His Waiting Hands In The Dark
# The Quiet Before The rumble of his bike had faded into the night, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than the growl of the engine. Maya stood in the doorway of his home—a converted warehouse with exposed brick and shadows that da
Chapter 1
The rumble of his bike had faded into the night, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than the growl of the engine. Maya stood in the doorway of his home—a converted warehouse with exposed brick and shadows that danced in the low amber light. Jace leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his worn flannel pushed up to reveal ink that twisted around forearms like secrets. A silver ring pierced his septum, catching the light as he watched her, and the scar that cut through his brow softened when he spoke.
“You gonna stand there all night, or come inside?”
His voice was gravel dragged over velvet, a contradiction that made her skin hum. She stepped over the threshold, her hockey duffel slipping from her shoulder onto the floor. She’d worn her favorite sweater—the one that hugged her curves and made her feel brave—but under his gaze, she was acutely aware of the small barbells hidden beneath the fabric, a secret she’d been too shy to reveal. Not yet.
Jace moved then, slow and deliberate, until he was close enough that she could smell leather and something warmer, something she wanted to bury her face in. He didn’t touch her. Instead, he tipped his head, his beard grazing his collar as he searched her eyes.
“You’re nervous.”
It wasn’t a question. Maya swallowed, nodding. “A little. I’ve never… I don’t want to mess this up.”
There it was—the truth hanging between them. He’d known she was a virgin, had told her once in a growl that he’d wait as long as she needed. But tonight, standing in his home, with the city lights bleeding through the windows and the world outside forgotten, she didn’t want to wait. She wanted him to teach her.
His hand lifted, palm hovering just over her cheek, a breath of space separating his skin from hers. “Look at me.” When she did, his eyes, dark as slate, held a tenderness that cracked her open. “You’re not messing anything up. I used to be an asshole before you—grumpy, mean. But you...” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “You make me want to be gentle. So that’s what you’re gonna get, sweetheart. Nothing rough, nothing you don’t ask for. Tonight, I’m gonna talk you through every second, until you’re not afraid anymore.”
Maya’s breath hitched. The way he said it, like a promise carved into stone, sent a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with cold. She thought of all the nights she’d laid alone, trying to chase the release that had always eluded her, never able to tip over that edge. But with him—this towering, pierced, scarred man who was watching her like she was something precious—she felt a flicker of possibility. Maybe here, in his arms, she could finally let go.
He saw the shift in her, the way her lips parted and her chest rose. A slow smile tugged at his mouth, playful despite the intensity. “That’s it. Feel what you’re feeling. There’s no hurry.”
Still, he didn’t touch her. The space between them crackled, a live wire suspended. She could see the faint outline of a piercing just visible above the collar of his shirt, and the thought of where else he might be adorned made her skin flush hot. He wasn’t just a biker; he was a man who had lived, who wore his stories on his body, and now he was offering her a chapter of her own.
Maya took a shaky breath and reached out, her fingers brushing the cool metal of his knuckle rings. “I want this. I want you.”
Jace’s nostrils flared. He turned his hand, capturing hers gently, and lifted it to his lips—just a graze of warmth against her knuckles. “Then we’ll start slow. When you’re ready, I’ll show you what it feels like to let someone else take care of you. And I want to hear every sound you make, Maya. Every single one.”
Outside, the city hummed on, oblivious. Inside, two people stood on the edge of discovery, the air thick with anticipation, not a single touch yet given in full—only the weight of what was to come, as tender as it was inevitable.
Chapter 2
Jace held her hand a moment longer, then released it, stepping back toward the hallway. “Come on.” His voice was quiet, but there was a warm, steady command in it that unspooled something tight in Maya’s chest.
She followed him through the open space, past a worn leather couch and a workbench cluttered with motorcycle parts, until they reached a door at the end of a short corridor. He pushed it open and flicked on a low lamp. The bedroom was simple—dark sheets, exposed brick, a window that looked out over the railway tracks—but it smelled like him. Leather and woodsmoke and something clean underneath.
