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“Oh.”

“Let me feed you,” he says, and it’s not a request. He moves the tray closer and then pats his lap. “Come here.”

I blink, unsure if I heard him correctly. “What?”

“Sit on my lap while you eat.” His smile is sweet, but there’s an edge to it. “You’ll be more comfortable.”

“I can feed myself,” I protest weakly, even though I’m secretly thrilled by his request.

“I know you can,” Jace says patiently. “But I want to do it for you.”

He doesn’t wait for another protest; he reaches out and grasps my waist, lifting me effortlessly and positioning me on his lap so my back is against his chest. I’m too shocked to resist, finding myself settled against his hard body, the warmth of him seeping through my clothes.

He leans against the bed frame while holding me close, and we sit on the floor.

“This is nuts.”

“There,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “Isn’t that better?”

“I think so,” I whisper, not wanting to admit it. His arm circles my waist, holding me in place, and I’m acutely aware of how easily he can control my movements. He reaches for the fork with his free hand, rolls the pasta, and brings it to my lips.

“Open,” he commands softly.

I hesitate, but the smell is too tempting, and my hunger wins out. I part my lips, and he slides the fork in, the flavors exploding on my tongue- creamy, garlicky, with a hint of herbs.

I can’t help the small moan that escapes me.

“Good?” Jace asks, his voice tinged with amusement.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He continues feeding me, bite by bite, his arm a constant pressure around my waist. With each mouthful, I relax a little more against him, the tension of the day seeping out of my muscles.

“Has anyone ever fed you like this before?” he asks after several bites, his lips brushing against my ear.

I swallow before answering. “No, never.”

“Mm, I’m not surprised. Your ex-boyfriend doesn’t seem like the caring type.”

I stiffen at the mention of Justin, but Jace just tightens his hold on me, continuing to feed me as if we’re having the most normal conversation in the world. Each bite is followed by his approving hum when I swallow.

“Mhm, good girl,” he says, and I find myself eating more than I usually would, eager for that small sound of praise.

As the plate empties, I become increasingly aware of a hardness pressing against my ass. Jace is aroused, his cock thickening beneath me with each small movement I make. The knowledge sends a jolt of heat between my legs, and I squirm, feeling myself grow wet.

“You smell so fucking good,” Jace groans suddenly, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling deeply. “Like honey and sex. It’s driving me crazy.”

“What?” I ask, shocked .

“Your scent,” he murmurs, his free hand now stroking my hip. “It’s always been good, but right now…I’m trying to keep it together.”

He inhales again, a deep, primal sound that vibrates through his chest.

“Let’s not lose it now,” I whisper hoarsely, trying to make a joke.

“Are you horny, Mia?” Jace asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Because you smell like you are.”

The question is so direct, so intimate, that I nearly choke on my food. But there’s no point in lying- not when I’m sitting on his lap with his erection pressing into me. Not when I can feel the dampness gathering in my pussy and leaking onto him.

“Yes,” I admit, my face heating.

“I thought so,” he says, his hand moving from my hip to my thigh, fingers playing with the torn edges of my leggings. “Why are you still wearing these? They’re ruined.”

His fingers dip through the tear, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I gasp, nearly dropping the fork as his fingertips brush against my bare pussy lips.

“I… I didn’t have time to change,” I stammer, my heart racing as his exploration becomes bolder.

“Mmm, too busy, huh?” Jace’s fingers part my folds, finding the wetness there. “Who did this to you?”

His middle finger circles my entrance, teasing but not entering, and I arch my back involuntarily, pressing my ass harder against his erection.

“Finn,” I gasp as his finger finally slides into me. “In the car. He- oh!”

“He what?” Jace prompts, his finger pushing deeper, curling inside me to hit a spot that makes my vision blur. “Tell me what Finn did to you. ”

I can barely form coherent thoughts with his thick finger working inside me, but something about the command in his voice compels me to answer.

“He fingered me in the car,” I admit, my voice shaky. “He tore my leggings and put his fingers inside me.”

“Like this?” Jace adds a second finger, stretching me with a delicious burn.

“Yes,” I moan, rocking my hips against his hand. “God, yes.”

