Chapter 6 - So just a big fat warning. This chapter starts with a big old LEMON (as in very rated M y'all - lots of sex and language - You've been warned). This chapter explores Jace and what happened after he kicked that door shut in chapter 4. We also get a little Izzy being– well, Izzy.
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Previously: "I'm a Morgenstern man, like my father. Clarissa is a Fairchild woman, like her mother. It's as if she were made just for him…like Jocelyn was for Valentine."
Jace Fucking Herondale
Jace looked into her beautiful emerald green eyes. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her red swollen lips that had been wrapped around his cock, just moments before. He had fisted his hands into her thick red curls and shuddered. It was too much for him to handle so soon, so he had gently pulled himself from her mouth and laid her back on his giant bed. She smiled sweetly back up at him, her eyes and adorable nose crinkled. He ran his eyes over her face. He made a mental note to count the freckles that sprinkled her skin later. How the fuck could she still look so innocent after everything they had done tonight? She was perfect. She was intoxicating.
He peered down between them and pushed his hips forward, watching as his engorged cock slowly entered her warmth. When they were fully joined he lowered his body, resting on top of hers, pressing her into the mattress. He rested his forehead against hers. She was so fucking wet and tight he thought he might come on the spot. Clary took his face in her hands and eagerly returned his kiss, moaning into his mouth, "Oh fuck, Jace." She wrapped her legs around his back, crushing her breasts against his chest and ran her hands through his hair, her nails lightly scraped his scalp and he shivered. Jace slowly began to move within her. He could feel her nipples rubbing up and down his chest, the growing friction made his skin prickle, increasing his arousal.
"Shit, Clary. You feel so good. So good." He laid his head down on her right shoulder and lightly bit her neck, slowly laving up and down with his tongue. Finally. He had wanted her for so long. She began rolling her hips lazily, gently meeting his unhurried thrusts. He focused his mouth where her neck met her collarbone. He sucked. He bit down. He marked her as she shivered. She felt exquisite wrapped around his cock. He needed more. So much more. He pulled out and slammed hard back into her. Clary threw her head back and gasped.
"Oh god…so fucking big. Move faster. Now." She whispered in his ear as he ravaged her neck. Jace's eyes widened at her command. Did I really just get harder?
"Yes, ma'am…" He grinned against her neck, nodded his head, and began to thrust faster into her. She was driving him mad and he never wanted to stop fucking her. Sliding his hands down under her ass, he clutched her to him tightly, roughly pumping in and out of her. The bed banged violently against the wall. Clary lifted her arms above her head and gripped the wooden slats of the headboard. Jace looked down, his eyes widened at her perfect breasts, as they bounced to their passionate rhythm. He could see the purple mark he left on her neck and he smiled triumphantly, stoking a primal need to mark her as his. Only his.
"Yes! Yes! Oh my– Oh my god, god, god!" Clary screamed, reaching for him, she scratched her nails down his sweat-soaked back. He could feel her slick velvet walls tightening even more around him as she began to build towards her release. Jace felt himself quickly getting closer as well. She feels so amazing. I've never felt anything better…He needed this to last longer.
"Not yet, Clary. I'll tell you when you can cum…" He quickly pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped and groaned, panting hard against the bed.
Pulling her up on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, he placed his hand on her back, between her shoulders, pushing her down to the pillows. She hummed low in her chest and gathered the pillows, stacking them under her chest. Jace saw the sides of her breasts swell on either side of her back as she flattened herself against them. He reached forward with both hands and caressed the silken flesh, making Clary shiver in excitement. He stood back up and positioned himself behind her.
