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(Liliana Vess)

I'm sitting in my room, procrastinating. Josu will be headed to Sorin and Kaalia's for the weekend, but I'm staying here, because somehow I have to pass this calculus course this semester. If I don't, I'm suspended from culinary school indefinitely; I'll only be reinstated when I pass it. It's the only course holding me back. I've been done with every other course for my diploma for over a year, it's just this math class. This is also the third time I've taken this course. Dad fucking made me, of course. I've tried my damndest to convince him to let me take probability and statistics, anything for that last math credit. But no, he's hell bent on me majoring in engineering like Josu or going to medical school, neither of which appeals to me in the least. Me being in culinary arts hasn't went over all that well either, and this is Dad's way of making me quit, I guess.

I glance out my window and see Josu and Jace wrapping up a game of soccer. Since that day, we've been cordial to each other, and we always speak, but things have gotten even more tense. Every brush of a hand has me thinking about how it would feel as it braced my hips from behind. Now, he's down there covered in grass and sweat, his black hair strewn everywhere. His chest is glistening, and it's hot, instead of repulsive like it would have been with anyone else. I shake my head before my brain can go down this path again. There have been many times, many nights, when I wished I had let him take me that day in the bathroom. I can feel the pull begin in my lower regions and I groan audibly. The thought of him spreading me is more tantalizing that it should be, because I'm supposed to look at him the same way I do Josu, and that is not only impossible, it is laughable at this moment in time. The fact that I can't have him makes him that much more tempting. I've never met a guy that I couldn't have begging within a few minutes.. But that's just it. There is something about him, maybe his almost annoying arrogance, maybe the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he laughs. Maybe it's because he's untouchable.

I can only imagine the look on my father's face if we became anything more than what we are now. My already minimal amount of self-restraint has been working overdrive because of these feelings that consume me. Sometimes, I catch his eyes on me, taking me in. I wish I could figure out what's going on in his head. The glances across the bathroom, the brushes across my knee or wrist at dinner. The way his eyes hungrily rake across my body every time he gets a moment with me to himself. Little gestures that could be seen as little more than being friendly under most circumstances, but are amped up because of the other day. Actions that are so much more than just what people can see. I try to turn my mind back to calculus, but it's no use. I got back on the train of thought that I knew would be the death of me. I hear him coming up the stairs, a feeling curling low in my belly. How much longer would I be able to deny myself? I should probably shut the door so I can get my homework done, but I don't have the control to do it right now. Absentmindedly, I turn the page of the math textbook, only to reveal a new formula and fifteen practice problems. Frustrated, I throw the calculus book across the room, and it slides across the bathroom floor. I grumble, already regretting the fit of rage. I walk in, and lo and behold, Jace is standing in there in his boxers. I start to grow red in the face and bend to pick the math book up, brushing my hair across his midsection. I feel him tense, drag in a sharp breath of air and exhale, a strong moan on his lips.

"Something wrong?"

"No, nothing at all."

I can see him fighting arousal, literally willing himself not to get hard, and I choke back a laugh. Thinking of earlier when I felt the fire start to burn.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing, I just needed my calculus book."

"Why'd you throw it?"

"Just frustrated, I've taken it htree times and can't seem to pass it, I just flat out don't understand it," I admit, slightly embarrassed.

"If you'll let me shower, I'll come help you. I was that kid who did calculus for fun."

"Geeze- what a geek."

"Coming from the girl that has a shrine to the Gotham City Sirens in her room."

"How do you even know that?"

"I pay attention. You leave the door open a lot. Like all the time."

"Do you mind or something?"

"There's a reason I don't close mine either."

"And why is that, Jace? Do you like what you see or something?"

"I don't know, I haven't exactly seen it all," his eyes flick over my body in a way that I didn't know could make me fight my own arousal.

"Maybe you will. You never know."

"Ugh, why exactly do you do this to me, woman?"

"What?" I say, infusing as much innocence as I can into my voice.

"Get out so I can shower, and I'll help you with your homework."

"Awh, am I not invited to join in on the fun? Well, try not to think about me too much." I place a hand on his abdominals and then turn to walk away, purposely letting the calculus book slip out of my hands. Jace releases throaty groan.

"Can you not, Lili?"

"My name is Liliana, and stop pretending you don't want it, that you won't be thinking about it when you go to get that down," I say, sparing him a glance. "Don't give yourself carpal tunnel!"

"You think you're cute, don't you?"

I leave him to it, hearing the water start, thinking about him being soapy and very naked does nothing to calm the fire in me. I work my way through the first part of the problems there on the page, to no avail. Frustrated already, I pull up my usual website for time wasting, and watch the minutes tick by. Hopefully, I can go a few days without getting into a fight with one of the social justice idiots on this website, because the dumb is strong within them. About twenty minutes have passed when Jace walks into my room, clothed in a pair of loose basketball shorts and a tank top when Josu pokes his head into my room.

"I'm leaving, let me know if you need anything and I'll text you when I get there, okay?"

"Tell Lia and Sorin that I love them. Be careful. Love you, Su."

"Love you too, Lili. Ty is headed to Mom's for the next two weeks, so you don't have to worry about him tonight. Bye, Jace."

It's not two minutes before Dad and Kate poke their heads in to tell us that they're going to eat and ask if we want anything.

"No, I'll make sure we don't starve because Jace is going to help me pass calculus this time."

"Good," Dad grunts. Kate smiles at us and I smile sweetly back at the pair of them, and they close the door.

"Asshole, goddamn."

"What's up?"

"I'm still mad at him for having to move, and him making me take this fucking class again, though, right now, they both seem to have their advantages."

