Hey, guys! Just a quick heads up that I'm not sure if there will be two updates for every story next month, like there has been for the past couple months, we'll just see how it goes. Working a lot at the moment and my husband and I are doing renovations on our home and just general busy life stuff, so don't have a lot of free time right now x

"What are you doing?!" Clary's voice came out louder this time, her chest tightening as Jace's hands slid up her legs, spreading over her thighs underneath the skirt and giving them a squeeze that made her stomach flip over.

"I'm pretty sure it's obvious what I'm doing," Jace smirked up at her from between her legs. The railing was at a perfect height for him, so with her sitting on top of the metal bar and him kneeling on the sandy deck, his head was just above her knees.

"I-I haven't showered and I j-just had cheerleading," Clary was absolutely horrified by the way that she was stuttering, but his fingers were still tight around her thighs, his thumbs gently rubbing closer and closer toward her upper thighs, getting closer to the apex of her legs. Jace raised an eyebrow at her, looking amused.

"I watched. You barely broke a sweat. That's a weak excuse," he answered, his voice getting quieter, deeper. Clary shivered and her stomach flip-flopped. Her whole body jerked at the first touch of his thumb against her the outside of her panties, so softly that she could barely feel it, but she definitely did. "Tell me to stop, and I'll stop," Jace was staring up at her with molten gold eyes and Clary felt as though she couldn't breathe.

"Anyone could see us here," she managed to whisper, eyes flicking around, and Jace let out a dark chuckle. She was really clutching at straws there, because the beach looked practically deserted and they were well hidden by the shadows of the life guard shack.

"Another weak excuse," he said to her and his fingers kept moving upward and she jerked again, almost so violently that she tipped herself backwards over the railing. Jace's hands shifted around with lightning fast reflexes and anchored her waist, keeping her steady, one hand on her ass and the other on her hip. They had moved without coming up from underneath her skirt, so the action had pulled her skirt up and the grey and pink underwear that she was wearing under were on full display.

"I..." Clary took in a shaky breath as she steadied herself on top of the railing and Jace's fingers began playing along the pink lace at the top of her underwear.

"Tell me to stop..." Jace had shifted in closer and she could feel his hot breath against her knee. "And I'll stop." Clary finally looked down at him—properly—and saw the devilish expression on his face. He licked his lips slowly and Clary's stomach tightened so much so that she felt as though she was going to throw up. "Tell me to stop, and I'll stop," he repeated softly, eyes sharp. Clary swallowed hard and after a long moment, she jerked her head in a nod of consent. He watched her for a minute more, waiting for her to say something further, waiting for her to back out, but when all she did was breathe shakily, his fingers curled inward at lace on the sides of the underwear and ripped them without a second thought.

"Shit!" She squeaked out as the front of her underwear and she felt herself become exposed to the night air, given her skirt was already pushed up. Jace leaned forward and he dropped a wet kiss to her inner thigh, making her stomach twist again and then he began pressing more kisses up her leg. Her heart was pounding in her chest and there was a knot in the pit of her stomach that was clenching so tight that it was making it hard for her to breathe. Jace's mouth moved quickly up her thigh, leaving a wet trail that was cooled by the night air and she could feel him getting closer and closer to the middle of her legs.

Then his tongue firmly pressed between her lower lips and Clary's body nearly flipped off the railing for a second time.

Jace seemed more readily prepared this time, gripping her hips tightly as his mouth continued his onslaught. His tongue licked from the bottom of her slit right up to the top, not hesitating for one second as Clary's chest heaved up and down, her body feeling unsteady at his very skilled assault on her pussy.

"Oh, god," Clary managed to breathe out, her words shaking and her whole body feeling as though it was slowly dissolving, starting at her thighs and then spreading outwards, up her stomach and down her legs. Her toes were curling in her sneakers and her fingers were tightening around the metal railing underneath her. The tip of his tongue dipped into her hole, curled into a point, and he pressed into her, making her spine stiffen again. She could feel her juices spilling out of her and down her thighs and through the thin material of her skirt that was tucked underneath her. She was shivering, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the breeze that was blowing around them. She could feel her orgasm coming quickly, and her feet scrabbled for purchase underneath her, finding the second metal bar just a little further down and pushing her feet off it, rolling her hips forward, toward his mouth.

Even in her cloudy mind, Clary was a bit worried that it might scare Jace off, but it just made him lick and suck with more vigor. She could feel him lapping at her as though it was the best thing he had ever tasted and her whole body felt so tight that it was just going to take a few more tweaks before she completely spun out. His grip on her hips were tight, only allowing her to make the smallest of movements upward, and Clary was trying to concentrate on keeping quiet, even though whimpers and moans kept crawling up her throat and trying to escape.

"Shit," Clary whined out as her orgasm threatened to spill over, and her stomach knotted so tight that she sucked in as much air as she could, knowing that it was only going to be seconds. Jace shifted his assault at the last minute, giving her one last lick with the flat of his tongue before his lips secured around her clit. "Fuck!" Clary cried out, no longer worried stopping herself from making too much noise, one of her hands going to his hair and tangling itself in the golden strands. She wasn't too sure how hard she was pulling as she came, her whole body shaking, but Jace didn't try and push her away. Her whole body was vibrating and her knuckles were white, one hand clenched around the railing beside her and the other knotted in Jace's hair. As she felt herself coming down from her high, she loosened her grip on Jace's hair, taking in a few deep breaths.

Jace didn't say anything as he straightened up, wiping his hand over his face, but there was a knowing smirk on his face and a twinkle in his golden eyes. Clary wanted to snap at him to get that look off his face, but she really didn't have a leg to stand on morality wise, given she was there with her pussy on show for anyone who walked past and her body still shaking from the intense orgasm that had just rushed over her.