Jace turned to face her, and for a long beat he just looked. Then he reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her temple, his knuckle ring cool against her skin. “Still nervous?”
“A little,” she admitted, her voice smaller than she wanted.
He dipped his head, bringing his mouth close to her ear but not touching. “Then we take it one step at a time. First, you’re going to kiss me. Just that. Nothing else. Can you do that for me?”
Maya’s lips parted. She tilted her chin up, and when their mouths met, it was softer than anything she’d imagined. He let her lead, his lips a gentle pressure that asked instead of took. When she sighed into the kiss, he made a low sound in his throat—something like approval, something like hunger.
He pulled back just enough to speak. “Good. God, you’re sweet.” His thumb traced the curve of her jaw. “I want to see you. Would you let me take your sweater off?”
She nodded, and his hands moved with excruciating care, lifting the wool over her head, then pausing. The lamp caught the small silver barbells that pierced each nipple, and his breath changed. “Look at you,” he murmured, not reaching out yet. “You kept these hidden from me.”
“I was shy,” she whispered, her skin prickling under his gaze.
Jace shook his head slowly. “You don’t ever have to hide from me. They’re beautiful.” He ran the backs of his fingers down her sternum, a feather-light trail that made her shiver. “Tell me—are they sensitive? Do you like them touched?”
“I don’t really know,” she confessed. “I’ve never… let anyone.”
A flicker of something fierce crossed his face, but he kept his voice gentle. “Then we’ll learn together. Come here.” He guided her to the bed, sitting down and pulling her to stand between his knees. He looked up at her, the scar through his brow a pale line in the dim light. “I’m going to put my mouth on you. Just here, just this. And I want you to tell me what it feels like. Every little thing. Can you talk to me?”
Maya’s throat felt thick, but she nodded. “Yes.”
He didn’t rush. He cupped the swell of her ribs first, his palms warm and dry, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow between her collarbones. He worked his way down, slow, until his beard brushed the sensitive skin of her breast. Then his tongue, velvet-soft, traced the edge of the barbell.
She gasped, and the sound hung in the air.
“Yeah,” Jace breathed against her skin. “That’s what I want to hear. Let it out. No one’s listening but me.”
He flicked his tongue over the bud, and Maya’s fingers curled into his hair. He chuckled, low and reverent. “Tell me.”
“It feels… like lightning,” she managed. “Like it travels all the way down.”
“Good girl.” He switched to the other side, giving it the same patient, teasing attention, until she was trembling. “I’m going to lay you back now, and I’m going to use my fingers. Just fingers. You tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop. We don’t have to go anywhere tonight except where you want to go.”
He eased her onto the bed, and she sank into the sheets, her dark skin a gorgeous contrast to the black cotton. Jace stretched out beside her, propped on one elbow, and his free hand slid down her belly, past the button of her jeans, resting just at the waistband. “Look at me,” he said. When her eyes met his, he asked, “Have you ever let anybody touch you here?”
“No.”
“Then I’m the first. I’m going to be so careful with you.” He undid the button slowly, and his fingers slipped beneath the denim, over the thin cotton of her underwear, pressing just enough to feel the warmth that waited there. “You’re already so ready for me. Can you feel it?”
Maya’s hips shifted, and a small, broken sound left her throat. “I… I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
He smiled, and the scar above his eye softened. “That’s just the beginning, sweetheart. Just the beginning. I’m not going to take you there tonight, not until you’ve learned every good thing your body can do. But I’m going to show you everything. Every sound, every tremble—you give it to me. Promise?”
“Promise,” she breathed, and her hand found his on the bed, lacing their fingers together as he continued to trace her through the damp fabric, talking her through the new, rising tide.
