Chapter 8 Jace #2
He’s strong, and he isn’t holding back as he tries to get me off him. Adrenaline and lust flow through me at not just his struggles, but how his rock-hard dick keeps scraping against mine.
Shane abandons his flailing and slams his knee into my back at the same time he uses his other leg to lift his hips off the ground. The move destabilizes me, and he’s able to tip our combined weight to the side, knocking me off him.
My back hits the cool mat with a hollow thud, and before I can react, Shane throws one leg over me and straddles my hips. His grin is triumphant as he grabs my wrists in his big hands and pins them next to my head.
“Now who’s on top?” he asks with a smirky smile that’s full of challenge and pride.
“Not bad,” I say, giving him a few seconds to enjoy the win. “But that would still be me.”
He looks confused, but before he can say or do anything, I plant my feet and thrust my hips up, knocking him off balance at the same time that I pull my arms down until my elbows smash into his knees, effectively breaking his hold on them.
The combination of moves throws him forward so he’s stretched out over me and has to dig his hands into the mat above my head to stop from face-planting. Taking advantage of his position, I wrap my arms around his waist and tuck my face against his stomach.
He lets out a surprised cry as I climb up his body like I’m climbing a rope until I’m sort of bear-hugging him from underneath with our chests pressed together and my cheek against his neck.
He teeters and wobbles as he tries to compensate for my added weight, giving me the perfect opportunity to trap one of his arms with mine.
That’s enough to destabilize him, and I roll us over so I’m once again on top, only this time my hips are between his spread thighs as I lie over him.
“Like I said, that would be me,” I repeat and grab his forearms so I can pin them to the floor as l press down on him until our bodies flush.
“What the fuck?” he splutters and yanks against my grip. “Did you learn that when you were learning how to dodge knives?”
I huff out a throaty chuckle. “Nope, that was from learning hand-to-hand combat.”
“Huh?”
“I told you, my brother and I have some unique hobbies,” I remind him.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Jace,” I pause. “At least I think I’m Jace. We’re not quite sure.”
He stops struggling and stares up at me like I just told him that the sky is purple and water isn’t wet.
“We don’t actually know which one of us is Jace and which is Jax,” I tell him like we’re having a normal conversation and I’m not lying on top of him while pinning him to the floor. “No one does.”
“What?” He blinks at me like a confused owl.
“Our parents mixed us up so many times when we were babies that they have no clue if we’re actually us. But since Jace is the older twin, and I got to be Jace, I’m sticking with that answer until proven otherwise.”
“You’re insane.”
“Getting warmer, but not quite.”
He rolls his eyes. “Are you going to get off me?”
“Do you want me to get off you?”
He pins me with a flat look. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re not exactly hating life right now.” I grind down on his cock. “You can’t deny that you’re as hard as I am.”
He bites his lip and lets out a soft moan.
Grinning down at him, I roll my hips to drag my cock against his.
He glares up at me, but the effect is ruined by his moan of pleasure when I do it again.
“You know what I think, Shaney?”
“Fuck you,” he snaps, but can’t stop the little gasp that escapes him when I lean over him so our faces are only inches apart and our bodies are completely flush.
“Only if you ask nicely.”
Heat and something I can’t read flash in his eyes.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” Letting go of one of his arms, I reach between our bodies and jam my hand under the waistband of his shorts so I can grip his thick cock through the soft material of his underwear.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, arching up into my touch.
“Mmmmm,” I rumble and give his shaft a long, slow stroke. He’s rock hard, and just like I thought last time we ended up like this, he’s definitely gifted in the dick department. “Can’t do it, can you?”
His mouth falls open in a gasp, and I squeeze his cockhead over his briefs.
“So big and thick.” Leaning closer, I put my lips next to his ear and whisper. “I bet you’d feel really good in my mouth. Do you want that? Do you want me to suck you until you come down my throat?”
His breathing picks up, and he stares up at me with parted lips as a flush spreads over his neck.
“Or maybe you’d rather fuck me?” I muse. “What do you think, Shaney? Do you want to see your big cock splitting me open? Watch me come all over myself because you feel so damn good inside me?”
He gasps and arches into me, but then seems to remember that he’s not supposed to show me how much he wants this, and once again tries to pull his arms from my grip.
I hold on to him with ease and give his earlobe a little nip, biting hard enough that little red indents from my teeth appear on his skin as I pull away.
