Chapter 7 Not Really Related 4

• Not Really Related 4
• [JACE]
• “Hey there, princess,” I murmured, sliding up behind Aria as she dried her body. I heard her step into the bathroom to have her shower, and I knew the exact moment she finished and went into her bedroom.
• “Good morning, Jace,” she whispered, letting out a small moan as I kissed her neck. “What are you doing? You know our parents are back.” Despite her words, she pressed her ass against me, her naked body flushing against my barely-clad one.
• Her skin was still warm, still damp from her shower. I wanted to taste every inch of it, consequences be damned.
• “Yeah, I do. But I just couldn't resist coming to you. You're all I can think about,” I mumbled against her shoulder, and she chuckled.
• “But what if they hear us? We'll be in trouble,” she breathed, and I smirked.
• “Not if we keep it down. I can do that, but can you? I know how you love to scream when I thrust into you,” I said, and she stopped grinding against my dick as she turned around to face me.
• “Is that a challenge?” She folded her arms, and my eyes followed the movement as her breasts were pushed up.
• “Whatever you think it is, princess,” I grinned, and before I could blink, she grabbed my neck and kissed me hard. I smiled against her lips, knowing I had riled her up on purpose, and she fell for it.
• “Let’s see who breaks first,” she whispered against my lips, her breath warm and challenging.
• I loved this version of her—bold, teasing, hungry for trouble. For me.
• She stepped backward, pulling me toward the bed like I was hers. And I was. Fuck, I was.
• “You know,” I murmured, dragging my lips down her neck as she sat, “you’re terrible at being quiet.”
• She smirked, eyes heavy with heat. “Then you better keep my mouth busy.”
• Her smirk was a challenge, an invitation to a dance of stolen moments and whispered secrets. I took it, my hands gripping her hips as I lowered her onto the bed, my body covering hers. Her skin was soft and warm, her heartbeat pounding against my chest. I could feel the tension in her, the electric charge that crackled between us, a mix of anticipation and the thrill of danger.
• I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her. She moaned softly, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I captured her lower lip between my teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with my tongue. Her breath hitched, and I felt her body tremble beneath me.
• My hands roamed over her curves, memorizing every inch of her. I cupped her breast, my thumb circling her nipple until it hardened, a small gasp escaping her lips. I leaned down, taking the tight bud into my mouth, sucking and nipping until she was squirming beneath me. Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer, her body arching to meet mine.
• A creak in the hallway made us freeze. Aria's eyes widened, and I placed a finger over her lips, my heart pounding. We held our breath, listening. The sound of muffled voices drifted through the door, our parents talking softly. Aria's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath hot against my skin. I could feel her pulse racing, matching my own.
• "I want to make breakfast for the house, should I ask what Aria would want?" I heard my father ask from outside the room, and I froze momentarily. Praying to whoever was listening to not make him enter the room.
• "She's probably still sleeping, and she's always grumpy when she's woken up. She likes pancakes and scrambled eggs, so you can make that," her mother responded, and I sighed in relief, looking down at Aria who also looked relieved.
• They walked away, and I waited until the voices faded, then slowly removed my finger from her lips. She bit her lip, her eyes dark with desire and a hint of fear. I smiled, a slow, wicked grin. "Still want to play?" I whispered, my voice low and dangerous.
• She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I trailed kisses down her neck, my hands exploring her body. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness, her heat. She gasped, her hips bucking against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, then another, my thumb finding her clit and circling it slowly, teasingly.
• Her breath came in short gasps, her body tensing as I moved my fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot. She bit her lip, her hands clutching at the sheets, her body writhing beneath me. I could feel her getting closer, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers.
• I withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my mouth, tasting her. Her eyes widened, and she reached for me, her hands pulling at my belt. I helped her, shedding my clothes quickly, my cock hard and ready. She took me in her hand, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head, making me groan.
• She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste me, her eyes locked on mine. I threaded my fingers through her hair, guiding her as she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing as she sucked and licked, her mouth hot and wet.
• I pulled her off me, my breath ragged. "I need to be inside you," I growled, positioning myself at her entrance. She nodded, her legs wrapping around my hips, pulling me closer. I thrust into her slowly, feeling her stretch around me, her inner walls clenching tightly.
• I started to move, my hips rolling as I thrust into her, each movement deliberate, slow. She met my thrusts, her body arching to meet mine, her breath coming in short gasps. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans.
• The sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, the wet slap of skin against skin, the soft moans and gasps. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her inner muscles clenching around me. I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.
• She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her inner walls milking my cock. I thrust into her a few more times, then followed her over the edge, my body tensing as I spilled inside her.
• "Turns out you could keep it down, after all," I whispered, my voice still thick with desire.
• She grinned, her eyes glazed as she exhaled. "I told you I could. You should've never doubted me."
• I chuckled, brushing her hair off her damp forehead, still catching my breath. Her skin glistened, flushed and sticky, like a goddess carved out of sin. My fingers trailed slowly down her hip, following the line of her waist to where our bodies were still tangled.
• “You’re still inside me,” she whispered, a wicked grin tugging at her lips.
• “I know,” I murmured, thrusting my hips just a little—slow and deep, like a promise I wasn’t done. Her breath caught, nails dragging down my back with a hiss. “You think I could pull out that easy? After the way you moaned for me?”
• She whimpered, arching beneath me again. I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, my lips grazing her sweat-slick skin. “We should stop,” I breathed. “We really should.”
• “But you won’t,” she whispered back, voice shaking with anticipation.
• I smirked, cupping her jaw and tilting her face to mine. “No, princess. I won’t.”
• Then I started to move again—slow, torturous rolls of my hips that made her eyes flutter and her breath hitch. The game was back on, and neither of us planned to lose.