Chapter 3
“Lift your hips, sweetheart.” Jace’s voice was a low command wrapped in velvet. When Maya obeyed, he drew her jeans and underwear down together, the fabric whispering away until she lay bare beneath his gaze. He stroked up her thigh, pausing just shy of the dark curls. “Spread wider. Let me see you.”
She did, trembling.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, thumb tracing circles that never quite touched her wetness. “You’re already so slick. I’m going to taste you now. Tell me when it’s good—and when it’s too good. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she breathed, the word barely a sound.
Jace lowered himself, beard grazing her inner thigh. The first lick was a long, flat stroke from her entrance to the swollen pearl of her clit. Maya gasped, hips bucking.
“Just like that.” His lips brushed against her, the vibration a second touch. “Let me hear every sound. Does that feel good?”
“So—so good. I’ve never… oh.” Her fingers twisted into his hair.
He circled her clit with his tongue, careful around the barbell there. “This is yours, Maya. Your body learning pleasure. I’m going to suck right here… tell me if it gets too much.”
He drew the bud into his mouth, suction gentle, and she cried out. His forearm held her hips steady. “Talk to me,” he said, pulling back to lap at her opening, where her arousal gathered. “What are you feeling?”
“Like I’m climbing,” she managed, nails pressing his scalp. “Something’s building.”
“Good. That’s your orgasm building. But not tonight.” He slid two fingers inside her, slow, curling to find a spot that made her moan deepen. “I want you to feel this, but I’m not going to let you fall yet. I’ll keep you right on the edge until you know every inch of this pleasure. Then, when you’re ready, I’ll take you there.”
Her body clenched around him, desperate, but he eased his pace, bringing the crest down just enough. “Feel that? That’s you letting go of the rush. We’ll do this again and again, until you’re not afraid anymore.”
She panted, chest heaving. He kissed her mound once, then crawled up to claim her mouth. She tasted herself on his lips.
“How are you?” he asked, cupping her jaw.
Maya shifted, feeling the thick ridge of his cock through his jeans. “Jace, you’re…”
“Yeah.” He didn’t pull away. “But tonight’s about you. When we get to me, I’ll show you the thing that makes me different. No rush.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep now. I’ve got you.”
Outside, the city lights blurred toward dawn. Maya closed her eyes, her body humming with the sharp, delicious ache of not-quite-climax—a promise coiled tight, waiting.
Chapter 4
Maya woke to the smell of coffee and the weight of Jace’s arm draped over her waist. Sunlight slanted through the window, catching the silver in his septum ring as he propped himself on an elbow, watching her. “Morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?”
She stretched, the ache from last night still coiled low in her belly. “Good. But I…” She bit her lip, suddenly shy again under his gaze. “I woke up wanting more.”
Jace’s mouth curved. “Yeah? What do you want, Maya?” His voice was a gravelly invitation.
“I want to see you. All of you.” The words came out in a rush. “You said you had something different. I—I need to know what it feels like. Can I touch you?”
He brushed her hair back, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. “You can do anything you want. But we go at your pace. Tell me if it’s too much.” He swung his legs off the bed and stood, unbuttoning his jeans. When they dropped, his cock sprang free—thick and veined, and through the swollen head, a curved silver barbell glinted. “This is what I meant. It goes through the frenum. Makes everything more intense for me. And for a partner, it can rub in ways that…” He shook his head, a flush creeping up his neck. “It’s a lot.”
Maya’s breath caught. She knelt on the bed, eye-level with him, her fingers twitching at her sides. “Can I… taste it?”
“Christ,” he breathed, not a curse but a prayer. He stepped closer, his cock bobbing. “Just a little, baby. And you talk to me, okay? Tell me what you’re feeling.”
She leaned forward, and the first touch of her tongue was tentative—a kitten lick across the barbell. The metal was cool, his skin hot and salty. “It’s smooth,” she whispered. “And you’re so hard.”
“Because you’re looking at me like that.” His hand came to rest on her head, not pushing, just anchoring. “Do it again. Use your lips.”
