She looked around frantically, to no avail; everything was dark. The hands continued their slow assault on her body, working her up to a fever pitch until she was desperate for release...
Clary jerked awake with a gasp, immediately going still as her mind booted up, trying to remember where she was. She sat up quickly when she realized she was in Jace's room, no, on Jace's bed, using his chest as a pillow.
"You okay?"
Clary jerked her head up when Jace spoke, trying not to focus on how cute his bed head looked. She flushed as she remembered the dream she'd been having.
"Nightmare," she lied quickly, not making eye contact.
Jace grunted in response, flopping back down against the mattress.
"Wanna talk about it?"
She shook her head, swallowing hard as she registered the burning arousal still throbbing between her legs. She shifted to get off the bed but Jace moved faster, curling his arm around her waist and pulling her against his chest. She stiffened as his nose grazed the back of her neck.
"What are you doing?" she whispered haltingly.
"Cuddling," Jace mumbled. "You didn't mind earlier..."
"I don't mind," she said quickly, cheeks burning.
"Good," Jace hummed, sounding pleased.
Clary settled her head on the pillow and tried to slow her breathing. Her crush on her best friend wasn't new, neither were the sex dreams about him, but until now she'd managed to keep them under control. She'd fallen asleep in Jace's room last night after they'd stayed up late talking, as they often did. But Clary had never woken up from one of those dreams with Jace, she'd always been alone in her room, free to slip her hand under the covers and work her fingers between her legs until she could sleep again. Now, with the subject of her wet dream wrapped so tightly around her, Clary's imagination was running wild; what it'd be like if she could muster up the courage to push her hips back against his, or to turn in his arms and kiss him, running her hands under his shirt, over his abs...
"Jesus, will you chill? You're squirming like crazy..." he muttered, sounding amused.
Clary froze, not realizing she'd been moving.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked, worried.
"It's not like that," Clary sighed, exasperated. "It's not you, I'm just a bit wound up..."
"Yeah, no shit..." Jace snorted as she turned to glare at him. He stared back unflinchingly until her gaze dropped.
"I wasn't actually having a nightmare," she said softly as her cheeks burned, still not meeting his eyes, keeping them trained on the ceiling.
"I already knew that," Jace admitted, a small smile on his lips as he recalled the sounds she'd been making in her sleep; she definitely hadn't sounded scared.
Her head snapped up to look at him, her eyes wide.
"How?" she asked haltingly, biting her lip.
"You were... whimpering," he explained, smirking slightly.
She groaned and dropped her head back on the pillows, hiding her face in her hands.
"Shit," she sighed, slightly muffled by her palms.
Jace laughed and tugged her hands away.
"Don't be embarrassed, it was hot," he assured her.
She snorted and slapped at his arm.
"I'm sure it was, now if you'll excuse me," she deadpanned as she sat up and scooted toward the edge of the bed.
"Oh, come on, Clare, don't go. I mean it, you don't have to be embarrassed."
Clary paused as he sat up and caught her wrist.
"Embarrassment isn't my deciding factor right now," she admitted, looking back at him.
Jace smirked, understanding perfectly.
"You're horny," he chuckled, tracing her wrist gently with his thumb.
Clary flushed and pulled her hand away; Jace bit back a laugh.
"I'm... flustered," Clary hedged.
Jace let out a full laugh at that, looping his arm around her waist and tugging her closer so she was sitting between his legs. She let out a startled yelp, flushing deeper as his chest pressed against her back and his hand rested on her stomach.
"You're horny," he repeated, his hot breath on her neck making her shiver.
"Yeah, well, you're not helping," she snapped half-heartedly, her eyes fluttering shut as his teeth traced her ear.
"I could," she could practically hear the smirk in his voice as the hand on her stomach moved slowly, his fingers dipping under her waistband. "Help, that is..."
Clary's breath hitched as his teeth moved to her neck, squeezing the tender flesh gently. Her hips jerked forward and Jace hummed before continuing his hand's trail down, slipping one finger between her swollen lips and sighing at how wet she was. His other hand fumbled with the hem of her shirt, pushing it up under her arms so her breasts were exposed. Clary flushed, feeling incredibly vulnerable as she whimpered and squirmed, her breath hitching again when her movements caused his finger to brush over her clit.
"Jace," she hissed as he did it again, purposefully applying light, flickering touches that made her eyes roll back in her head.
"Clary... Tell me what you want..." Jace whispered against her neck.
Clary's head felt foggy, buzzing with arousal as Jace spoke the words from her dream. She opened her mouth to speak but all she could manage was a stuttering moan.
"Clary..." Jace slowed his fingers before removing his hand from her core. Clary made a complaining noise in the back of her throat as she tilted her head to look at him.
"I need you to tell me if this is okay, Clary," he said quietly, his eyes nervous. "If you don't want me to..."
"I want you to," Clary interrupted hastily, meeting his eyes pleadingly. "Please don't stop..."
Jace huffed out a relieved sigh before leaning down and sealing her lips with his, slipping his tongue past her teeth and swallowing the moans coming from Clary's throat. His hand fisted a bunch of the fabric at her hip and he tugged savagely at it, tearing his mouth away from hers to growl,
"Take these off."
She quickly obeyed, pushing the pajama pants over her hips and knees and kicking them off her ankles. She settled back against his chest, lifting her arms as Jace tugged her shirt over her head before pulling her closer by the waist and dipping his fingers back between her legs. She groaned and turned her face towards his chest, panting heavily as her hand came up to fist in his t-shirt. Jace stroked her clit gently but constantly, the slow build both exquisite and excruciating. Before long, she was gasping and shivering in his arms.
