Chapter 8 Jace #3
“Take my dick out,” I tell him in that same slightly growly voice from before.
He glares up at me but doesn’t fight as he slides his hand back between our bodies and grips the waistband of my sweats.
Slowly, he tugs them down until they’re sitting around the tops of my thighs.
“Take my dick out,” I repeat when he pauses.
A little smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. “Make me.”
Arousal like I’ve never felt before sweeps through me, and my entire body tightens as adrenaline pours into my system like water flowing through an open tap.
The sheer force of the onslaught of sensations makes me pause.
Shane is the only person I’ve ever had this kind of reaction to, and instead of the excitement waning the more we play this game, it’s only getting stronger.
“What’s wrong?” he taunts. “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”
“Oh, I can take it,” I tell him, shaking off my earlier hesitation. “The real question is, can you?”
He opens his mouth to answer, but the only thing that comes out is a loud moan when I press my still-covered dick against his bare shaft.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I lift myself off him and thread one arm under his body so I can flip him over.
“What the fuck?” he splutters as he lands on his hands and knees, his body stretched out in a sort of extended plank so he’s only about six inches off the mat.
Moving quickly, I drape my body over his and press his chest against the mat. He tries to push me off him, but this new position puts him at a huge disadvantage, and I use my knees to shove his legs apart so they’re spread wide as I easily catch his wrists in my hands.
He struggles under me, wiggling and pulling against my hold as he tries to escape, but all he manages to do is rub his ass against my cock as I yank his arms behind his back and hold him in place with one hand.
The friction feels incredible, and I take a moment to enjoy not just his unintentional frotting but also his genuine struggles to break my grip on him.
Every twist and turn of his body only serve to ratchet up my desire, and the sounds falling from his lips are some of the hottest I’ve ever heard as his grunts and groans fill the air around us.
Just like in every aspect of my life, I’m good at slipping into whatever role the person I’m with wants me to fill. It makes finding people to hook up with easy, but it also means that I’m left wanting more when things are done.
Most people want me to play one of two roles. They either want a gentle lover who’ll seduce and tease them until they “agree” to give it up, or they want a confident fuckboy who’ll take charge and give them a chance to let go and explore their slutty side.
Unfortunately for me, the people who’ve always been in my orbit seem to think that leaving the lights on or changing positions halfway through is peak sluttiness, and I’ve had to keep a tight lid on my true desires so no one finds out what actually gets me hot.
But not with Shane, and the fact that he’s as into this as I am is intriguing—and arousing—as hell.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice coming out in a low rasp as I yank the back of his shorts and briefs down with my free hand, exposing his ass to the air.
He freezes for a few beats, his body going completely still and stiff under mine.
Greedily, I rub my hand over the smooth swell of his ass, squeezing the full globes hard enough to make him whimper under me.
“I could fuck you right here, right now if I wanted to.” I taunt as I pull down the front of my briefs, finally freeing my dick.
He jerks as my shaft slaps against his ass cheek, and I use my body weight to keep him in place.
“But I won’t,” I assure him and shift so my cock slips between his cheeks and settles in his crease. “Not until you beg me.”
“Never going to happen,” he spits out and doubles his efforts to escape.
“Are you sure about that?” I reach under his body with my free hand as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt washes over me in waves.
“Because this.” I grip his cock in my hand and squeeze it hard enough to make him gasp.
“Says you’re as into this as I am.” I punctuate my point by dragging my dick through his crease, making sure to rub it against his hole.
“Fuuuuuck,” he says on a moan, drawing the word out.
“That’s it.” I give him a hard stroke. “Let me hear how much you want this. How much you want me.”
He sucks in a harsh breath and holds it in an obvious attempt at quieting his cries.
Rolling my hips in a gentle wave, I slide my cock through his crease, adding the slightest bit of pressure when my head rubs against his hole. I’m not pressing hard enough to breach him, but enough to remind him I could if I wanted to.
“Come on, Shane.” I stroke his dick again, spreading the little beads of precum welling up from his tip over his shaft as my mouth waters with the overwhelming desire to taste him.
That wayward thought makes me pause as it bounces around in my consciousness for a few beats.
I have no issues going down on people, but it’s not something I particularly enjoy doing. Oral is just another facet of foreplay, and I do it because it’s expected of me.
But my desire to put my mouth on Shane has nothing to do with obligation and everything to do with wanting to watch him come apart and know that I’m the one getting him off.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” I taunt, shaking off those thoughts as I give his dick another hard stroke.
His moan is garbled from his efforts to stifle it, and I rub my dick through his crease faster, moving in time with my hand as I start stroking him in earnest.
He whimpers when the ridge of my crown catches on his opening, and on the next pass, my tip dips inside him when he pushes back on me.
“Fuck!” he cries, jerking like I just zapped him with a cattle prod.
My cock pops free and slides through his crease, but the knowledge that I was inside him, even if it was just my tip, sends a rush of possessive desire through me that steals my breath.
His cock pulses as I slow my strokes, and he rocks his hips as he tries to force his dick to slide through the circle of my hand.
“Jace…”
The way he says my name, like a whispered prayer, floods me with more of that possessive desire, mixing with my almost feral need and creating something exhilarating. Something I could get addicted to.