She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently, and the piercing nudged the roof of her mouth. Jace groaned, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk. “That’s—yeah. The metal presses right there. It’s like a second tongue inside you.” He pulled her off with a tender fist in her hair, his chest heaving. “Wait. If you keep going, I’ll spill, and I want the first time I spill to be inside that sweet pussy of yours.” He tilted her chin up. “You understand? I’m not denying you. I’m saving it for us. Together.”
Maya nodded, her lips swollen. “I want that, too. But what about me? I’m still… aching.”
He smiled, easing her back onto the mattress. “Then let me take care of that.” He settled between her thighs, pushing her legs wide. “You’re soaked already, just from tasting me.” His fingers slid through her folds, gathering slickness. “Tell me how this feels.” He circled her clit, slow, the barbell at its hood catching the light as she squirmed.
“Like I’m on fire,” she gasped. “But good fire.”
“Good.” He added a finger inside her, then two, curling against that spot that made her cry out. “I want you to ride this edge with me. Don’t try to fall over. Just let it build.” He pumped lazily, his thumb barely brushing her clit, keeping her on that high plateau. “Breathe. Talk to me. What’s happening?”
“It’s—waves. Bigger waves. My whole body is shaking.” Her hands fisted the sheets, but she didn’t beg for release. She trusted him to hold her there.
“That’s it. You’re learning to feel every bit of it.” He leaned down to press a kiss to her inner thigh. “When we finally do this—when I’m inside you—you’ll know exactly how to let the pleasure take you.”
For long minutes, he kept her suspended, reading every tremble. Then he withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal, and brought them to his mouth, tasting her. “So incredibly sweet. Now come here.” He gathered her against his chest, his pierced cock heavy against her belly, but neither of them chased the peak.
They lay tangled, heartbeats thudding in sync. “Tonight,” Jace murmured into her hair. “Tonight, I’ll come home to you.”
Maya smiled, the edge still humming in her veins, but now it felt like a promise she could keep. “Tonight.”
Chapter 5
The warehouse was bathed in amber candlelight when Maya stepped inside that evening. Jace stood by the bed—their bed now—a bottle of warm oil in his hand and a look that made her pulse flutter.
"Strip," he said softly, no command in it, just invitation. "Lie on your stomach."
She obeyed, sinking into the sheets as he straddled her thighs. The first drizzle of oil hit her spine hot, and then his palms were spreading it wide, kneading knots she didn't know she had.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are when you let go," Jace murmured, thumbs digging into her lower back where ink curled over her hipbone—a watercolor fox he'd traced with his tongue last night but never named aloud until now. "This little creature here? It moves when you gasp." He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right over it while slicking oil down her ribs toward where those silver barbells pressed into the mattress beneath them both—hidden treasures only he knew about now because she'd trusted him enough last night not just show but *share* without fear or shame clouding either one’s eyes
She whimpered as his beard scraped sensitive skin followed by lips murmuring praise against each vertebra “Every sound you make goes straight through me sweetheart You get louder wetter freer… fucking stunning”
His hands slid lower parting cheeks thumbs grazing intimate places without demanding entry yet just painting wetness across every inch until even air felt indecently good against flushed flesh “Roll over baby Let me see what happens next”
When she turned onto bruised nipples caught candlelight—tight aching peaks begging for attention—and all he gave was another drizzle pooled between collarbones watching rivulets trace paths southward toward navel piercing glinting gold unlike silver elsewhere adding contrast whenever hips bucked involuntary seeking friction unavailable yet building anyway under nothing more than weight expectation breath ghosted across sternum before finally lowering mouth onto one swollen bud sucking hard enough make barbell click teeth
“Oh fuck—” cried surprised genuine raw delight bursting forth unchecked because couldn't help herself anymore couldn't contain wave cresting inside core belief finally safe enough soundproof walls witness transformation happening real-time beneath reverent touch words painting masterpiece audible canvas stretching wider brighter closer closer—
“That’s my girl,” growled withdrawing momentarily admire wreckage wrought simple act worshipful consumption “Now tell me what else needs saying”
“I need *you*,” choked out fingers scrabbling shoulders desperate anchor midst tsunami sensation crashing everywhere nowhere gathering point low gut incendiary promise about detonate spectacular fashion soon very soon…
He positioned himself aligned pierced head nudged entrance slick beyond measure readiness absolute certainty mirrored gaze locking hearts simultaneous surrender permission granted universe shifted axis tilted irrevocably toward homecoming inevitable glorious shattering…
Chapter 6
Jace didn't push inside yet—he let the cool weight of his piercing rest right against her slick folds, rocking just enough for the little curved barbell to kiss her clit with each teasing pass. Maya gasped, her hips twitching toward him, but he held steady, one big hand pressing her thigh open while the other guided his cock, letting the metal bead paint slow circles through her wetness.
