Loni

After the game, I shower in the locker room, and then I take another when everyone is gone. Am I stalling? Probably. Jace left the game as soon as it ended. I'm thinking he went back to his apartment to get things set up.

Oh, fuck. I hope he's not setting up candles and dousing the bed in rose petals. If he does, I might fall in love.

That's why I can't do romance. In the past, I have always been the person to fall head over heels in love with any guy that paid me a little bit of attention. But that only made me get taken advantage of. Exhibit A: Eric.

Maybe I crave the love and attention because my parents never really paid me any mind. Yeah, they were great and they loved me. But they were never around. I was basically living every teenager's dream life. No parents around. No rules to be enforced. I could go out whenever I wanted. Stay out as late as I desired. Though it sounds great, I got myself into pretty fucked up situations.

So I guess I just wanted someone to care about me. I let that happen multiple times. I opened up my heart and it got crushed, beaten, and broken apart. I refuse to let that happen to me again.

I can't let it happen with Jace either. Yeah, he's hot, caring, protective. But he's a guy, with a penis, he can't be trusted.

I didn't bother stopping at home to take a shower because if I stepped foot in my apartment, I would have never gotten out.

This is what I want. I want to have sex with Jace. Meaningless, no strings attached, sex.

That's my mantra as I walk up to his apartment. I tap my fist against the door lightly, but when I make contact with it, there's a spark that ignites between my legs. A shirtless Jace flashes behind my eyes. And now I'm pounding my fist against the door.

My breath chokes back in my throat when the door flies open and Jace is standing in front of me.

"Hey," he says nonchalantly.

How is he so calm about this? And why am I freaking out? It's casual sex. I should be level-headed right now.

I clear my throat, crossing my arms over my chest. "Are we doing this? Or are you just going to stand there all night?" I guess bitchiness is my only way to keep my composure.

"Come on in." He steps out of the way and I saunter inside.

For some reason, I can't go any further than the living room. Maybe the bedroom is too stringy. Fucking in his bed, a place where he sleeps, where he dreams, where he's probably slept with multiple other women.

Fuck, that doesn't matter Loni. He's slept with other people. Big whoop. That just means he must be a master of his craft and this is going to be the best no strings attached sex ever.

But still, I can't force myself into his bedroom.

"My room is the second door on the right," he whispers into my ear.

I spin to face him, placing my hands on his chest but drop them when I realized I'm touching him. "Let's do it out here."

"Out here?"

"Yeah," I flop down on the black leather couch. "Right here." I pat the cushion next to me. My hand is shaking, I pull it back into my lap.

Relax.

He cocks his head with a smirk, running his tongue over his white teeth. With a shrug, he sits down next to me. He leans into me until his lips brush mine. And though his lips feel amazing, I can't fucking relax.

My eyes are wide open and my body is as stiff as a plank of wood. His tongue slides across my lower lip and I want to open my mouth, I want to kiss him back, but I can't. My body won't let me.

"Maybe if we just turn off the lights."

Jace pulls his lips away and fulfills my request. The lights go out and he joins me back on the couch. His lips connect with the skin on my neck. He sucks gently and it feels so fucking good. But, still, I can't relax.

"You're shaking," he mumbles against my skin.

"It's uh cold in here," I lie. I'm practically sweating.

He pulls away and looks at me. "What's going on Loni? Do you not want to do this?"

"No, I do," I practically cut him off as the words fly out of my mouth.

He laughs. "I might have an idea."

Jace reaches for the remote on the coffee table and flicks on the TV. He stands and goes to the kitchen, pulling a couple of beers out of the fridge before sitting back down next to me. He then opens up Netflix and picks the first movie that shows up on the screen.

"We're watching a movie?" I say skeptically. "Jace, I don't want—"

"I know, I know. No romance. No relationship stuff. But you went on a date with all of those other guys. Maybe you need that with me too. Maybe it'll help you relax."

I can't help but smile. A blush creeps up to my cheeks and I turn my face away. But not fast enough. Jace lets out a chuckle under his breath.

When the movie starts, we settle into the couch. My back leans against the armrest and my knees are practically in my chest while Jace is right in the middle of it couch.

It's no surprise that he chose an action movie. It's a Netflix account belonging to the two men that live here. I don't mind it though. The blood and guns take some of the pressure off. I feel like if he chose a romcom, we would feel more inclined to cuddle.

Within the first twenty minutes of the movie, I finally start to relax. Hell, I'm not even focusing on the movie at this point. My legs are stretched out across Jace's lap and his fingertips lightly graze my skin. The sensation makes me instantly wet with want. But he doesn't go further than that for a while.

We lose ourselves in the movie. Talking about what we think is going to happen next. And while I get lost in the conversation, his fingers are even higher. They toy with the skin on my thigh below my shorts. Every time his finger dips under the fabric, I inhale sharply. When they trail away, I let out a shaking exhale.

I'm honestly not sure how this happened, but now Jace is laying on top of me. His hand rubs my desperate heat from outside my shorts and the kisses me with hunger.

Gunshots from the movie echo around us, startling us both. We laugh and the vibration from our lips shoots down my spine and all the way to my toes.

Jace trails his lips down to my neck. He nips at the delicate flesh. He removes his hand from between my legs and I let out a groan. Laughing, he uses both of his hands to pull down my tank top, exposing my breasts.

My nipples are peaked, waiting for his touch. For his lips.

He doesn't hesitate. He wraps his lips around one of the hard buds while using his fingers to toy with the other. Sucking, tickling my flesh, I can hardly control my breathing.

Before I can blink, my shirt is back in its rightful place but his face is buried between my thighs. He kisses my center above my shorts. I swear I'm about to come apart right now.

In one swift motion, he pulls my shorts and underwear off my body and flings them across the room.

He licks his lips before using his tongue to lick mine. His warm delicate tongue moves against my slit and my hips rock beneath him.

"You taste so fucking good," he groans.

His tongue flicks over my clit, moving in quick torturous circles. He pushes a finger inside me and when I look down at him, he's watching me. Waiting to see my reaction. A second finger fills me up. I toss my head back, moaning and cursing at the feeling.

He pumps his fingers in me slowly, still working his tongue over my swollen clit. But I move my hips faster. Moving his fingers inside me faster.

My breathing is out of control. I can't calm the noises coming out of me as heat builds in my center and my thighs become soaking wet. But when his lips surround my clit and he sucks, hard, I completely come apart.

My inner walls squeeze his fingers as I still use them to ride out my release. Once I'm finished, once my climax completely rips through me, he's still inside me. Pumping his fingers in slow thrusts.

My breathing slows, finally allowing me to get a hold of myself. "That was..." I trail off still remembering the feeling.

He cocks his brow. "Oh, we're not done yet."

Jace pulls his fingers out and stands from the couch. He grabs my waist and picks me up. My legs are a little numb from my — well I'm just gonna say it— amazing fucking orgasm. He places his hands under my ass, holding me up and against him. My arms wrap around his neck.

"Where are we going?"

"To my bedroom."

This time, I'm not nervous at all.