“Did you come for him?” Jace asks, his voice strained as if he’s holding himself back.

“Yes,” I pant, dying to orgasm right about now.

His thumb finds my clit, pressing and circling while his fingers pump in and out of me.

My head falls back against his shoulder, the food forgotten as pleasure builds low in my belly.

His fingers are thicker than Finn’s, more callused, and the roughness against my sensitive walls sends sparks shooting up my spine.

“That’s it,” Jace encourages his lips at my neck now, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on my skin. “Let me feel you get wetter. Let me feel those tight little walls squeeze my fingers.”

I grind down on his hand, desperate to orgasm faster.

“Oh god,” I gasp.

“What did it feel like?” Jace asks, his breath hot against my ear. “Having Finn's fingers inside this sweet pussy? Did you like it?"

“Yes,” I admit, shame and arousal filling me. “I liked it. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Never let a stranger finger you in a car?” Jace’s laugh is husky. “Now you’re getting fingered by another stranger while eating dinner.”

“I like it though,” I moan, throwing my head back and opening my legs wider for him .

Jace’s growl is primal, and suddenly his fingers move faster, more deliberately, fucking into me with purpose. His thumb circles my clit with precise, firm strokes, and the pleasure coils tighter, a spring winding to its breaking point.

“You’re going to come for me now,” he commands, and it’s not a question. “You’re going to come all over my fingers like the good girl you are.”

The pressure builds and builds until I’m moaning, my thighs trembling, and my breath coming in short gasps.

“Jace,” I whimper. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me, honey,” he whispers, as he pushes his fingers into my drenched hole, thrusting in and out.

I cry out, my back arching and my pussy clenching around his fingers in rhythmic pulses. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, even more powerful than my orgasm in the car.

My head falls back against Jace’s chest as I ride out the aftershocks, his fingers still moving gently inside me, coaxing every last tremor from my body.

When I finally catch my breath, I realize I’m still grinding against him, his cock hard as steel beneath me.

“Please,” I whisper, turning my head to look at him. “I want you. I want your dick inside me.”

“Not yet,” he replies, echoing Finn’s words from earlier.

“Why? When?” I ask, frustration seeping into my voice. Why are they both teasing me like this?

Jace doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he slowly withdraws his fingers from me, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan that makes my pussy clench again.

“Soon,” he finally whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Very soon. We need to make sure you’re ready. Let me put you to bed, honey. ”

I am ready. But I decided to stop begging him since I’ll appear too clingy, which I don’t want.

Still holding me, he lifts me like I weigh nothing at all and places me on the bed.

“Oh no, I’m dripping all over the bed,” I exclaim.

“I can take care of it,” Jace says with a devilish grin, placing his head between my thighs as I widen my legs for him. His tongue shoots out as he begins licking my folds in gentle strokes.

He moves to my clit, and it’s like a shock of electricity shoots through me.

I gasp and arch into him. Before I know it, I’m grinding against his tongue as he laps up my wetness.

“You taste so fucking good,” Jace growls, slowly licking my folds and driving me wild. I widen my legs, giving him more access as he begins to suck on my clit. “So swollen and pink.”

“Oh god, Jace,” I scream when he sucks on my clit even harder. Suddenly, he rams his thick tongue into my hole, and I grip his hair for dear life. “Oh my god!”

When the orgasm hits, I can’t help but gasp. I thought I’d experienced orgasms before, but this one is in a league of its own. I feel like I’m shattering and coming back together, over and over again. I cling to Jace as I ride the waves of my ecstasy.

Jace chuckles softly as he nuzzles his face against mine. “I never want you to fall asleep without relief.”

“Oh god. Good night, I guess,” I say, but he lowers himself back between my legs.

“I’ll be sleeping right here,” he says, licking my wetness as my pussy continues to throb.

“All night?!” I ask incredulously, feeling more wetness seep down as shyness takes over. But he’s already seen everything.

“Yes, just keep your legs open while you sleep. Will you do that for me, honey? ”

“Sure,” I whisper, my face burning as I keep my legs spread for this giant of a man.

Whatever game these men are playing, I’m getting deeper and deeper into it. And the scariest part is, I don’t want to stop.