"You feel that, sweetheart? That's just the start." His voice was gravel-soft, threaded with awe. "I'm gonna let it stretch you open. Nice and slow. You tell me the second it's too much."
He notched the broad, ringed head at her entrance and pushed—barely—just enough to let the barbell's cool curve press against her tight, untouched opening. Maya whimpered, the sensation foreign and electric, a sharp ache melting into something molten. "Oh god, Jace… it's—"
"I know, baby. Breathe." He held still, his bearded jaw tight with restraint. "You're so fucking tight around just the tip. Look at me." Her dark eyes, glassy with sensation, locked onto his. "That's it. I'm not going anywhere."
He eased deeper, a fraction of an inch, and the ring inside her—a second piercing, a prince's wand—rolled against her inner walls, stretching her with a deliberate, languid pressure that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She cried out, raw and loud, and the sound spilled from her in a way she'd never imagined. Jace's low groan answered her.
"There's my vocal girl. Let me hear it all."
He sank in another inch, then another, each tiny thrust a lesson in patience. The barbell caught at her entrance every time he withdrew, tugging, teasing, before he slid back deeper, coaxing her to open, to accept. "You're taking me so perfect. How's it feel to have that ring inside you?"
"Full… so full, Jace, I can't—" She clutched his shoulders, nails biting ink.
"You can. You are." He kissed her forehead, her parted lips. "Now let me make you come. I want to feel you pulse around me first."
He began a slow, rocking rhythm, not pulling out fully, just grinding his piercings deep, the metal nub dragging over that secret spot he'd found with his tongue. Maya's moans turned into fractured cries, her body winding tighter and tighter, and when he murmured against her ear—"Let go, Maya. Come for me. Right now."—she shattered.
Her climax seized her, muscles clenching down around his cock in rippling waves, each spasm tugging at the barbells. She screamed his name, back arching, and Jace drove one final, shuddering thrust home, burying himself to the hilt as his own release wrenched free—hot pulses filling her, marking her, while he buried his face in her neck and groaned like a man undone.
For long moments they stayed welded together, chests heaving. Finally Jace brushed damp hair from her temple, his voice wrecked with tenderness. "You okay?"
Maya smiled, boneless and glowing. "More than okay. I… I came. I actually came."
He chuckled, kissing her grin. "Told you. Now we've just got a lifetime to practice."
Chapter 7
Morning light slanted through the warehouse windows, pale gold against the rumpled sheets. Jace propped himself on one elbow, tracing the slope of Maya's bare shoulder with his gaze before leaning down to press a warm kiss to the knob of her spine. She stirred, a soft sound escaping her lips, and he smiled against her skin.
"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, working his way down her back. Each kiss landed on a new vertebra, slow and reverent. "You have no idea how good you look in my bed."
Maya hummed, still half-asleep, but her hips shifted instinctively as his beard grazed the small of her back. "Jace…"
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Feels nice." Her voice was thick with sleep and something warmer.
