Loni

Jace can't keep his hands off me.

I'm happy with my decision to head back to his place because I want to fuck, and I don't want to worry about other people interrupting.

Jace would have been content doing me wherever. He was ready to fuck me right there on that balcony. Sitting in the back seat of the dark uber, he's right next to me, our bodies touching, and his hand is in my shorts.

His devilish grin brushes against my cheek as my hips sway against his touch. It takes everything in me not to moan out his name. It also takes everything in me not to orgasm in the backseat of this Uber.

Jace is rubbing my clit with his index finger. Fast, until I'm digging my nails into the fabric of the seat, curling my toes with intense pleasure, covering my mouth with my hand trying to control my breathing. But then he slows down, barely touching it, torturing me, teasing me, not allowing me to reach my climax.

When we arrive at the apartment complex, I don't think I've ever jumped out of a car faster in my life. I hope I didn't break the man's door. But honestly, the only thing on my mind right now is Jace and his golden dick.

We stumble into his apartment, lip locked and hungry for sex. I barely step foot into his bedroom and he's already ripped off all of my clothes. It was easy though, considering there was only one remaining button on my shirt.

He's naked now too. Picking me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and he presses my back against the wall.

"Fuck, I need a condom," he groans.

I grab his hands before he is able to let me down on the floor. "I'm on the pill," I say, smashing my lips to his. I pull away quickly and stare at him. "Wait, are you, have you been--"

"I'm clean."

That's all I need to hear. I smash my lips into his again and his fingers dig into my bare ass. He's been with a lot of women and I needed to make sure we are being safe. But now I know and I'm ready to feel him fuck me raw.

It's honestly amazing to me to see all the tricks Jace knows. M and Eric only did missionary. But now I'm being fucking against a wall and I love every second of it.

Jace's hands hold me up under my ass. He thrusts his hips forward and he fills me up completely.

"Fuck," I groan. Over and over I curse in his ear. The pleasure is too much. After being teased for nearly thirty minutes in the car, it feels too good that I can't come.

Keeping himself inside me, Jace walks over to the bed and lays on his back.

I'm sitting on top of him, frozen, because from him laying down, he pushed himself deeper inside of me. My mouth hangs open as I take in the feeling. My walls clench around him and he groans, biting his lip, leaning his head back further into the mattress.

"Ride me. Make yourself come."

I follow his command. I rock my hips back and forth, adjusting my body to his length.

His hands slide up my thighs and his thumb brushes over my swollen bundle of nerves. I gasp and he rubs it faster.

I move myself up his erection but lower myself before he's out. Slowly, I continue this motion, and it drives him fucking crazy.

"Just like that."

I speed up.

"Fuck, Loni."

His hips buck. He's about to come. So am I. He pinches my clit between his fingers and I go over the edge. My pussy clenches around him and he twitches inside of me. We ride out our release together. He says my name, and I say his.

Jace sits up, wrapping his arms around me, keeping me positioned on his dick. He moves his hips gently upwards, filling me all the way.

"I don't think I can take coming again," I say, breathlessly.

He smirks. "We'll see about that."

It doesn't take long the second time. All he does is subtle move inside of me. He sucks on my nipple while rubbing the other one. And I come apart.

My nails dig into his back. I bury my face in the crook of his neck to muffle my cries of pleasure. I throb around him and he curses under his breath at the feeling.

For a moment, we sit just like that. His arms are still wrapped around me tightly, my heated face buried against his cool skin. It feels like we are the only two people in this world.

Jace is more than just a fuck buddy. I feel like I need to admit that now. But I can't let these lines get any more blurred no matter how much I want them to. I should go, now, before I make our arrangement even more complicated.

I move off of him and sit at the edge of the bed. Waiting for my legs to feel less like jelly before standing up.

"What did Eric do to you?"

My body stiffens. "What?" I ask, not looking at him.

"I know he hurt you, but I want to know what he did."

I should get up and leave right now. But instead, I say, "You got any alcohol in this place?"

I stand up, slip my underwear and shorts back on, and I grab his t-shirt, which isn't a smart move on my part. His scent surrounds me and makes my legs weak all over again. But I walk into the kitchen before I can dwell on the feeling for too long.

Jace appears behind me wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. His abs and broad shoulders make my mouth water.

I open the cabinets and finally find a bottle of Don Julio. Inside the same cabinet are a few shot glasses. I fill one up for myself and toss back a shot. It doesn't even burn because I know this conversation will hurt worse.

I shouldn't even tell him. He doesn't need to know. But the look on his face. The half-grin. His saddened eyes. It all makes me want to spill my guts.

But I need another shot first.

I throw one more shot of tequila back and swallow it. The back of my throat feels a little numb now. I put down my glass and sit on top of his counter. The cold stone chills the backs of my thighs.

Jace leans against the counter opposite to me. Crossing his arms over his chest, he cocks his head to the side, waiting for me to talk.

I exhale, deep and long, stalling for a moment to collect my thoughts. "Eric is my ex-boyfriend."

"Yeah, I gathered that much," he quips.

I roll my eyes. "We dated for," I flap my lips while I think. "About a year. Maybe a little longer." My throat constricts. Fuck, I hate talking about this. It makes me feel disgusting. Used.

Jace adjusts his stance, like the sight of me getting flustered is affecting him in a negative way.

