Dickmatized on the First Night

Chapter 1: Unexpected Heat

I never thought I’d fall for a guy like Jace. He strutted into the bar that night with a leather jacket slung over one shoulder, a smirk that screamed trouble, and a pair of eyes that could undress you without a word. I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly sprained something. 'Great,' I muttered to my best friend Lila, 'another wannabe bad boy who thinks he’s God’s gift to women.' Lila just laughed and shoved a tequila shot into my hand. 'Give him a chance, Sasha. He might surprise you.'

Surprise me, he did. Jace slid onto the barstool next to mine, ignoring the gaggle of girls batting their lashes at him from across the room. 'You look like you’ve already decided I’m an asshole,' he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel under tires. I arched a brow, sipping my drink with deliberate slowness. 'And you look like you’ve got a line for every woman in here. Am I wrong?' He grinned, leaning in just enough for me to catch the scent of his cologne—woodsy, sharp, and annoyingly intoxicating. 'Maybe. But I’m only interested in the one who’s not falling over herself to get my attention.'

Touché. I hated to admit it, but the banter lit a spark in me. We sparred for hours, trading barbs and laughs over cheap drinks. 'You’re not as slick as you think,' I teased, poking his chest after he tried to charm me with some cheesy pickup line about my eyes being a storm he wanted to get lost in. 'And you’re not as immune as you pretend,' he fired back, his gaze dropping to my lips for a split second. My stomach flipped, but I played it cool. 'Keep dreaming, leather boy.'

By midnight, the bar was a blur of neon and bad decisions. Jace offered to walk me home, and I—against my better judgment—said yes. The cool night air did nothing to douse the heat building between us. We stopped halfway down a quiet street, and he backed me against a brick wall, his hands braced on either side of me. 'Tell me to stop,' he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. I smirked, tilting my chin up defiantly. 'Why would I do that when I’m just starting to enjoy myself?'

His lips crashed into mine, and damn, it was like striking a match. Hungry, urgent, and unapologetic. I kissed him back just as hard, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. 'You’re trouble,' he growled between kisses, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. 'And you’re a walking cliché,' I shot back, nipping at his bottom lip. 'But I’m not complaining.'

We stumbled into my apartment, shedding clothes like they were on fire. My shirt hit the floor, his jacket followed, and soon we were a tangle of limbs on my couch. 'You’ve got a mouth on you,' he said, his voice husky as he trailed kisses down my neck. I laughed, pushing him back to straddle his lap. 'You’ve got no idea. But you’re about to find out.' His eyes darkened, and I felt him, hard and ready beneath me, pressing against my core through the thin fabric of my panties. My breath hitched, but I kept my cool, grinding against him just enough to make him groan. 'Tease,' he accused, his hands gripping my ass with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through me.

'Takes one to know one,' I retorted, leaning down to kiss him again, my tongue teasing his. I was already wet, dripping with anticipation, and I could tell he was just as horny, his cock straining against his jeans. The tension was electric, every touch igniting a fire I hadn’t felt in ages. We were sweating, panting, on the edge of something explosive. I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling with raw need. 'Let’s see if you’re all talk,' I challenged, my voice a sultry dare. His grin was wicked as he helped me undo the buckle. 'Oh, Sasha, I’m about to make you eat those words.'