We've reached the end of Fake It Til You Make It. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did. If there is enough demand, I may write an epilogue to tie up loose ends. Please enjoy my smutty final chapter J
When we found ourselves at my brother's wedding, Jace and I were in complete bliss. If I wasn't so in love, I would have been disgusted by us. All through the service, I had to stop myself from staring at Jace, who was sitting behind my parents in the pews as I stood near Camille. With Aline's arrest, Izzy took her place, which thankfully meant that I had someone to kick me in the shin – discretely, of course, to ensure that Jace didn't take all of my attention.
Jace was giving me that heated look again by the time dinner was over. The one that got me all hot and bothered and ensured that my panties would be uncomfortably wet for the rest of the evening. He was sitting next to me, pretending to listen to Alec's speech, but not taking his eyes off of me. Then his hand, which had been hanging at his side between us, moved over my thigh, gently skimming my sensitive skin, only the thin layer of satin of my dress separating us. The feel of his skin on mine was something I'd wanted, no craved, for the 24 hours we'd been staying with my parents. I was all for sex in my high school bedroom, but for some ridiculous reason Jace thought that was a bad idea. And I was going crazy. Especially considering Jace looks like a rock star in a tux.
As his hand moved up my thigh, towards the apex of my legs, I sighed quietly, ensuring that only he could hear me. His fingers made their way under my dress and glided softly over my panty-clad core, barely even touching it. He started rubbing in soft, small circles. It was driving me wild. When Alec's speech was over, and before anything else could happen, I rushed out of the dance hall, needing to cool down (away from the walking sexual tension that is Jace Herondale). I found my way into a coat closet that was empty. I mean, who the hell needs a coat closet in Florida? I flicked the light on and sat on top of a short stack of chairs in the corner of the room, which looked like it was currently being used only for storage.
Within a minute, the closet's door opened and closed and in walked Jace, in all of his glory. His eyes were burning with a lust I'd never seen before as he stomped over to me. He stopped about an inch away from me.
"I'm sick of these games, Clarissa," he hissed.
"What games, Jonathan? I haven't played any games…" I whispered. He moved impossibly closer to me.
"You… looking so completely fuckable in public. How am I supposed to behave when I just want to take you on the table and make you scream and moan in pleasure below me?" His arms wrapped around my waist as he stood between my legs. "And then… and then you expect me to just let you go when I have you so close to the brink of pleasure. Unacceptable." Once again, his right hand made its way up my thigh, sliding under my dress and running along the waistband of my panties.
"Stop talking," I mumbled before leaning forward and meeting his lips in a searing kiss. God, his lips are amazing, I couldn't help but nibble on them. And then his tongue was massaging mine, wrestling for dominance. His left hand left my waist and traveled to my chest. He unceremoniously pulled down my strapless dress and bra, exposing my nipple. It immediately hardened as he ran his long, nimble fingers over it before taking it in hand to pinch and twist it. My back arched at the feeling, pushing my chest into him further. His lips left mine and traveled down my neck, resting on the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I reached behind me, unzipping my dress forcefully. The damn thing needed to be off… NOW.
Jace didn't seem to notice the torture. He took his time, kissing along my clavicle and licking the juncture between my shoulder and neck, before moving lower. He sucked the swell of my breasts into his mouth, never breaking eye contact with me. I hissed at the feeling. Slowly, painfully slowly, he slid the dress down my body, I lifted up and it slid down my legs until it fell unceremoniously to the floor. I didn't even care, I was too far gone.
I leaned back in the chair, my breath hitching when his tongue surrounded a pebbled nipple. The whole thing was erotic. We were at my brother's wedding and Jace was going to fuck me in a storage closet. So fucking hot. He moved to my other nipple, a hand coming up to gently, oh so lightly, glide across the nipple his mouth had abandoned. The heat spread through me like wildfire. I could feel my clit throbbing harder and harder. I unbuttoned his shirt, savoring the clamp of his mouth around my nipple as I ran my hand along his chest. We separated just long enough for me to slide his shirt off and him to remove my bra before our lips met in a bruising kiss.
My hands went to his waistband, playing with it as he quickly undid his belt and tossed it away. The smoothness of his skin greeted me as I unbuttoned his pants, running my hands along the seam of his boxer briefs. His pants fell to the ground as a groan ripped from his mouth.
He moved closer to me, grinding against my core with only my thong and his boxers separating us. I could feel the hard ridge of his length running along my heated skin. My panties were soaked through and I didn't know how much longer I could survive the torture.
Then, he kneeled down in front of me. He kissed my breasts, my ribs, and my stomach as he made his way to the ground. His kisses found their way to the waistband of my panties and he wrapped his mouth around them. Before I knew what was happening, his teeth were dragging them down my legs. I watched in a haze as he slid them off of my legs until all I was left in was my heels.