He kissed the dimple just above the swell of her ass and sat back on his heels. "I want to try something. You trust me?"
She twisted to look at him over her shoulder, dark eyes still soft. "Always."
"Get on your hands and knees for me." Jace guided her gently, one big hand spanning her hip while the other pressed between her shoulder blades. "Arch your back—just like that. Fuck, look at you. Perfect."
Maya's breath hitched as she felt the cool air against her exposed sex, still slick from the night before. She heard the low rumble of approval in his chest before she felt the blunt, cool weight of his piercing notch against her entrance.
"Gonna take you like this," he said, his voice rough with restraint. "Slow. I want to hear every sound you make. Nothing held back—you understand?"
"Yes, Jace."
He pushed in, just the barbell's curve stretching her open, and Maya moaned—louder than she'd expected, the position making everything feel deeper, more exposed. Jace groaned, sliding another inch.
"That's my girl. Let me hear it."
"I feel so—oh god—so full."
"You are full. Taking my cock so deep like this." He bottomed out, the metal ring inside her dragging along her walls, and she cried out, fingers fisting the sheets. "That's it. Sing for me, Maya. Let go."
He set a rhythm—slow, relentless—and with every thrust she gasped, words tumbling out unfiltered: his name, pleas, praise. Jace drank it in, his own control fraying as her slick heat pulsed around him.
"C'mon, baby. Come on my cock. Now."
Maya shattered with a scream, her climax milking him hard, and Jace followed with a guttural groan, spilling deep as he pressed his forehead to her spine, both of them trembling through the aftershocks.
He pulled her gently against his chest, still joined, and kissed her temple. "You're incredible, Maya."
She laughed, breathless and glowing. "You're not so bad yourself."
Chapter 8
The sheets were still warm, twisted around their legs, when Maya pushed up onto her elbow and traced a shy line down Jace’s chest. Her fingers paused over the dark ink of a snake coiled around his ribs, then she whispered the confession that had been burning in her throat since the first time she’d seen him shirtless.
“I want to watch you touch yourself,” she said, voice barely audible. “Show me how you like it. So I can do it better.”
Jace’s eyes, heavy with sleep, sharpened into something darker and more awake. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned back against the headboard, settling the pillows behind his shoulders, and let his legs fall open. The sheet slipped away, revealing the thick length of his cock already half-hard against his thigh, the silver barbell through the head catching the morning light.
He took himself in hand without preamble, fingers wrapping loose and tight by turns, showing her the rhythm first—slow, almost lazy strokes from base to tip, his thumb dragging over the wet slit, then circling the metal ring that pierced through the crown. A low breath escaped him, not quite a moan, as he twisted his wrist and let the barbell press into the sensitive underside.
Maya sat cross-legged at his feet, eyes wide, her own hands sliding unconsciously to her breasts, then lower, cupping the heat between her thighs. She mirrored each gesture he made: the way he cupped his balls with his free hand, rolling them gently; the way he spat into his palm and let the slick sound fill the quiet room; the way he squeezed the base hard enough to make the skin flush purple before releasing with a shudder.
“Watch,” he said, the only word he allowed himself, and she did, her breath coming faster as his strokes grew tighter, faster, the barbell a glinting blur. Her own fingers found her clit, circling in time with his hand, her hips rocking against the mattress.
His stomach tightened, a thick vein standing out along his cock as pre-cum beaded and dripped down his knuckles. He tugged once, twice, three more times, his head falling back with a guttural sound torn from his chest, and then he was coming—thick white spurts striping his belly and chest, the metal ring twitching with every pulse. Maya cried out at the sight, her own climax snapping through her like a live wire, her thighs clamping around her hand as she watched him empty himself.
For a long moment neither moved. Then Jace opened his eyes, reached out, and pulled her up against his heaving chest, his cum smearing warm between them. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple and held her there, both of them trembling through the aftershocks, the lesson complete and the morning just beginning.