"By the way, Red" Jace smirked down at her and murmured, "just call me Jace. God is so formal…" He slid his hands up and down her sweat-slicked back and gripped her hips, prodding her wet opening with the tip of his, in Clary's words "oh god…so fucking big…" member. She arched her back, lifting her ass as he entered her. He quickly began pumping in and out of her, his pelvis slapping against her backside. She looked back at him, over her right shoulder and he slowed his thrusts. Her green eyes hooded, biting her bottom lip, she blushed then smirked right back at him. "Sexprotz..." she whispered. Oh, shit. She bit that fucking beautiful lip again. I'm so close, Jace thought. He resumed his previous speed, driving into her over and over. Clary dropped her head back down, panting and moaning. She met his thrusts, shoving her ass back against him stroke for stroke. She was getting tighter and tighter. Jace leaned down over her back, gathered her long hair in his hand, pulling her head back to him, he smashed his mouth against hers.
"Cum for me, Clary." He growled. She moaned loudly into his mouth. He felt her walls tighten even more, holding him in a vice-like grip before fluttering around him as she came hard, screaming his name. Not god's. He closed his eyes, feeling himself quickly climbing to his own peak, he grasped her hips again, shouting out her name, before exploding deep into Clary, winding down his pumping as he emptied himself. He pulled out of her with a loud groan and they collapsed together on the bed, panting in exhaustion. He tugged the covers up over their quivering, sweaty bodies. He wrapped his arms around Clary and pulled her tight against his heaving chest, spooning himself behind her, he heard her sigh and relax. He raised his hands from her waist and cupped both of her breasts, squeezing gently. She turned her head over her shoulder and said– "Jace! Jace! Are you in there? Wake up! JACE! Jace fucking Herondale!" Someone that wasn't Clary screamed at him.
Jace's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt-upright up in bed, sweating, his heart pounding. He was alone. Alone and…sticky? He looked down at his moist bed sheets covering his waist. Dammit. It was just a dream… Shit! I fucking jizzed on myself like a goddamned teenager! Someone pounded violently on his bedroom door. Someone was screaming my name…for real.
"Jace! You asshole. I'm coming in. I heard you yell her name, you shit!" His doorknob began to rattle when he heard shuffling and angry muffled voices. Izzy? Why is Izzy at my door…uh oh. Jace knew exactly why Izzy was at his door. A certain red head that he had recently— yeah. This was gonna be bad.
"Back off Alec! This is between me and The Best Friend Defiler. "His door burst open, slamming against the wall and Isabelle Lightwood came storming in with a look of pure rage on her face. Oh crap.
"You goddamn asshole! You fucked my best friend when I expressly forbade you to put your dick anywhere near her! What the fuck is wrong with you, Jace? What did you do to her? Hypnotize her? Get her drunk? Dress up like the fucking Darkling? I saw that hickey, Jace! She told me everything!" Izzy locked eyes with him. Jace's eyes widened and he just blinked at her. She snorted angrily and shook her head. She scooped her long black hair up into a messy bun, securing it with a hair-tie, slid her necklace off over her head, removed her rings and bracelets, then took out her large hoop earrings. She slammed them all down on his dresser and bounded across the room towards him. His eyes widened. What the hell? Was she going to kick his ass? What the fuck is a Darkling?
"Izzy, wait! Let me explain…" Jace yelled back at her, gathering his duvet tightly on his lap to cover his incident. He slid back in his bed and bumped into the headboard. Izzy put her palm out to his face, silencing him, and waived a finger at him with her other hand.
"Shut Up! Let me explain something to you. You're not allowed to ruin her with your evil hypno-hips. Oh my god! She's been through enough you fucker! Do you know how long it has taken her to even function again? She doesn't need you fucking with her head or body!" She stomped up to the side of his bed and glowered down at him. She snatched his pillow from under his head and he fell back against the bed. She was wearing a bright red sweatshirt with ripped black jeans and platform combat boots that made her look even taller. She would look terrifying to anyone else, but Jace was used to her temper. He rolled his eyes and sat back up, sighing. Time to tell her what she wants to hear so she will get out of my hair.
He saw Alec peek in his doorway behind his sister, with eyebrows raised pointing between Izzy and Jace, silently asking if he was okay. Jace nodded at him. Alec shrugged and retreated into their apartment. Coward. He looked back to Izzy and clutched his covers tighter around his waist.
