Accidental Life (On Hold)

Chapter Sixteen

Clary's POV

Jace drove us home that night, since I'd had a few beers. I wasn't drunk by any means, but I definitely wasn't able to drive either.

"Inside, girls." Jace grabbed Lily from the backseat and unlocked the front door for us. "I will put her to bed and you can change into your pajamas." I nodded and walked up the stairs with him trailing not far behind.

I stripped from my clothes and put on a black oversized t-shirt and black panties before brushing my teeth and sitting down on my bed, covering my legs with the comforter.

"Alright, she is asleep in her crib and I put a sippy cup of water in there in case she wants it in the middle of the night."

"Thanks. You've been great with her." There was a long moment of silence before he spoke again.

"My parents died when I was ten." This caused me to look up at him.

"But, Maryse and Robert-"

"Are my adoptive parents. I was in a group home for a month before they adopted me. I've had sex with a lot of girls in my life and mom says it's because I wanted to feel something with them, but I never did. Until you. I really, really like you, Clary."

"You want to know my secrets?" He nodded and I patted the space in front of me, so he came and sat down. "It's a really long story and a horrible one."

"I can handle it. Just tell me."

"My mother beat me when I was younger. From childhood up until I was fifteen. She'd hit me, kick me, throw beer bottles at me. Her boyfriends, drug dealers, they joined in when I was a kid, but it got worse when I was eight or nine. They started raping me and I was too afraid to tell anyone.

They kept doing it until I was fifteen and one of them almost beat me to death. I was in a coma for four months and when I woke up, my mother was in jail for child abuse, child neglect, possesion of drugs. I was happy about it. So, I was put into the foster care system and dealt with three years of abuse until I was eighteen.

The night that I told you I was pregnant, I went to a party with my dad and Jon. For the most part, I was having a good time, until I saw him. One of the men that I hated the most. Sebastian Verlac, my most frequent rapist. He was the one that put me in that coma. I tried to leave, got in the elevator. But, he followed me.

He punched me, choked me and I had a panic attack on the way back to my apartment. About a year later, he raped me again. Surprised me on my way home from work, dragged me into an alley. I didn't tell Simon because he was planning the wedding and I didn't want him worrying about me. I wanted him to focus on the wedding.

The abortion I had-"

"You told me that you couldn't have his baby. It was his. A rape baby." I nodded, the tears falling at a rapid pace. "And, the phone calls?"

"My mother. She was released from prison a few weeks ago and wants me to forgive her, which will never happen. I hate her. She ruined me."

"I am so sorry. One more question." I nodded. "Why did you freak out the morning after we had sex?"

"You were my first in seven years." His eyes bulged.

"What? You didn't have sex for seven years?"

"I just couldn't bring myself to do it. You were the only person I had sex with that didn't rape me. But, I was drunk, so I don't even remember it."

"You've really never had real sex before?"

"Not really." I wiped at my eyes as I stopped crying.

"Do you want to?"

"Want to what?"

"Have sex. I want to show you how good it can be. When you remember it and aren't being forced."

"I-I don't know."

"I don't want to pressure you into it. I want it to be your choice."

"I want to do it. But, this doesn't mean that I like you like that. I just want to have sex and see what it's like."

(Cue the smut! Extremely sexual from this point on! Read at your own risk!)

"Okay. You tell me if you want to stop." He slowly leaned in and kissed me, laying me back against the bed and hovering over me as we made out.

"You're beautiful, everywhere." I smiled and moved up to rest my head on the pillows whilst he took off his boxers and smirked as I gaped at his size.

We made out for a while before he moved down to my neck, licking and sucking the sensitive spot on my neck, leaving more than one hickey on both sides of my neck.

"Oh, god." I moaned and he licked his way down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body, all the way down to my extremely wet pussy.

"You're so fucking hot, Clary." He moved down and kissed my belly before going down even further.

His mouth attached to my bundle of nerves and I gasped, arching my back at the pleasure. "Fuck, Jace." I moaned continuously as he ate me out and I soon came all over him.

"You taste amazing, Clare." I attempted to catch my breath and Jace kissed me once again as he slid on a condom and lined himself up at my pussy.

The lust in his eyes was clear as his usually bright golden eyes turned shade or two darker. "Go slow at first? It's been a while." I asked and he nodded, making out with me as his dick slowly pushed into me.

I gasped and moaned into his mouth as his huge size filled me up completely. He groaned as my walls contracted around him. "God, you feel amazing. You're so tight."

He started moving slowly, working his way in and out of my pussy before speeding up his pace. After a few minutes, he was pounding into me like an animal.

Our loud moans and skin slapping were the only sounds to be heard around us. As I teetered on the edge of my orgasm, Jace turned to fuck me sideways and I came, long and hard, moaning his name loudly. "Fuck!" I yelled out and he came inside the condom.

He kept going and rubbed my clit fiercely as I thrashed around, my sopping wet pussy too sensitive for anything else.

"Jace, stop. Too sensitive." He smirked and kept going as I yelped and moaned. He ignored me and leaned down to suck on my clit, swirling his tongue around and licking me.

I screamed out as I came even harder than ever before in my life.

"Holy shit." I panted and he collapsed beside me, taking off the condom and throwing it away in the trash can.

"See how great it can be?" I nodded into his chest.

"I need to shower."

"I'll run us a bath." He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, and I soon heard the water running.

"I really had no clue that sex could be that good." I spoke as he came back and grabbed two towels, putting them in the bathroom.

"It can be amazing if you do it with the right person." I sat up and felt the pain in my lower half.

"I don't think I can get up." I laughed and he did the same, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom before setting me in the bath.

He got in behind me and I had to fight to stay awake. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Very much so. Thank you." He chuckled.

"You don't have to thank me for sex, Clary. Happy to have sex with you anytime." He kissed my cheek and I blushed.

How does he make me feel this way?