I lick my dry lips. "I was a virgin the entire time we dated. Until one night I decided I was ready. We had sex. And no more than a minute later, he broke up with me." I let out a snarky laugh. "He even told me before he left that he was planning on breaking up with me that night. But I wanted to have sex, so he fucked me anyway."

"That's so fucked up, Loni."

"Yeah." For some reason, I'm smiling. Looking back on it now, I can't believe I ever thought I loved that asshole.

But tonight, I had the upper hand. I turned him down. Were they just his drunken words, telling me he loved me? Probably. Either way, Eric is completely out of my life. I don't care about him anymore. I will never think of him ever again. He doesn't exist to me anymore.

Does this make me bitter? A bitch? I don't think so. I deserve every happiness this life has to offer, as Jace so kindly pointed out. Eric doesn't deserve me at all. He doesn't deserve my breath, my thoughts, or my love.

"Well I know one thing," Jace starts while pouring himself a shot and tossing it back. "The guy has to be gay."

"What do you mean?" I laugh.

"There is no way," he takes a step toward me, "that he fucked you, right here," he rubs his hands between my legs, electing a moan from the back of my throat, "and had the ability to leave you."

I move my hips, rubbing myself against his palm. But before I can give into another temping touch, Jace pulls his hand away.

"Well, whatever the reason is, he doesn't deserve a girl like you."

Damn, every time this guy speaks it's like he's setting my soul on fire. We have the same thoughts. It's scary how similar we are. I mentally kick myself for telling Hadley that he's not my type because boy was I wrong.

I could fall for him. If I allow myself to, I could fall completely in love with him. But right now, my heart is too fragile for that.

"So, who hurt you?"

"Me?" Jace asks, pointing his finger to his chest.

"Yeah. You said you were hurting, same as me. That's what made you into your previous man- whore self. Was it a girl? Did she dump you? Break your heart? What?"

He half sighs, half laughs, running his tongue over his teeth. "That's a story for another time."

"Oh come on," I whine. "I told you about mine. Tell me about yours."

The front door swings open and slams closed.

"Aye, Jace, you here?"

"In the kitchen," Jace calls out.

Two men walk into the kitchen. I recognize them. I saw the blond one standing with Jace at the party tonight. And the other was from the karaoke bar.

"Oh, hey, you're the girl from the karaoke bar," the brown-haired guy says, pointing at me.

"I'm Loni."

"No shit?" the blond says. "The girl from the app, with the sex plan." He stares at Jace with wide eyes. "I'm Kaden." He holds his hand out to me and I shake it. "This is Asher."

"Hey," I say with a quick wave. Sure, I'm the girl with the app and the sex plan. Because that's a great way to be remembered.

"So are you two dating or something? Because my man here hasn't had a girl over like this in ages. Especially not one wearing his t-shirt," Asher asks, glancing between Jace and me before finding the tequila on the counter. He smirks and takes a swig straight from the bottle.

"Ah, it's no wonder why you didn't want to hook up with Monica tonight."

Monica?

You know what, it doesn't even matter.

"No, we aren't dating." Jace looks at me and grins. "Just having a little fun."

Kaden laughs, running his fingers through his shaggy blond hair. "So I see operation cock block worked well."

"Oh, so you're the one that was behind that?" I cock my head towards Kaden.

"All me, sweetheart," he smiles, shrugging his shoulders. "But the plan worked. You two are together now— well, having fun." He shoots a quick glance at Jace.

Part of me is happy Kaden devised that little plan. My sexual desires are being fulfilled exponentially. But I also want to slap him across his pretty face for making my life hell for a few weeks. It really is hard to be mad at him though, I mean he's just like Jace, and so is Asher. Hot as hell, goofy grin. What is in the water at Bayside?

"Well I'm happy you guys are hooking up," Asher says with his head in the fridge. "For a second there, I really thought my guy was playing for the other team if you know what I mean."

"No, I don't know what you mean," I say with intrigue.

Jace averts his gaze as a flush creeps up his face.

Asher retreats from the fridge with a container of blueberries. "I caught the guy looking at half-naked men on that Lust Me app."

"Oh, you were?"

Jace fluffs his hand in the air with furrowed brows. "It wasn't like that. It all goes back to the cock-block thing."

We all laugh.

"You know what, I'm changing the subject." Jace looks at Asher. "What the hell are you doing here, raiding my fridge? It's almost one in the morning. Go home."

Asher rolls his eyes. "Trust me, I was going to. But Tyler is there in a screaming match with Valerie. I'm drunk enough to listen to them screw all night. But I'm not drunk enough for that." He shoves a handful of blueberries in his mouth. "I'm gonna crash on your couch if you don't mind."

"That's fine," Jace laughs.

The four of us spend the next hour or so drinking and talking. It's pretty nice, getting to know Jace's friends. It's pretty easy to loosen up with all of the liquor flowing through my veins. I get a pretty happy buzz.

I'm not sure how we get to this point, but Kaden and I even do some karaoke in the living room, which I'm sure woke up some of the neighbors. But we are too wasted to care. I haven't had this much fun in a while.

I had every intention of leaving. But somehow, I end up spending the night with Jace in his bed. I guess it's okay because at four in the morning we did fuck. So I stayed over because it fell into no strings attached sex territory. Well, maybe? I don't know, everything seems a bit fuzzy right now.

What I do know is it feels damn good waking up in the morning with Jace's arms wrapped around me.