Anything He Wants

SYDNEY

It's been six months since I've seen Jace, and I'm so excited I can barely sit still. He grew up with my dad, and he's been a part of my

life since the day I was born, but the way I feel about him is anything but platonic. I know he's more than twice my age and that I really shouldn't feel this way about someone who watched me grow up, but the pussy wants what the pussy wants, and mine most definitely wants him.

I thought once I turned eighteen that I would act on it, but one thing led to another with his career as a professional poker player, and now I'm nineteen, a completely untouched virgin, and more than ready to make my feelings known. It's been pure hell following his career online, seeing all the beautiful women that surround him and not being able to do a goddamn thing about it. I'm horny, a little bit grumpy, and willing to do anything to get Jace's cock inside me.

When the doorbell rings, I'm on my feet and running down the stairs before my parents even have time to get up.

"I'll get it!" I yell as I pass the living room and race down the hall. When I open the door and see Jace's gorgeous face, I let out a happy squeal and throw myself in his strong arms. I know it's completely inappropriate, and I also don't give a damn.

He gives a deep laugh and wraps his arms around me. "Miss me?"

"Yes," I say, not even bothering to play coy about it. I squeeze him tighter and bury my face in his neck, breathing in the comforting, familiar scent of him. God, I've missed the smell of his cologne. I may have bought a bottle of it after he left and sprayed it on my pillow so I can smell him while I fuck myself at night. I don't mention this to him. Instead, I enjoy every second of being in his arms and then let out an irritated groan when he sets me down and takes a step back.

His green eyes run over me, and my heart gives a leap at the raw lust in his eyes before he scrubs a hand over his face and hides the heat away. I saw it, though, and it makes me feel downright giddy. Maybe this won't be as difficult as I feared it would be.

"I missed you too, kiddo," he says, rubbing my head like I'm not a fully grown woman who's dying to be fucked by him.

"Hey, you made it," my dad says from behind me.

I must look as pissed off as I feel because Jace shoots me an amused grin before stepping into the house to follow my dad. I trail after them, trying to come up with a plan to get Jace alone. My nipples are rock hard, and I soaked through my panties while he was hugging me, so now I'm all revved up with nothing to do but wait.

Following them into the kitchen, I hang back and lean against the counter, never taking my eyes off Jace. The black T-shirt he's wearing is accentuating all that hard muscle, and I smile when I see the deck of cards in his back pocket. He's always carrying around a deck of cards, and seeing that worn, rectangular outline over one firm-as-hell ass cheek causes an immediate reaction in my body. I swear if we were alone, I'd already had my shorts pulled off and my knees spread wide.

His deep laugh has me yanking my eyes from his ass to meet his very amused grin. Well, damn, he'd caught me eye-fucking him, and there was no use in even denying it, so instead I smile at him and lift myself so I'm no longer leaning against the counter. Knowing I was going to see him today, I'd worn my thinnest bra, the one I know doesn't do shit to hide nipples.

I feel a rush of victory when his eyes run hungrily over my body, stopping to take in my obvious, taut nipples. His jaw is clenched tightly, and when I see him curl his hands into fists, I make sure my parents aren't looking before sliding my fingers under my shirt. I have his entire attention now, and I can't deny the rush of power it gives me.

His green eyes meet mine, and I can see the obvious Don't you fucking dare! warning in them, but I ignore it. I give him a wink and start to slide my shirt up, grateful that my parents have their heads buried in the fridge while they rummage around for leftovers. Forcing myself to slow down, I tease him, showing him inch by slow inch until my tits are exposed. I'm still wearing the thin, lace bra, but I know he's getting a perfect shot of my rosy nipples and areolae. I can feel my hard nipples straining against the lace, begging to be sucked.

Jace holds himself perfectly still, but I can feel the tension rolling off him, and the dark look he's giving me is the closest I've ever come to getting fucked. It's like a caress all over my body, and before I pull my shirt down, I run my fingers over my tits, giving my nipples a good pinch that has him letting out a groan before I drop my shirt and my parents turn around.

"You okay?" my dad asks him, carrying a big plate of food to the counter.

"Just fine," Jace says, and I smile even bigger at how strained his voice sounds. "Just hungry all of a sudden."

"Well, you've come to the right place," I say, starting to feel downright giddy at how great my little seduction scheme is going. If it continues to go this easily, then I'll be riding that cock in no time at all.

He doesn't say anything, just watches me with those sexy, green eyes like he's trying to figure out what in the hell has happened. I don't turn away. I want him to see how badly I need him, how my body is aching for him, and how I'm more hungry for his cock than I have been for anything else in my life.

He finally looks away when my mom hands him a plate and steps aside so he can fill it. I take the opportunity to run my eyes over his tattooed biceps, loving the way his shirt strains against his hard body. When he's done, he surprises me by taking the barstool next to me. I hop up on mine instead of leaning against it and grab a roll off his plate to nibble on. He raises a dark eyebrow at me, making me laugh before taking a big bite. I've always stolen food off his plate, and he always pretends to be irritated by it, but I know for a fact that he grabs extra just so I can take it.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's hungry," he says, too low for my parents to hear.

"You have no idea," I say.

My parents leave the room, and as soon as they're gone, Jace drops his fork and turns to me. "What the fuck was that about, Sydney?"

"What was what about?" I ask, giving him a big, wide-eyed look of innocence.

"Don't bullshit me. Why'd you flash me your tits?" "Because I wanted you to see them," I say, because duh.

"But why?"