The next day, Clary would think about how unsafe it was that she got on the back of Jace's motorbike when she was definitely drunk, but that didn't cross her mind as they stumbled out of the club house. She didn't even ask Jace if he had been drinking, and that was usually one of the first things she checked, so that really spoke to how caught up she was in him and his atmosphere.
The cool, night air felt like heaven on her alcohol-warmed face.
When they got back to Jace's place, he pulled up outside the front door, and then he was getting off the bike without even waiting for her to get off first. Clary slid forward in the seat and let out a squeak as her hands came down unceremoniously on the leather in front of her, to try and steady herself. Jace took off his helmet and looked at her with dark eyes, but her fingers were a little slow and clumsy as she reached for the buckle of her own helmet. Jace pushed her fingers away, not really gently, and unbuckled the helmet himself. One of the good things about the way she had done her hair meant that, other than some hair escaping and being a little fuzzy, it had relatively stayed in place.
"Fuck," Jace hissed through his teeth as he looked her over. She was still on his bike, legs on either side, straddling the leather seat, skirt hitching up around her thighs, and he could feel his cock hardening in his jeans. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he muttered and then he was gripping her hips and lifting her off the bike. Clary let out a surprised noise, quickly wrapping her legs around his waist, circling her arms around his neck. Jace brought their lips together without wasting another moment.
His lips tasted like cigarettes and bourbon, and his tongue flicked against her mouth, barely giving her time to catch up before it was pushing into her mouth and he was walking toward the front door of the house. She knew he was opening the door and she vaguely wondered if he had left it unlocked, but then he was biting at her lower lip and his hands were tight on her ass and they were moving quickly down the hallway toward the bedroom, and so she wasn't paying much attention to anything other than his hands and mouth.
Oh, and the feeling of his cock hard that was pressed against her ass.
Jace got to the bedroom and when they got to the bed, he dropped her down, immediately crowding her with his body, pressing her down into the mattress. Her legs were hanging over the edge and he only had one knee on the bed, while the other was still straightened and supporting his weight on the ground, but he really didn't pay much attention to that right now.
"I've wanted to rip this dress off you since I first saw you in it," Jace admitted as their lips broke apart and his mouth brushed over her cheek and then found her ear, his tongue flicking out at the shell and making her shiver.
"You..." Clary's word was hardly more than a croak, and she struggled to swallow and wet her lips before attempting again. "You rip this dress and I'll break your nose," she managed to get out, although her words were threatening in the slightest, and Jace couldn't obviously hear that, because he let out a short huff of laughter for his mouth found her neck, and he bit down. "Shit!" Clary cried out, her back beginning to arch, pressing up against Jace. His tongue laved at her neck, his teeth worrying the skin, and her toes curled in the boots that she was wearing.
"I'd like to see you try," Jace jibed gently before shifting further down the bed, kissing her collarbone and nipping at it, before licking further down, over her cleavage. Clary's breathing was coming out in short gasps as his hands burnt her through her dress, grasping at her hips, and then finding the hem of the skirt and pushing it up. Clary lifted her hips and then her back, half sitting up, so that he could pull the dress over her head, and then he threw it away and stared down at her, taking in her body in the moonlight that was coming through the window. She wasn't wearing a bra under the dress, so she was only left in her underwear and ankle boots.
His eyes raked over her, taking in her figure, and the heat was glowing in his gaze and he began undressing.
Clary's breathing got faster as he kicked off his shoes then gripped at his leather jacket. Other than his leather jacket, which he laid on the dresser, his clothes piled on the floor, joining where he had thrown her dress. His cock was hard, curved up toward his stomach, and Clary felt a flutter of anticipation inside. He dropped to his knees in front of her and Clary wanted to pull herself upward, to look down at what he was doing, but when she felt his mouth on her knee, moving up her inner thigh, it felt like her body was melting into a puddle and there was no way she would sit up.
He took off her boots and the socks she was wearing, and then he grabbed at her underwear. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to rip them, but then he remembered her annoyance the last time he did that, so he just pulled them roughly down her legs, scraping over her thighs before they loosened around her knees and he threw them away.
Clary let out a muffled scream when he pushed her legs apart and put his mouth on her. It was even better than the first time, and he sucked her clit between his lips and shifted his hand so that it was under his chin, and he curved a finger into her.
"Fuck!" Clary cried out, her body tensing and jerking as he pumped his finger in and out of her a couple of times before sliding in another one. His fingers were curving upward and stroking the inside of her with expertise that Jordan had never managed, and it didn't take long before she felt herself coming. He didn't stop, though, continuing to lick and suck at her, fingers pumping into her and making her come again and again. She could feel the duvet cover was wet underneath her, but Jace apparently didn't care at all, because he just kept going. Her legs were shaking and her fingers were clawed, grabbing at the cover underneath her as she felt another orgasm wash over her. Jace slowly withdraw his fingers, wiping them on the cover, and then wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
She could still see a glisten on his lips.