"You say I'm foward, but here you are- I'm an advantage. I barely know you."

"Would you like to?"

"Of course," I cut him off.

"I'm not hard to talk to, I don't think."

"You really are."

"Why do you say that?"

"You command attention when you speak. You're graceful and regal and my eyes can't help but wander, you're so intriguing. I don't know, something about you is so damn tempting. I want you. It's like this insatiable appetite has taken over my brain and all of my senses, because I've been thinking of nothing but exploring your body since that day two weeks ago."

"Ugh!"

"What?"

"How exactly am I supposed to concentrate when you're saying those things, Jace?"

He shrugs like it wasn't a big deal. He needs to know that it is.

"You're so shy but so sure of yourself. Why?"

"I've learned not to speak unless I have something really importatnt to say. Most of the time, I was overrun by Kal or the girls so I kinda learned to shut up. Thinking about what I say makes me more confident in my words, I guess."

"I understand. Being the middle child and the only girl of an old-fashioned, Catholic father makes you choose words carefully, too. But I like listening to you talk. Maybe it is because you're thoughtful. You're interesting."

"If that's what you think, then I'm not going to disabuse that thought. Let me show you how to do this."

A couple of hours and thirty math problems later, Jace gets up and stretches out his back muscles.

"Hungry?" I ask.

"Yeah, want to go get something?"

"Nah, I was gonna make us something. I'm picky and I don't like to eat out very often."

"Okay. What do you want, then?"

"We can head over to Whole Foods and grab some stuff, just tell me what you want."

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I want."

The static in the room changes. I can feel it. Jace can feel it. It's time to act or let it go.

"And what would that be, sir?" I put my hand on his arm and slowly drag my fingers from his wrist to his shoulders, he groans, but tries to shake it off. The fire that was making a home in my belly earlier starts to spread throughout my body like a venom, like a poison.

His breath is staccato on his lips, I put my hand underneath his shirt, his heart rapidfire beating against my palm. He puts his hand against the small of my back, sparks flying between the pair of us. Before either of us can speak or even think, his lips are on mine, his mouth overtaking every other feeling. He's not gentle when he crushes my hips to his, his very apparent arousal grinding against my lower half. One of his hands braids itself into my hair and the other slips from the small of my back to lower and when his hand lands hard on my backside, it causes me to squeak, which just spurs him on.

My hands fall from his chest to the drawstring of the basketball shorts. Nothing more than a glance and a nod separates us what we've both wanted for the past month. I reach down and begin to slowly stroke him through his pants, his manhood easily filling my hands. He elicits a feral growl, easily the loudest sound in the room all night. I poke out my bottom lip, the request lingering there.

"Take my throat?"

"Liliana, are you sure?"

"Jace, it's time to put up or shut up. Right now, yes or no?"

"Yes."

I don't give him a chance to say anything else. I push him onto my bed, not wasting another minute.

"You said you'd make sure I knew, so why don't you?"

In a split second, the basketball shorts hit the ground with a soft thud as he frees himself from this final restraint.

My first thought is that Sorin wasn't even this big. I breathe a quiet moan before I wrap my hand around his thick and throbbing manhood, stroking it slowly and steadily. I'm going to make sure the man remembers tonight for many nights to come. I want this to be what he fantasizes about when he's alone. I slowly start to drag my tongue from the base to the tip as my other hand massages him. He lets out a low moan as I wrap my mouth around the most sensitive part of him, allowing my tongue to make circles. The whispers of my name are like a beautiful prayer. I take more of him in greedily as we make eye contact. As he begins slowly thrust more of him into my mouth, my hands begin to find a steady rhythm on him. I place one of his hands on the back of my head, beseeching him for harder and faster and more. He seems to pick up on this, because as I'm stroking, he starts to thrust. It's no longer me working him, it's him literally taking my throat for his own. When I try to meet his thrust, I choke. The sound seems to do something for him, strangely. I want to know what he tastes of. His eyes are closed as he continues his barrage of thrusts on my throat, He looks down at me, asking. I moan and then nod, and it's only a second before he twitches and then goes still, and then only a breath as his sweet release hits the back of my throat.

I get off my knees and look him in the eyes, lust still evident in them.

"Goddamn.. Never in my life.."

"That's what I specialize in. But you only left me all hot and bothered."

He pulls me to him in a swift motion, feeling the soaked cloth of the yoga pants I have on.

"Well, we'll just have to see what I can do about that little mess I made."

He pushes my upper half onto the bed, yanking the pants to the floor. Of all the days I had to have on Harley Quinn underwear. He laughs before pulling those off as well. He runs a hand over my rear and takes it all in. His fingers brush my quivering core, but he's not giving in that easily.

"My, my. What a mess."

He doesn't speak again, just pushes a finger inside of me. I gasp and I arch, he stifles a small laugh.

"If I can do that with a finger, I'll leave you to imagine what else I can do. But let's see what this does." He brushes his thumb against the needy, throbbing bundle of nerves and I nearly come undone right then and there. However, I hold back the orgasm and I think he senses it.

"Not ready to stop just yet?"

His thumb begins to make steady circles as his finger finds a rhythm. I grasp at the blanket futilely, knowing I can't fight it off much longer. He must know this too, because he pushes a second finger inside of me, and I was done.

"Jace!" I squeak.

He removes his fingers and I gasp at the sudden emptiness. He presses his forehead to mine for just a second and pecks a slight kiss on my lips. His shorts return to his waist and I'm sure I should do the same, as I bend to do so, I hear Jace's voice ring out.

"Damn girl, you got a bright future behind you."

"Shut up and let me feed you, that's my future. I'll show you my real talents."

"I can't wait to see."