"Shit, Jace," she whimpered, one hand gripping his knee while the other was busy pinching and pulling at her nipple. Her thighs trembled with the strain of staying open as his finger traced tight circles over her clit.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her hand dropping from her chest down to his other knee, bracing herself as her back tensed. "Shit, Jace, I'm gonna come..."
Her head dropped back against his shoulder as she moaned, her back arching as the wave inside her crested higher and higher...until it stopped.
The feeling of his fingers leaving her right as she was about to come was indescribable. Her hips jerked violently as his hands moved to hold her thighs open, her torso lurched forward and her grip on his knees tightened as a choked cry ripped from her throat. A split second of sensation, yet it lingered, the sudden loss of contact leaving her gasping and writhing as she fell back against his chest, her lungs heaving.
"Why?" she sobbed, her hips still moving without her consent, desperately searching for relief.
"Do you trust me?" Jace whispered, not trusting his voice to be steady after witnessing the display of passion Clary had just put on. Angel, she was gorgeous...
"I did until you did that!" Clary whined.
Jace chuckled, shifting backward and turning Clary so she was on her back and he was hovering over her on his knees. Slowly, he kissed his way down her throat, chest, and stomach, lingering for a moment over her throbbing mound, exhaling heavily over her wet skin.
"Jace," she whined, squirming as he teased her. "I wanna come," she pouted.
Jace chuckled as he made his way back up her body just as slow, pausing to bite gently along her collarbone and throat until they were face to face again. He smiled teasingly and nudged her nose with his.
"Patience," he whispered against her lips, gently kissing her once before moving his hand back between her legs and pushing two fingers into her aching hole.
"Ohh my god," Clary gasped, her back arching as she was suddenly full, clutching Jace's free arm next to her head as he roughly finger fucked her, moans and cries of delight falling from her lips.
Jace couldn't help but fall over her, blanketing her small figure with his as his hand continued to pump into her. Their lips met in a frenzied, passionate kiss as Clary's hands pushed under his t-shirt, moaning as she pressed her fingers hard against his six-pack. Jace, in turn, tangled his free hand in the mass of red curls that had long since fallen out of the braid she'd gone to bed in.
"Jace," she gasped as she broke their mouths apart, moaning and arching her back as he found her g-spot and lingered there, rubbing slowly with his fingers as his mouth moved to her neck.
"Jace, fuck me..." she whimpered.
Jace blinked, stunned, as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her, relishing the way she tightened around them slightly as he did.
"Please..." she continued softly, her body trembling with need. "Jace, please, I need you..."
Her hand reached out to touch his knee and the small touch was enough to shake Jace out of his stupor, quickly pulling his shirt over his head before falling back over her and pressing their lips together once again. He kissed her harshly, biting and sucking on her tongue as his hands traveled down her front, pinching and pulling at her nipples the way he'd seen her doing earlier before replacing his hands with his mouth, repeating the same treatment he'd given her lips and tongue on her breasts.
"Fuck, I wanna come..." she groaned, arching her back to press herself closer to him.
"I was making you come before you stopped me," he reminded her, raising one eyebrow teasingly as he went back to feasting on her nipples.
"I wanna come on your cock," she clarified in a soft whimper, nearly making Jace explode in his pants.
"Shit, Clare..." he growled as he leaned up to kiss her roughly, grinding his aching cock against her hip before pulling back with a gasp.
"You're sure?" he checked, his chest heaving.
"Yes," she nodded wildly, reaching down to push his sweatpants off his hips. He helped her discard the offending garment before gripping her hips and lining himself up.
"Shit," he groaned loudly as he pushed into her, her tight heat enveloping him and making him dizzy. The sounds she made as she writhed underneath him weren't helping, either.
Clary gasped for breath as she clutched Jace's shoulders tightly. She was so wound up she was amazed Jace hadn't made her come just by entering her.
"Oh my god," she whimpered shakily, trying to calm her pounding heart.
"Nope, just me," Jace whispered with a cocky smirk.
Clary rolled her eyes but before she could say anything, Jace was thrusting into her hard and fast, stealing her breath.
"Fuck," she managed shakily as her eyes rolled back, gripping Jace's strong back as tight as she could. This was more incredible than she'd ever thought it would be.
"Clary," he bit out roughly, meeting her blazing eyes. He could tell she was close.
Shifting his center of balance, he hooked his arm under Clary's leg, propping it over his shoulder and leaning down, making her gasp at the stretch. She threw her head back with a short cry as he began thrusting again, hitting her g-spot with every stroke.
"Come on, baby," he grunted, bringing his free hand down to strum at her clit.
Clary's back arched violently as she came with a scream, her muscles tightening and spasming around him maddeningly as he fought to hold off his own climax.
Clary's breath came in heaving gasps as she floated down from her orgasm, her fists clenching the sheets at her sides as her eyes fluttered open, meeting Jace's warm gaze above her.
"There's my girl," he said softly, a small smile on his full lips as he brushed her hair out of her face.
Clary felt her insides tingle at Jace calling her his girl as she tried to get her bearings, her head still fuzzy from her orgasm. Shaking her head slightly, she tried to sit up, only to realize that Jace was still inside her.
"You... you didn't..." she looked up at him with wide eyes, confused.
"Who said we were done here?" he said with a smirk before swooping down and capturing her lips once again.