His moan is loud and unrestrained, and this time he’s the one who rubs his cock against my hand as he seeks out some friction.
“Can you picture it?” I ask, watching his expressions like I’m going to be graded on them later. “Me spread out for you while you pound that big cock inside me? Or maybe you’d want me bent over and on my knees while you give me the fucking of a lifetime?”
His mouth goes slack as another loud moan falls from his lips, and he stares up at me with slightly glassy eyes.
Shane might be able to mask with other people, but after years of observing him, I’ve learned to see past the version of himself that he shows the world.
The guy is a chameleon who can shift and mold himself to be whatever he wants, or whatever he thinks others want him to be.
It’s exactly what I do, but unlike me, he does it to protect himself.
I do it because that’s just who I am.
But he can’t hold up that act around me, and it’s beyond satisfying to know that I’m probably one of the only people on earth who gets to see his raw and uncensored side.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I say again, slipping my hand under the waistband of his underwear.
He gasps when I grip his bare cock in my hand, and more of that adrenaline-fueled heat flows through me when I feel how hard and wet with precum he already is.
“That’s right.” I give him a few hard strokes that make his eyes roll back and a soft sigh fall from his lips. “You can’t.”
“Fuck you.” He tries to glare up at me, but it’s not all that convincing when he simultaneously lets out a low groan and bucks up into my fist to drag his shaft through the circle of my hand.
“That wasn’t a no.” Using my thumb, I spread the little beads of precum welling up from his tip around his thick cockhead.
He opens his mouth, and for a second, it looks like he’s going to tell me to stop or get off him, but whatever he wants to say dies on his lips when I dip my finger into his slit.
His cry of pleasure is loud and unrestrained and one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard, and my own cock throbs at the desperate look in his eyes.
He wants this, but more than that, he wants me.
Instead of stroking him again, I hold him loosely in my hand and take in every detail of his expression.
He looks completely wrecked, but his eyes are clear and shining with not just lust, but also challenge. Another pulse of need rushes through me, and a low growl rumbles out of my chest as he slowly wets his bottom lip with his tongue.
“Looks like you’ve got me,” he rasps. “What are you going to do about it?”
“What do you want me to do about it?” I ask, a smirk lifting the corner of my mouth.
“You could start by not answering my questions with other questions,” he says, irritation bleeding into his voice.
“I could, but it’s so much more fun to hear you say it.” I stroke my hand up his hard length, adding a little twist when I reach his cockhead. “Tell me what you want.”
He glares up at me, his lips in a tight line, but he can’t hide how his hips twitch up, silently begging for more, when I stop.
“You could always show me if you’re not feeling talkative.” I give his head a hard squeeze.
His glare deepens as two spots of color appear on his cheekbones.
I huff out another throaty chuckle. “Or.” I lean closer so our lips are less than an inch apart. “I can make you enjoy it.”
His eyes widen, but not with shock, as he pulls in a gasping breath.
He’s into the idea.
That makes two of us.
Letting go of his cock, I push myself up so there’s a little bit of space between our bodies and wrap my hand around his throat.
His eyes widen, then glaze over slightly when I apply just enough pressure to let him know who’s in charge without cutting off his air at all.
“Take your cock out,” I tell him, my voice coming out low and a bit growly.
He blinks up at me but doesn’t otherwise move.
“Now.” I squeeze his throat a bit harder.
Slowly, he lifts his free arm and reaches between us, his eyes never leaving mine. I wait as he tugs the front of his shorts down and fishes his cock out.
“Good boy.” I add a little purr to my voice just to be annoying and loosen my hold on his neck.
He glares up at me. “Fuck off with that shit.”
“You don’t want to be my good boy?” I ask, shifting so the material of my sweats rubs over his bare dick.
“Fuck you,” he groans, his eyes fluttering closed as he presses up against me.
“That’s fine.” Leaning down, I put my lips next to his ear. “Bad boys are way more fun to break.”
His eyes fly open, and he presses his palm against my chest like he’s about to shove me off him.
“I’d think twice before you do that,” I warn him and squeeze his throat hard enough to restrict his air. A pathetic gurgle bubbles up from his chest as he tries to suck in a breath.
He drops his hand, his eyes wide with panic as he lies passively under me.
I loosen my hold on his throat, and the fear fades from his eyes.