Page 41 of Wanna Bet?

Jace rubbed light circles around her clit, revering the feeling. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening. With great effort, he tore his gaze away from her face, focusing back on his task. He continued to swirl his two fingers, pushing a little harder as she made encouraging sounds. He couldn’t see much from his standing position, so he blindly slid his palm forwards. The heel of it rested on her clit, so he was free to explore further with his fingers.

Jace slipped just one in at first, finger crooked in a way that he hoped she liked. Myah’s head fell forwards to his shoulder, her face turned towards him. She kept letting out little pants at his ministrations, breathy noises and air in his ear. He rubbed his palm against her clit with more force and pushed another finger in.

Myah started to push her hips forwards and then backwards, dragging his fingers out of her slightly, before practically slamming them back in.

“Yeah, baby,” he purred. “Use me. Ride my fingers ‘til you get off.”

Myah didn’t really seem like she needed an invitation for that. She set a pace that kept getting faster, pushing herself to the edge. She started to get louder, choosing to bite down on Jace’s shoulder to keep quiet.

Fuck, this was hot.

She whined into his shoulder and Jace chuckled a bit. “What pretty girl? You need my help too?”

“F-fuck off!” She pushed down rather aggressively in reply.

“It’s okay, I won’t make you ask for it,” Jace cooed, crooking his fingers to search out that special spot.

Myah came apart as Jace rubbed inside. Wet tricked down his wrist as she nearly vibrated off of the sink. Her vagina spasmed around his fingers, like she didn’t want to let go and Jace couldn’t help but feel a little proud of the accomplishment. Myah panted for a bit longer before declawing her nails from his shoulders.

Jace placed a kiss right onto her forehead, just to hear her laugh about it.

“Okay, my turn. Let me return the favor,” Myah purred, hopping down from the sink rather gracefully.

Jace had half a mind to protest, to say that it was okay, she didn’t need to do anything in return. But before he could even open his mouth, she had her fingers hooked in his belt loops again and he watched as she sank to her knees in front of him. Jace thought he was hard before, but now he was practically straining against his pants. Any thought of protest fled his mind as Myah looked up at him.

She deftly unbuttoned his pants and shoved her hand in, wrapping around him with little ceremony.

“Myah!” He yelped, nearly jolting forwards.

“What! Let me see!” Myah said, exasperated. “Do you not want me to blow you? Really, I’m doing you a favor here, do you know how dirty these floors probably are?”

That didn’t sound super appealing.

“Myah! You don’t have to be down there if you don’t want to!” Jace would never let her do something she didn’t want.

“Oh my god. Are you not into me?” Myah’s hands had fallen to her lap, her face screwed up like she was going to cry or something.

“What? No! I am very, very into you. Very into this!” Jace had no idea how they had gotten here. “I just want you to be comfortable. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want, or like, even kind of don’t want.”

Myah’s eyes flooded with tears.

Oh, no. Oh, no!

“Myah! I really like you, what’s happening?” Jace cupped her face in both of his hands, tilting her head up.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” She stubbornly brushed away any sign of crying. “I’m fine. I'm normal. You’re the weirdo that doesn’t want a blow job.”

What!

Myah sniffled a bit.

“I am not weird! I would very much like a blow job, but, like maybe this isn’t the moment. Maybe you should get up off the floor or something.” Jace wanted things to stop spiraling out of his control.

“I don’t understand you,” said Myah, the most confusing girl in the world. “I thought… I thought maybe you didn’t want me because you actually didn’t like me or something.”

“What! No! You honestly just kind of startled me at first. I wasn’t trying to be off putting or anything.”

“Oh my god, you ruined the mood.” She lamented, finally (finally!) smiling again.