Her on his lips.
That was almost enough to make her come again.
"Come on, sweet thing," Jace's voice was rough, grabbing her forearm and pulling her up until she was sitting, the braids a lot messier than they had been before, from her thrashing her head around on the bed. "I want that mouth around my cock." Clary felt her skin tighten at that comment and she felt heat begin to swirl even moreso in her stomach.
Jace's cock was bigger than Jordan, and Jordan's had been the only one that she had ever sucked off before. She took in a deep breath as she braced one hand against his thigh, the other circling around the base of him and then licked the head. Jace let out a groan above her, which encouraged Clary on. She sucked the head into her mouth and then began licking around the shaft. She moved her hand at the base up to meet her mouth, taking in as much of him as she could. Jace's breathing was laboured, an occasional moan making it's way up his throat, and after a few minutes, he put his hand on the back of her neck.
Clary was worried for a moment, knowing what he was doing as he put pressure on the back of her head, but then her nipples tightened as she felt the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She forced her jaw to relax, making sure to keep her lips folded over her teeth, and she let him fuck into her mouth. Jace's groans got louder and his grip on her hair was so tight she could feel her hair protesting as it was pulled at her scalp, but despite the fact that she could feel her eyes beginning to water from the constant pressure on the back of her throat, but the way that Jace was sounding, it made the slight pain worth it. Plus, there was something about the pain that was making goosebumps break out over her skin.
"Shit," Jace growled pulling tightly at her hair so that she leaned back, away from him. "Back up," he told her, giving her a bit of a push on one shoulder. Clary quickly scooted up the bed until she could flop back on the pillows. Jace picked up his jeans and pulled something out—a condom. He rolled it on and then got onto the bed, on his knees. He grabbed her ankle, giving it a tug, and then easily rolled her over, so that she was laying on her stomach. "On your hands and knees."
"I—" Clary felt apprehension in her bones. She had only been in that position once, and it made her feel vulnerable and a bit self conscious. Jace leaned forward, pressing a hard kiss to her shoulder and then biting down. Heat spiked through her as he ran his hand down her back, down her spine, fingers slipping between her ass cheeks and then further down, between her legs and toward her cunt. Clary let out a short breath as she felt his fingers in her again, swirling through her wetness. Then he pulled back and was jerking her hips up, so that she was on her knees, and it was up to her whether she propped herself up on her hands or not.
So she did.
The low growl that Jace let out told her he enjoyed the view, her ass in the air, back arched, braids over her shoulders and she sucked in a sharp breath.
One hand gripped her ass, fingers pressing in hard, while the other reached forward to grip one of her braids, tugging at it until she tipped her head back. And then he shoved into her, and Clary let out a choked out sound as her body seized up at the intrusion. He set a relentless pace that had his thighs slapping against the back of her legs and her head prickling a little at the feeling of one of her braids being pulled tightly. The hand that was on her ass moved, sliding underneath her and playing with her clit. Her body tightened and she could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. His fingers were wet with her arousal and as he pulled away, dragging his hand over her hip and ass, she could feel trails of the dampness spreading, trailing over her skin. She felt two of his fingers brushing down the crease of her ass, and then suddenly he was pushing the tip of a wet fingertip against her hole.
"Yeah?" Jace's voice was gruff, but he didn't move his finger anymore, waiting for her reply. Clary blinked, knowing what he was going to do in the back of her mind and not entirely sure how she felt about it, but nodding, because everything else had felt ridiculously good up until this point and she kind of trusted that he would keep doing that.
"Yeah,"she mumbled, and he pressed his finger in slowly. Clary let out a loud noise, her body jolting forward, and she tightened around Jace. Jace's finger moved inside of her, and it was an unusual feeling that she hadn't felt before, but it wasn't unpleasant.
Jace thrust a few more times, the grip on her braid getting stronger, and then he let out a short moan as he came. She expected him to pull out, but he left one finger in her ass, his dick buried inside her and the hand that was holding her hair let go and wrapped under her, circling around her clit until she was coming again. Her body slumped forward, not able to hold her weight on her arms and legs anymore. She heard Jace moving around behind her, probably getting rid of the condom, and she idly thought that she would need to get cleaned up.
But then he was curling around her and Clary fell asleep instantly.
Heya, lovelies. Hope you enjoyed it. Be safe and kind.