I’m on my knees in the living room, Jace’s c**k sliding deep into my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair as he thrusts with a rhythm that makes my thighs clench. The plush rug burns my knees, but I don’t care the taste of him, salty and hard, has me dripping, my shorts soaked through. It’s 3 a.m., the house dark and silent, Mom supposedly asleep upstairs. The thrill of screwing her fuckboy on her pristine couch makes every nerve in my body sing.
We’d been reckless tonight. After our car hookup, Jace snuck in through the patio, catching me in the living room with a look that promised trouble.
“You’re insatiable,” he’d whispered, pushing me to my knees before I could protest. Now, his jeans are around his thighs, his groans low and guttural as I swirl my tongue around him, my hands grippi
