I feel like this might be the chapter a lot of you have been waiting for, or at least, half of what people have been waiting for. Haha. The rating is moving up from now! I also wanted to say that I've been thinking about writing out a new story for Clace, when they're both a part of a motorbike gang. If you follow me, you'll know I've written a couple of other ones like that, because I just love the idea so much. So what do you guys think of that idea?

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Clary didn't want the kiss to stop, but she wanted Jace's mouth in so many other places, all at once. His tongue felt so good, soothing the bite of his teeth and tangling with her own, but all she was thinking about what how good it would feel between her legs. She was throbbing with how much she needed him, and she already knew that she was wet right though lace of her underwear. They stumbled down the hall, their lips never parting as he fumbled with the door handle behind her and they fell inside the lower half of the apartment. She pushed his jacket over his shoulders, and he found her shirt, ripping the buttons rather than taking his time to undo them, and then her breasts were pressed against his chest, only contained by the demi-cup of her lacy, blue bra.

"Fuck, my little Red," Jace groaned out, his voice several octaves lower than usual. He dropped his mouth from hers to her neck, and then to her collarbone, leaving wet kissing across her skin, dragging his tongue over her flesh and leaving goose bumps in his wake. Clary whimpered, her fingers tangling themselves through his hair, holding his face close to her. His hands went behind her, finding the clasp of her bra and flicking it open, kicking it across the room. She should feel embarrassed; she knew for a fact that Jace had seen other girls naked and she had always been conscious that she had a smaller chest than a lot of girls her age. But appreciation shone through his golden eyes and she didn't have time to react before he was bending forward, and taking one nipple between his lips. Clary gasped out, wet heat rushing to her centre and she bucked involuntarily toward him.

"God, Jace," she moaned as his teeth brushed against her nipple, his hand lifting to pluck at the other pebbled one.

"Come here, baby," he whispered to her, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling her closer. He undone her shorts and pulled them down, along with her underwear, so that she was standing naked in front of him. He gritted his teeth together as he took her in, her pupils dilated, her chest heaving and her pussy lips glistening with arousal. He lifted one hand and ran it down her slit lightly, making her twitch and clench her hands into fists. "Shit, babe," he grunted in appreciation. "You shave?" She only managed to jerk her head in a nod, no words managing to form. He grabbed her around the waist, turning her around and sitting her down on his lap. He spread his own legs, so that she was forced to do so as well, his hands sliding over her thighs and squeezing them lightly. Clary moaned and let her head fall backwards, her curly hair rubbing against his skin as his hands continued to rub at her thighs, and then her lower stomach, over her rib cage, dancing over her delicate, pale skin but never touching her in the places that she most wanted him.

"Jace...Jace, please," Clary mumbled, thrusting her hips forward. She felt completely exposed, even though she was technically facing away from him. But he had her legs open so far her lower lips were open and exposed to the cool, night air.

"I'm getting there, Red," Jace murmured into her air and she mewled in frustration, her hips jerking as one hand trailed back down her stomach and brushed lightly over the outside of her lips. One finger dipped inside and his already straining cock throbbed at how wet she was. She moaned at the slight intrusion, wanting more as he removed his hand, rubbing her centre before sliding his finger completely inside of her. She let out a high pitched sigh, trying to lift herself off his thighs and then come back down, an attempt to ride his hand. "God, Clary," he bit down softly on her shoulder. "You're gorgeous." She made a noise at the back of her throat as she continued to push herself down onto his finger. She wiggled around, looking for more, needing more pressure, needing just more from him.

And then, much to her dismay, he pulled his hand away.

"You're so wet, Red," he whispered, the hand that was still splayed across her rib cage coming up to massage her breast and she let out another moan, arching her back, pushing her breast harder into his hand. He rolled her hardened nibbled between his thumb and index finger and Clary dug her fingers so hard into his thighs that he could feel the bite of her fingernails through his jeans. He paused as he lifted the hand that had been inside of her to his mouth, tasting her for the first time. Clary turned her head around to watch him do it, and her eyes were practically glowing with lust as he let out a moan.