“You gonna come for me?” I rasp, my voice coming out like I just swallowed a handful of gravel.
“Fuck you,” he says on a low moan.
I huff out an amused chuckle and stroke him faster. “That wasn’t a no.”
He mumbles something I can’t make out, and I bite down on his shoulder through the soft material of his shirt.
His cry of pleasure echoes in the room, and I grind my teeth into his hard muscle as he writhes and trembles under me.
He’s not the only one getting close, and I stroke him faster as I snap my hips and slide my cock through his crease at a dizzying pace.
“Come for me,” I whisper in his ear, then press my mouth against the tender spot just below it, nibbling and biting his skin as I suck hard enough to leave a mark.
He cries out and goes completely stiff, his body trembling as he tenses. Then he erupts, shooting his load over my hand as he comes with a feral cry I’ll be hearing in my fantasies for years to come.
I stroke him through it, wringing every last drop of his orgasm out of him as he empties all over the mat and squeezes his ass around my shaft, pushing me closer to my own release with every tight hold.
When his cries shift into gasps of pain, I abruptly let go of him and sit back on my heels, my hard cock sticking out in front of me like a divining rod that just detected water.
Ignoring my own impending orgasm, I flip him so he’s once again on his back and settle between his thighs.
He’s staring up at me with wild, desperate eyes, his chest heaving with panting breaths, and I have to tear my eyes from his face so I don’t give in to my orgasm and come right then.
He looks completely wrecked, and the mix of satisfaction and awe on his face is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Jamming my hand between us, I grip both of our cocks and press my hard shaft against his softening one.
He gasps and arches into me as more color floods his already flushed cheeks.
“Hold them,” I demand, my voice nothing but a harsh growl as dark desire and more of that possessive need mix together inside me.
He blinks up at me, but not in defiance. He’s still so rocked from his orgasm that he’s not fully with me, and that’s way hotter than it has any business being.
Bracing myself with one hand, I let go of our dicks and wrap my free hand around his throat. “Hold them,” I repeat and squeeze his neck just hard enough that his next breath comes out as a wheeze.
His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in a silent gasp when I press down and cut off his air.
“Now.”
He grabs my wrist with one hand, his eyes full of panic as he stares up at me.
“Now,” I repeat, my voice low and deadly calm.
Still gripping my wrist so tightly I can feel the start of bruises forming under his hold, he slides his other hand between us and presses our cocks together.
I can’t stop my moan of pleasure at the feel of his shaft against mine, and I release most of the pressure on his throat as I drag my dick through his fist, using what’s left of his cum as lube.
He’s watching me as intently as I’m watching him, and without any prompting from me, he squeezes us hard enough I see stars, but it’s the cocky, satisfied smile tilting his lips that finally sends me over the edge.
My orgasm explodes out of me in a burst of dizzying pleasure, and I drop my gaze to his torso as I shoot my load between our bodies and cover his shirt with ribbons of my cum.
The world blinks in and out as I’m hit with waves of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced as Shane furiously strokes my dick, prolonging my release until I’m nothing more than a panting, shaking mess over him when the pleasure finally ebbs away.
We stay like that for a few beats, just staring at each other as we both recover from our releases. A look I can’t read crosses Shane’s features, but it’s replaced with a cocky smirk as he lets go of our dicks.
It takes way more effort than I’ll ever admit to get off him, and I feel weirdly cold as I sit back on my heels and take in the sight of Shane all spread out and covered in my cum.
He looks good. Too good.
The smirk falls from his face under my scrutiny, and the wariness that settles over him is enough to break whatever spell we seem to have fallen under.
Silently, I climb off him and pull up my pants so my dick is once again covered and away.
Shane shakily sits up, and I don’t miss how he seems to look everywhere except at me as he fixes his clothes and stands.
I don’t like that he’s avoiding looking at me, and I have no clue why.
If he were anyone else, I’d be making excuses to get the hell out of there, but my usual flight instincts haven’t kicked in yet.
He finally lifts his eyes to mine, and the carefully blank look in them doesn’t fool me. He’s hiding whatever is going on in his head, and for some fucked up reason, that bothers me.
We stay like that for a moment, then he drops his gaze to the front of his shirt, and the mess I made on it.
“Great,” he mutters. “Now I’m going to have to walk back to my room half-naked. That’s not going to look suspicious or anything.”
I shoot him a cheeky grin and head over to the treadmill I was using before our little interlude.
“You did this on purpose,” he accuses and pulls his shirt off.
“Not on purpose.” I grab my sweater and t-shirt off the barre. “But I’m not mad about it. You look good in my cum.”
He pins me with a flat look as I walk back over to him. “Bet you’d look even better covered in mine.”
“You know where to find me if you ever want to find out,” I say and pluck his shirt out of his hand.
He makes a grab for it, but I step back and toss him mine.
He catches it with a bewildered look and silently watches as I pull my sweater on.
Tossing his soiled shirt over my shoulder, I pat my back pocket to make sure I have my ID and the dummy card, then give him a smirky smile before heading over to the door.
I can feel his eyes on me as I press the dummy card against the sensor to unlock it, and I glance over my shoulder at him as I pull it open.
“Good talk,” I call, and his befuddled expression melts into a familiar glare as I give him a little wave and sweep out of the room.