Jace kissed and licked his way back up my leg, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind him. Finally, he reached the apex of my thighs – and then bypassed it and kissed and licked his way down my other leg.
"Jaceee," I whined, unashamed.
"What do you want Clary?" he asked me in a husky, deep voice that sent jolts of arousal through my body.
"Fuck me – please." He smiled and kissed my knee before finally, finally, going where I wanted him most. His tongue skimmed my lower lips, just hard enough for me to feel the sensation. My swollen clit continued to pulse when he finally wrapped his tongue around it, playing with it gently. I thought I was going to pass out. I'd never been so turned on in my life. After months of teasing, months of back and forth, it was finally happening.
"You're so wet," he nearly growled as he slid one finger inside of me, rubbing my walls perfectly. I couldn't restrain the moan that escaped my mouth. I guess he figured he was doing something right, since he slid in another finger, and then another, before sucking my clit into his mouth. His fingers quickly found the soft tissue inside of me that had me bucking against his hand. The dual stimulation of my g-spot and my clit had me reaching the stars in moments. I howled Jace's name as my body tensed and I tightened around his fingers, arousal flooding his face.
And when I finally fell back to Earth and he pulled away, with a shit eating grin on his face and my cum rimming his lips, I thought I was going to self-combust. I dragged him to me, pulling him in for a kiss. I never liked to taste myself on a man, but it was erotic with Jace, the taste of my cum and his saliva mixing together into a sweet and salty taste I couldn't get enough of. My hands went to his waist and pushed his boxers down. He quickly shook them off, his lips never separating from mine.
I took his silky erection in my hand, reveling in how hard he was for me. Just for me. I did that to him. I stroked him slowly as his lips moved to my neck once again.
"I need to be inside you, Clary," he moaned as I squeezed him.
"Then what are you waiting for?" I questioned, surprising myself by my breathless tone. My arousal was literally seeping out from inside me. I'd never been so turned on in my life. Slowly, I guided him towards me. I felt his cock slide across my wet lips a couple of times before circling my clit. I moaned loudly as my already sensitive clit was teased.
With that, he took himself in hand and I guided him inside of me. The stretch and burn was so welcome as I adjusted to his impressive size.
"Fuck, Clarissa. You're so fucking tight and wet. Feel so good around me…" His muscles were tense under my hands. I could tell he was struggling not to move, giving me time to adjust. How sweet. I slid forward on the chair, slightly changing the angle as I wrapped my legs around his hips and rested them on his ass. He started moving, gliding in and out with a slow, torturous pace.
"Harder Jace. Take me!" I begged him. It felt so good. He moved my legs so that my feet were resting on his shoulders. I gasped at the change of angle. Suddenly, that spot inside of me that always made me squirm and pant was being rubbed with his cock every time he thrust into me. "So good, so fucking good. Don't stop, please don't stop!" I was shouting and I didn't care.
One of his hands was behind my back, supporting me. The other played with my nipples, alternating between them, squeezing and pinching in time with his thrusts. His mouth met mine again, all of the heat spreading between us almost too much to bear.
"Fuck," he mumbled as he pulled away from my mouth, pushing into me even harder. "Come, Clary." One hand snaked between us and circled my bundle of nerves roughly. I felt him losing control, knew he was getting close. His mouth came down to my nipple and he sucked it roughly into his mouth. I felt the pressure building and building. Every time I thought I would finally burst, it just kept building, until I didn't think I could take anymore. Jace just kept going, erratically thrusting his cock in and out of me while rubbing my clit and stimulating my nipples.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I burst. Everything went dark as I screamed bloody murder, my body shaking. My pussy tightened around Jace and, as I finally came back to reality, I felt him rutting into me, grunting as he spilled himself inside of me. "Fuccckkkkk," he hissed, nails digging into my back as he gripped me tightly.
I felt myself tightening again, the sound of him coming, the pulse of his cock, and the feel of warmth inside of me too much to bear. He held me close as I came for the third time that night. I'd never done that before. The aftershocks continued as he rubbed my clit gently, encouraging my high to keep going.
"I love you," I mumbled, not wanting to separate from Jace, even once his hand stopped moving along my center.
"I love you, too. Thanks for fake dating me," he said.
"Fuck you," I growled as I finally dragged my body off of his and began gathering my clothes and redressing.
He didn't respond immediately, but as he was buttoning up his shirt he came close to me and whispered in my ear. "You just did." And with a laugh, he was gone from the coat room.
Sometimes he made me want to murder him. He's lucky I loved him. Bastard.
And that's all, folks. Hope you enjoyed. This has been one of my fave stories I've written. Be on the look out for my next Clace multi-chapter fic, already in development. Don't forget to review if you want an epilogue!
Until next time…