Hey guys! In this chapter I have for you some Clizzy... with Jace and Simon watching, it's from Jace's POV. Hope you enjoy =]

All characters belong to Cassandra Clare

"Can we go yet?"

Simon was sitting beside me as the two of us watched our girlfriends getting ready to leave for a demon stakeout at pandemonium, and while he was trying to hide it I could definitely see his cock hardening through his jeans. Isabelle was standing behind Clary in the reflection of the mirror, helping her to zip up a dress, a very short dress. Not that I was complaining, when Clary bent over I could probably have seen her thong. She hadn't really wanted to wear a thong but I had begged her to, and Isabelle had bought her one made of hot pink lace. Neither of them answered Simon, Clary just stamped her foot in frustration.

"I could never pull this look off, Iz." She moaned, pouting her lip.

Isabelle smiled and put her arm around my girlfriend's waist. Both Simon and I let out shocked gasps as Isabelle's fingers started to stroke the material of the dress right where Clary's pussy was. Still standing behind her, Isabelle used her other hand to tuck Clary's ginger hair behind her ear and then bent her neck so her lips were brushing against her shoulder blades.

"You look hot, Clary." Isabelle promised.

"Too right she does." I mumbled to Simon, his dick looked like it was trying to break through his flies. "Does seeing your girlfriend just touch another girl seriously make you hard?"

Hearing my words, Isabelle turned around and smirked at Simon.

"Does it make you hot, Simon baby?" She crooned, and Simon blushed as he nodded his head.

Clary turned around too, and she looked so sexy in the tight white dress, it made her boobs and butt look bigger and her smirk was even sexier than Izzy's.

"You better not touch yourself over us." Clary said, her voice almost stern.

Simon and I exchanged nervous glances and I gulped nosily, "What?"

Isabelle laughed quietly and turned to face Clary. Without warning she had her arms back around her, and I saw her pinching her beautiful ass and heard Clary's surprised moan, and it was so hard to restrain myself from grabbing her and fucking her right there and right then. Placing her arms around Isabelle's neck, Clary's green eyes found mine and she winked. Izzy whispered something into my redhead's hair and the pair of them giggled, coming over to us. They were silent as they unzipped our jeans, Clary taking mine down and Isabelle taking Simon's. Both of our cocks sprung free and for a moment I spared some time to be shocked at how big Simon is. He went to move his hand to stroke it but Isabelle's hand flew out at lightning speed, swatting his hand away. Clary looked so smug as she took my hands and then, walking to stand behind me on the couch, she tied my hands together, hanging behind me so I couldn't possibly touch myself. Simon was having the same done to me and we both must have looked just as worried as the other because both girls laughed wickedly.

"What's going on, Clary?" I asked, my voice sounded squeaky and unnaturally high.

"Your punishment." She purred, running her fingers through my hair for a brief second.

"Punishment for what?" Simon asked, echoing my thoughts.

Isabelle kissed him lightly, at the tip of his cock, and I wished it was me being kissed there, my dick was begging to be handled.

"For being impatient." Clary told Simon, and then with her eyes steadily on mine still, she walked over to Isabelle. Her hands started to run over my adoptive sister's shoulder blades, and Isabelle rolled her head back, smiling broadly with painted red lips.

"You're not allowed to come." Isabelle whispered, sounding almost menacing. "And you aren't allowed to touch yourself..."

It was a clever idea really, watching the two sexiest girls I know together and not being able to enjoy it properly... pure torture.

"And if we do come?" Simon gasped, sounding like he was gasping for air.

Isabelle narrowed her eyes, said something to Clary, and without an ounce of hesitation Clary walked forwards, bent down, and kneed Simon in the balls. He probably would have keeled forwards if he weren't being restrained by his arms over the back of the couch, and I couldn't help but chuckle a little. Clary had looked so sexy like that...

They gave up with us then though, they only had eyes for each other. Isabelle's hands went back to the dress fabric over Clary's clit, she was rubbing it gently like a massage and Clary was whimpering like a baby, it sounded like music to my ears. Clary held one hand over Isabelle's and walked backwards towards the high table, and then Isabelle lifted her up onto it. Clary made numerous sounds of pleasure as Isabelle's fingers worked on her pussy and I had a rune on to improve my hearing so I could hear how wet Clary already was, feel her juices being lapped about in her thong. It was so hot, Simon next to me looked like he was turning purple, and I grunted as my cock hardened, frustrated for all I wanted to do was take Clary on my cock and have her ride me. She was looking at me as Isabelle's lips started to bruise at her exposed collar bone, and I felt so fucking jealous but at the same time it was so damn hot.

"Oh Clary." Isabelle mumbled against the porcelain skin, "You feel so good."

Saying nothing, Clary lifted her hands and unzipped Isabelle's black leather dress, the zip was at the front; and when the dress fell to the floor I saw Isabelle's bare back and ass, she wasn't even wearing underwear, just heels now and nothing else. Clary's hands started to wander across the body of my sister and I couldn't help it, I really thought I would come already but I managed to hold it in. As Clary's fingers pinched at Isabelle's butt cheeks Isabelle moaned.

"I'm hungry, Clary."

My ginger princess inclined her head towards Isabelle and whispered something I couldn't hear, and then Isabelle started to slip the lacy thong down, and as she bent down to take off her heels I caught a glimpse of Clary's clit; her legs were spread open now and she looked so wet. In the corner of my eye I could see Simon biting his lip, he thought Clary was hot even though he loved Izzy, I knew it. Isabelle's head of hair covered the view a moment later but I could hear her tongue exploring the soaking wet pussy and I could see her own private treasure as she bent over, her ass cheeks spread apart. Sitting up still, Clary arched her back forwards and whimpered, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her hands knotted into Isabelle's hair, pushing her face deeper into her clit.

"Oh, Izzy," she moaned, she sounded so hot... "Izzy... Iz, Iz..." And then she could not contain it any longer, her moans were no longer words but screams getting higher and higher, I heard Isballe's tongue lapping her up faster and faster. Once Clary's orgasm was over she was panting heavily, her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. Isabelle got back to her feet and Clary's fingers started tweaking the nipples of Izzy, her tits so much bigger than Clary's. Then they both turned to us, and Isabelle lifted Clary up off the surface and carried her, both of them naked with Clary's legs tight around Izzy. As they got closer I felt so relieved, knowing I was finally able to come. Isabelle didn't just but Clary on her feet though, she actually lowered her onto my cock so Clary was sitting on my lap, and despite her exhaustion after the orgasm she was bouncing up and down on it quickly, her perky tits jiggling. Beside me Simon was coming in Isabelle's mouth, grunting loudly. Finally I exploded, flowing into Clary's body. She smiled at me proudly and then got off of my dick. She pulled her dress back down and went to pick up her thong.

"Are you guys coming?" She asked teasingly, and then she left the room, the sound of her borrowed heels echoing down the hallway towards us.