Jace got off the ground and to his feet and then shrugged out of his jacket. For a moment, she thought that he was going to hand the jacket over to her, but he just carefully laid it over the railing beside her before whipping off the shirt that he was wearing and then holding it out in her direction. Clary assumed that it was for her to clean up with, but that was too embarrassing for her to do in front of him—that wasn't even something that she did in front of Jordan—so she just slipped off the railing and balanced herself on unsteady legs before wrapping the long arms of the henley around her waist. She smoothed out her skirt as best she could, and with the henley wrapped around her as well, the wet spot on her skirt was hidden, and no one would be able to tell that she didn't have any underwear on.

"You good?" Jace asked her, that amused smirk still fixed on his face and Clary narrowed her eyes at him now that she was feeling a little more herself again, with her skirt covering her up.

"I'm fine," she muttered as he picked up his jacket and slipped it back on. He had been wearing a dark coloured wife beater underneath, so he wasn't completely shirtless other than the leather jacket, which she would have appreciated. Instead, she lowered her eyes down to his crotch and gritted her teeth together. He was hard in his jeans—obviously so—and Clary took in a short breath through her nose. "Did you want some help with that?" Despite everything that had just happened, it was only at that point that she felt her cheeks go red, blushing with embarrassment.

"I'm good," Jace shrugged it off before holding out his hand for hers. Clary eyed it for a moment, and obviously her hesitation was a moment too long for him, because he let out a huff and then rolled his eyes and snatched up her hand, tugging her to him. Then his lips came down on hers, completely taking her by surprise. Clary could taste herself on Jace's lips and usually that had her pulling back and wiping her mouth in disgust, but Jace really didn't allow that to be an option. His tongue probed at her lips, giving her a second to catch up before he was pushing past her lips and into her mouth.

Clary's body went rigid, jerking in his arms, but he kept on kissing her, insistent and skilled and her knees locked up. His tongue demanded hers to return it's motion and he searched out the inside of her mouth just like he had been eating her out; like it was the best damn thing he had tasted. When he finally pulled back, Clary was breathing hard and her pupils were blown wide as she stared up at him.

"Come home with me," Jace told her. Maybe it was meant to be a question, but it really didn't sound like it. Clary continued to stare up at him, trying to gather her thoughts. For once, he actually gave her a moment to breathe and catch up with what was happening around her. She swallowed hard and finally managed to get herself together.

"I w-want to go home," she responded. Her voice wasn't quite as steady as she wanted it to be, but she was going to have to be happy with what she had.

"You sure about that?" Jace cocked his head to the side. "I can promise you a lot more orgasms like that one." There was a self assured smirk on his face and he clearly knew that he was good at what he had done. That just made Clary all the more confident to go home.

She couldn't believe what she had just done.

And with some biker that she didn't even know. She'd only had sex with two other people, and both of them had been boys that at least she had known the last name of.

"I want to go home," she repeated, her voice firmer this time. She had hoped that Jace's smile might falter a bit, seeing that he didn't have complete control of her mind and body, despite the fact that she had just given it up for him like a cheap whore, right in the middle of a beach where anyone could have seen or heard them. But it didn't. He just kept on grinning at her like he knew every thought that was going through her head, and like he knew that that was the best orgasm that she'd ever had.

"Alright, sweet thing. I'll take you home," he smirked and lead the way down the steps, back onto the sand, Clary following tentatively behind him.

Songs that I recommend are Die A Little by Yungblud, Teeth by 5SOS, Love Myself by Olivia O'Brien and Middle Finger by Bohnes, all of which have just been on repeat for the past week or so. Also, my husband is completely obsessed with Motivation by Normani and Slide Away by Miley Cyrus, so I've been hearing those a lot recently as well. Lol.

I've been fighting this cold/flu/virus things for moooonths now, and I took a day off work coz it hit hard and I was feeling sorry for myself and I just spent it watching fluffy movies that make me happy. Haha. Footloose, the original one, of course, even though I don't mind the new one. A Cinderella Story, Ever After, Raise Your Voice, Centre Stage: Turn It Up, What A Girl Wants, The Prince & Me, 13 Going On 30 and High School Musical so those are my recommendations!

Okay, so questions—how many of you guys are planning on getting Disney+? Haha. It's just been announced that it will be getting released in New Zealand, which we were worried it wouldn't be because so many streaming services aren't. But it's gonna be here in November and me and my partner are psyched! Haha.

Is everyone else heartbroken about the Sony/Marvel breakdown? Honestly, my heart goes out to Tom Holland the most, because he has done such an incredible job. There's always going to be a special place in my heart for the OG Spiderman, but there's just something about Tom's version, he was fucking amazing and had so much heart, and I'm just so upset that there isn't going to be more of him in this verse. He seemed so heart broken at D23. Poor baby :(

Last one! Anyone watch performances at the VMAs? I honestly kind of think the VMAs/Oscars/The Golden Globes yadda yadda yadda are pretty bullshit, pretty biased, so I don't pay too much attention to the nominations and the winners, but I live for the outfits and the, like, two or three performances from artists I like. Lizzo and Missy Elliott were fucking amazing, and I screamed when Alyson Stoner came out on stage. Miley Cyrus' performance was totally heart breaking, so fucking good. And Halsey and Jonathan Van Ness were my stand out outfits! Oh also—Joe and Nick Jonas and Sophie Turner's reactions to Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes not kissing in their set was fucking hilarious. Let's face it, I think anything involving Sophie is hilarious—did you guys see her pasta related Instagram story? Ahahahaha. She's amazing.

Drop a review, let me know what you think, love you lots x