"Izzy, it was completely consensual relations between two adults. I didn't do anything to Clary. At least nothing she didn't want me to…calm down. No strings, okay? It was just sex…god." The best sex I have ever had. And I've had a lot. What is it about Clary Fray? I can't stop thinking about her…Jace nervously ran his hand through his hair and looked at Izzy to gauge her reaction. Was she buying this?
He loved her like a sister and hated it when she was angry with him. She could really hold a grudge. It really bothered him that she thought he would just use Clary for sex. Did she really think so little of him? Granted, he had slept with a few of her friends in the past. Or was it many? Jace was quite the ladies' man and had a reputation for loving and leaving, which for the most part was true. He was unapologetic about all of it. He never had trouble finding female entertainment and sexual outlets. He was always upfront with his conquests. But Clary? Chief Garroway's daughter? Never. She was more to him than that. She had been for a long time. Izzy folded her arms across her chest, her eyes narrowed, she nodded once at him, still holding onto his pillow. He continued.
"She needed to forget about…you know. She had just found out from Starkweather that her parent's case was closed. She was upset. I thought she was going to kick his ass and get arrested. I– I offered to take her home, but we ended up at my place. She was stressed and needed an outlet. One thing led to another…you know." He stammered nervously, thinking about that night with Clary. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm Jace fucking Herondale. I don't get flustered over women…but Clary is just so– Jace shook his head, trying to stay focused.
"It was just a onetime thing, okay? She made that perfectly clear before and afterwards...I mean– she said she isn't looking for a boyfriend. Are we done here?" Usually Jace would have been relieved to hear that from one of his conquests, but coming from Clary, it had made him feel weird. Hurt? He had played it off as no big deal. But, he wanted to see her again and again. He wanted to have her again…He wanted her to be his and to belong to her as well. Yikes. So not a good idea. He stood up, wrapping his covers around his waist and hurried past Izzy towards his bathroom, before she saw right through him. He needed a shower. He felt a sudden jerk at his hips as his duvet was ripped away by Izzy. Jace spun around to face her, forgetting about his problem.
"Oh my god, I knew it…you do like Clary, Jace. You like, like her." Izzy pursed her lips, looking thoughtful, then shook her head at him. "You think you want to be her boyfriend, don't you? You don't do the boyfriend thing. You do the fuck them then move on thing! Well, not with my girl, Clary. Listen here Jace, you–" She looked down at Jace's tee and sleep pants, noticing how wet the bottom of the shirt and crotch of his bottoms were. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, as she pointed wildly to his crotch. "You had a fucking wet dream about her! I heard you yell her name before I came in here. What are you, fourteen? I never thought I'd see this day…oh my god!" Izzy threw her head back and cackled like a maniac.
"Shut it, Izzy! It's a guy thing! Anyway, Clary said she wasn't interested in anything serious, okay? I believe her and respect that." Not. "Now leave it alone! "Jace huffed angrily and turned around to go take his shower. Izzy caught her breath after her outburst.
"One more time, Herondale." Izzy yelled at his retreating figure. "Tonight's Magnus' Halloween party. Clary is coming with me and Simon. Make sure you back off. She needs to be free to explore her options and not be strung along by you and what you think you might want. Free! Single! Go jingle your junk at your usual hoes, if you're looking to score. Stay away from my bestie's vagina. She needs to heal and you're too close to everything that's hurt her. I will fuck you up, Jace! Capiche?"
"Got it, Iz. Don't worry about it. I hear you loud and clear. See you tonight…" Jace rolled his eyes again, flipped her off over his shoulder, walked into his bathroom, and slammed the door.
He peeled off his stiffening clothes and turned on the shower, stepping under the hot stream. His mind wandered back to his dream about Clary. It was the third time he'd dreamed of their encounter since it happened last week. Finally happened. He remembered every second of every moment of that night. It had been the most profound, erotic experience of his life…and he wanted more. It wasn't just sex. He wanted her. Shit, he'd wanted her in his bed since the first time he saw her. But it was more than that now. She was so beautiful, witty, and talented, god her art. She's so real and kind. But he couldn't have her. Not yet anyway. She needed space, like Izzy said…which left her open to find someone else. The question was, did he want to give her space? Could he let someone else get her first? I don't think I can.
