Jace Wayland grinned as he watched Clarissa Fray dance around his living room, twirling her hips and running her hands through her red curls as she bounced along to the music.

"Dance with me, Jace," she bounced over to him, smiling brightly, the oversized button-up shirt she was wearing (his shirt) riding up and revealing she was bare underneath.

Jace just shook his head, still grinning.

"I like watching you," he said, his fingers trailing lightly up the back of her thigh before she giggled and spun out of his reach.

His smile softened as he watched her for a moment longer before reaching for his bong, filling the bowl, and checking the water level before calling her back over.

"C'mere, Clare," he said softly, lifting the bong up to her lips when she spun to face him and lighting it for her. She inhaled slowly, letting the chamber fill with opaque smoke before pulling the stem and emptying it. She released a long stream of hazy smoke as she pulled back, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

Jace took a hit of his own as Clary began to sway to the music again, a small smile on her lips that turned into a full grin when Jace started coughing.

"Too much for ya?" she taunted, a playful glint in her eye.

Jace narrowed his eyes at her as his coughing fit came to an end.

"Don't make me spank you," he jabbed back.

Clary's eyes sharpened and her smile turned mischievous as she slowly stalked toward him and leaned down so they were face to face, bracing her palms on his thighs.

"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep," she whispered darkly, challengingly holding his gaze.

Jace smirked, grabbing her by the waist, swiftly pulling her over his lap, and bringing his hand down on her ass sharply. Her eyes went wide as she yelped.

"That's for being a brat," he said, landing a second strike in the same spot, glowing internally when she jerked and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. "And that's for questioning me."

Clary stared at him for a moment before slowly moving to straddle him, never breaking eye contact. Jace groaned as he felt her damp heat pressed against him. He was already hard from watching her dance earlier and with only his boxers separating them, he was more than a little eager to move things along.

"Do it again," she whispered pleadingly, and Jace swore he'd never been so close to coming in his shorts.

"Keep saying shit like that and I won't last," he hissed darkly in her ear.

Clary's eyes glinted as a smirk crept across her lips and she climbed backward off his lap, slowly settling onto her knees in front of him. She met his gaze of awe with a genuine smile and reached for his waistband, pulling them down past his knees when he lifted his hips to help her.

"Shit, Clare..." he whispered, his head dropping back onto the sofa as her mouth closed around him.

Jace moaned softly as her talented lips and tongue worked him, his hand snaking into her hair and gripping tightly. Clary moaned loudly and gently scraped her teeth against his shaft.

"God!" he groaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily and choking her slightly, but she recovered quickly.

"Clary... I'm close..." he moaned.

Clary hummed around him in response, drawing another cry out of him, before lifting her hand to cup and massage his balls.

"Fuck! Clary!" he yelped, seconds before coming with a loud groan.

Clary gently worked him through his orgasm before pulling off gently, teasingly licking him clean of any remaining traces of cum and climbing back into his lap, carefully avoiding his sensitive shaft. She played with his hair as he recovered, running his hands up and down her sides as his breathing calmed.

"I... don't even have words right now," Jace admitted with a soft laugh, leaning his forehead against hers.

Clary grinned at him.

"Too much for ya?"