"Jace...I need more, Jace," Clary moaned, bouncing up and down on his lap, her ass rubbing against his cock. He gritted his teeth, the hand on her breast massaging her harder, and the hand near his mouth dropping back to the centre of her legs. Instead of going inside her again, this time he touched her clit. She jerked in his arms, letting out a squeak of approval. His touch was feather light, teasing her, and she could feel the pressure inside of her building to an almost unbearable amount. "Jace, Jace...Jace," she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he traced tight circles over her clit. She was literally dripping and the knot inside of her felt so tight that she was going to scream if he didn't push her over the edge. Then, all at once, he bit down on her shoulder hard and slid three fingers inside of her. "Fuck!" She gasped out as he pushed into her, harder and faster, curling inside of her to reach a spot that had only been touched by herself.

"Let go, Clary," he urged her, nibbling at her neck and then at her lower earlobe. "Come on, baby," he urged her, his thumb pressing down on her clit each time he entered her.

"God, Jace," Clary moaned out as she finally felt the knot in her lower abdomen snap, the feeling of euphoria spreading right from her toes as she collapsed against Jace. His fingers were covered in her cum, and he kissed her shoulder softly. He moved her sweaty body of his, laying her out on his bed and going to the bathroom. He came back with a wet cloth and used it to wipe her down. "What about you?" She asked, looking up at Jace through half-lidded eyes.

"I'm fine, Clary," Jace told her, pressing a long kiss to her mouth before getting up, taking the cloth with him. He went back into the bathroom, throwing the cloth into the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Over the past few weeks, he had had an almost impossible time keeping his hands off her. Really, he had found it hard to keep his hands off her since they were fourteen, but it had only gotten worse lately...And then tonight, seeing her with Aline and feeling her body respond to his had been too much. But he still didn't want to pressure her into anything that alcohol would cloud her judgement for. He pulled himself out of his pants, his hand pumping his cock up and down, swiping his thumb over the head and groaning as he thought of Clary.

Her scent, her taste...the way she had fallen apart around his fingers.

It didn't take Jace long to cum, wiping himself off quickly and returning to his bedroom. Clary was fast asleep, her naked body still splayed out over the bed. Jace felt his cock twitch at the sight of her, despite his recent orgasm, and he organized her under the blanket, undressing to his briefs and climbing in next to her.

Clary woke up with a throbbing head and her mouth was completely dry. It was still dark outside, and she looked around the room for the time. The clock on the wall said it was just after four, and Clary blinked, and groaned. She pulled herself out from under Jace's arm, finding her underwear on the ground and one of his shirts. He still hadn't unpacked all his boxes yet, and there were no cups in his kitchen. She had never noticed that before, because pretty much every time they had eaten here, it would be up with Alec and Isabelle, or they would have brought drinks from wherever they had gotten dinner.

"Males," she growled under her breath as she left his apartment and went up the stairs to the kitchen there. She found a cup and poured herself some cold water, sighing with relief as it wet her mouth.

"Ooh, Clary," came a soft voice behind her. "The disheveled, just had sex look is good on you," Isabelle grinned at her. Clary rolled her eyes.

"We didn't have sex," she muttered.

"No, but you had an orgasm," Isabelle came over and found a cup for herself. "That much is obvious from your hair."

"What are you doing awake?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Probably the same as you," Isabelle replied. "I got the drys."

"Where's Simon?"

"He was a total gentlemen," she smiled. "He went to sleep on the floor after putting me to bed. It was kind of nice, having someone who wasn't just there to get in my pants." Clary nodded understandably.

"He's the best," she murmured. "Anyway, I'm going to get back to bed."

"Yeah, I should do the same," Isabelle agreed. "Oh yeah, and Clary?" She raised her hand. "Congrats on finally letting Jace inside your vajayjay." Clary raised her eyebrows and the dark haired girl waved her hand from side to side pointedly. "Come on."

"You're terrible," Clary laughed as she high-fived Isabelle and then made her way back downstairs. When she got downstairs and entered the room that she was sharing with Jace, she paused in the doorway, tilting her head against the door. Jace was fast asleep, his hands thrown above his head and his torso on full display. She bit down on her lower lip with a smile, crawling into bed next to him and curling her body around his.

Ooh, okay, so I've completely and utterly fallen in love with this song called Undone by Haley Reinhart. It is gorgeous. I've pretty much had it on repeat for the past week.

And the other thing I've loved the past week is that the Teen Choice Awards! So, the Fast and Furious cast were so cute, holding hands (especially Vin and Michelle) and I teared up a little when Paul Walker got his award. So beautiful. And then when Jensen and Misha got Choice TV Comedy Award. Hahahaha. Fell a little bit more in love with the pair of them then. And also, the selfies that Tyler Blackburn and Ashley Benson took were fucking adorable. God I love those two.

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