Jace squeezed shower gel into his hands and began to lather his body all over. The smell of lemons filled the shower. He thought back to when he had made a move on Clary after her going away party, just three months before her parents died. She had been drinking and flirting with him all night. He saw her get into her hot tub. She had been wearing a vivid purple pushup bikini that made her eyes seem greener and her hair redder somehow...her breasts rounder. She was luminous and he couldn't stay away from her. She had commented on his abs, running her eyes over them, and asked how much he worked out. He had slipped into the bubbling water next to her, chatted, flirted some more, and then pressed his lips against hers. She quickly responded, allowing him to push his tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. Her kisses were dizzying as he ran his hands over her. Then Izzy and that fucking Simon Lewis jumped in with them and ruined it all. Dicks. He had decided then he would wait to see if there was more to be had between them after she got back from Italy in August. After he got out of the hot tub, he found her phone unlocked on the kitchen counter. He had laughed and taken a picture of his abs and changed his profile in her contacts.
Jace rinsed off his body then shampooed and conditioned his hair. Of course, he couldn't help but think back to that day in August when he, Izzy, and Simon waited for Clary at the airport. It wasn't how he expected or hoped to see her again. When Lewis had broken down and couldn't tell Clary about her parents, he got angry. She needed him and he had wimped-out and cried like a little bitch. Typical. Who knows what Clary or Izzy see in him? Jace had stepped up and told her what she needed to know. That her parents had died. That he was sorry… He would never forget the look on her face as she comprehended his words. Her beautiful eyes had filled with tears and she had begun to sob. His heart had broken for her and he felt helpless. He wanted to hug her close, scoop her up into his arms and take her away from everything. All he could do that day was hold her hand and take her home.
He had been furious when Interim Chief Hodge Starkweather had announced their department had officially closed the case. He and Alec had busted their asses at the beginning of the investigation, with no real leads coming out of their work. There was simply no official evidence to indicate arson. Just Clary's passionate claims that her mother wouldn't have had candles on her worktable. He believed her. There was also the fact that someone had disabled the Garroway's security system prior to the fire. Jace had uncovered this information himself and included it in the reports. When Starkweather was appointed Interim Chief it was like a punch in the gut. Everyone knew what an asshole hack he was. He kicked Jace and Alec off of the case, citing that they were too emotionally invested and couldn't be objective, and he personally took over the investigation. Jace had brought the security system issue up to Starkweather, who dismissed it as coincidence. Stating that it was probably just Jocelyn. The case was closed soon after that and Jace and Alec were ordered to move on. When Jace reread the final report, he found no trace of his findings regarding the security system. Someone had taken it out, but how could he ever prove anything? Jace smelled bullshit, like cover up bullshit and there was nothing to do but wait it out for a lead. Chief Garroway, Luke, was a boss, mentor, and a friend to Jace. Family. Like a second father. He and Jocelyn were truly good people and deserved better than Hodge Starkweather on their case. And Clary…she deserved answers.
Clary had come to the precinct twice a week, after her parent's deaths. She had offered a lot of information about the structure of the house, the security system, and her mother's studio set-up, anything she could think of. She would bring Jace and Alec takeout from Taki's, Jace's favorite local diner. It was during this time that Jace first started looking at her as more than a hot woman he wanted to have sex with. She was intelligent, friendly, warm, funny, flirty, and was great at bantering with him. She gave as good as she got and that was very hot.
Jace, resolutely stepped out of his shower and began to towel himself off. He would give Clary her space tonight as Izzy requested. But if Clary decided to come to him, he certainly wouldn't push her away. Jace had a feeling she very well may be his endgame and he would be a fool to let her go. He walked to his closet to pull out his costume for the party. He really hated dressing up, but wouldn't miss the chance to be in a club with Clary, alcohol, dancing…sure he'd give her space. He'd just make her want him to be in her space. Izzy couldn't bitch at him about that, could she? See you tonight, Clary. Game on.