Chapter Thirty
Kayden
For the next week and a half, when Jace and I weren’t at work—where we often shared lunch with Olivia now—we were at his place fucking like rabbits.
I was becoming acquainted with several things in his drawer of tricks and learning a lot of about this incredibly kinky man of mine—and about the extremely variable nature of butt plugs, all of which had been fantastic so far.
When he’d said he was into everything, he’d meant everything.
There wasn’t a question or interest I’d shared that he wasn’t willing to explore, and I was ready to try it all with him.
I blinked my eyes open on Saturday morning to the sensation of something wrapped around my dick, confident Jace was giving me another one of my fantasies.
I’d always loved the idea of being aroused from sleep by blood rushing to my cock as I slowly woke up.
Sharing that interest with Jace last night had earned me a devilish smirk from my handsome boyfriend and an eager hell yes.
I peered down, looking past the ridges of my abs to find my dick growing in Jace’s hand while he smiled up at me from between my legs.
“Good morning, Kayd,” he said with a subtle eyebrow raise.
I moaned as he gently rubbed his fingers over my balls. There was an unfamiliar pressure around the base of my dick and blood rushed to fill the appendage as the high of what he was doing hit me.
“What are you doing there, babe?” I asked.
Jace’s tongue ran over the head of my engorged cock, and he moved his hand, revealing a black silicone ring around my shaft. “Pulling out some more tricks.”
My dick twitched, and the sensation against the ring sent a wave of pleasure through me.
“How are you feeling about sharing this little kink of yours so far?” Jace asked with a smirk.
I reached down, squeezed my aching cock, and pointed it at his face. “I’ll feel better if you start sucking me off.”
Jace smiled and hovered his mouth over my dick. I reached for the back of his head applying pressure as I pushed him toward my groin. Whatever this ring of his was made me need more stimulation right fucking now and I wanted his lips on me.
Jace resisted the push of my hand, his captivating green eyes on mine. “Tell me you love me again.”
I snorted and angled my hips up toward him.
He’d been coaxing I love yous out of me every day as if he still couldn’t believe it was true.
I was happy to tell him a hundred times a day for the rest of my life, but I also enjoyed teasing him.
“I love your mouth, Jace. Which is what I want right now.”
Jace shook his head, his lips brushing the sensitive head of my cock. “Try again, Kayd.” He darted his tongue over the tip, just skimming it, and the slight brush of contact made me close my eyes on a moan.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He gave me a slow sensual lick. “You’re the one making this a torture session. Just tell me what I want to hear, baby, and I’ll suck you dry.”
He kissed my dick, and I reached down and pumped it twice, unable to take the ache anymore.
Jace took my dick from me and wrapped his lips around it, giving me one long suck before pulling off and shifting up to kiss my lips. I feverishly pulled his mouth against mine, his hard dick pressed against my leg.
“I’ve found that you share your thoughts with far less filtering when I’m sucking your dick. Maybe I’ll get another monologic love confession if I suck you hard enough.”
I pushed his head back to my groin and he sucked my dick into his mouth.
I kept pressing until his nose was against my pubic bone, and I sighed in pleasure as his throat constricted.
“I love you, Jace. I love the way you make me feel. I love your drawer of goodies. I love the way you sigh after you come. And most of all, I love the way you take my fucking cock down your throat like you were made to suck my dick.”
Jace let out a long, contented moan and the sound sent a wonderful vibration through me.
He sucked gently, bobbing up and down. I’d been with a handful of men and women in my life, and no one had ever sucked my dick as well as Jace.
It was like he had some unnatural ability to mix up soft strokes with vigorous bobbing and hard sucks with swirls of his tongue in a way that provided the perfect blow job.
Every. Single. Time. My balls tingled with need as the pressure in them built.
The ring around my shaft made me impossibly harder and each of Jace’s sucks felt more intense, like I was constantly on the cusp of coming.
I squirmed, desperate for release. Jace squeezed my dick just above the ring and pressed a finger to the rubber, sending a shock up my spine as it started vibrating around me.
“Fuck me, Jace,” I moaned. “That’s incredible.”
He reached for the lube on the nightstand and slicked up his fingers, pressing two of them to my ass. “Get ready to fucking blow, baby,” he said, before returning his mouth to my dick. He pushed his fingers inside me and gripped my dick with his other hand, resuming his perfect blowjob technique.
Fuck, I wish it was his dick inside me. But then, I wouldn’t have his mouth.
“Oh,” I said, breathless as he found my sweet spot and thrust his fingers into it at an unrelenting pace.
The combination of his fingers in my ass, his warm mouth around my shaft, and the vibrations that I felt absolutely everywhere were too much.
The pressure in my balls burst and Jace moaned as the first jet of come hit his throat.
He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks as I cried out.
I looked down to watch him as his throat bobbed, swallowing another blast of my come.
He gently removed his fingers and rose from my groin, turning the cock ring off as he hovered over me. Sweat danced across my brow as I slowed my breathing.
I reached down and pulled the ring off my softening dick. “I’d offer it to you, but—” I smirked, pointing at the hard bulge in his sweatpants that pressed against my hip. “Might be a little late for this.”
Jace laughed and grabbed my face for a tongue-filled kiss, lining his dick up with the divot in my hip bone.
He bit my lip gently before tipping his head back, his hips still rocking.
“I’m so fucking close, Kayd. I could just rub off on you.
” He rubbed against me with abandon and moaned. “Oh, shit. I’m serious.”
I reached between us and slipped my hand in his sweatpants to grip his dick. He lifted his hips just enough for me to pull him out. “As hot as it is when you come in your pants for me, babe, I want to feel you pulse in my hand when you unload.”
He shoved his sweatpants out of my way and fucked my hand as I pumped my wrist.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Jace groaned. “I’m about to come, Kayd.” His hips picked up speed and his eyes rolled backward.
“Jace, there’s someone—”
Jace gripped my wrist, holding it in place as he thrust harder into my hand and smashed his lips against me.
“I don’t fucking care, baby,” he said sternly against my mouth.
His head lolled back as he erupted with a groan.
His come shot out of him, hitting my chest in bursts as he slowly relaxed the grip on my wrist and slowed his hips, moaning the whole time.
Jace always looked sexy when he came, and the way his lips were parted in blissed-out pleasure was enough to have me growing hard again.
Another knock at the door snapped Jace out of his trance, that beautiful look of pleasure morphing into the responsible guy to whom I’d grown permanently attached. “Shit,” he cursed, looking down at the mess on my chest.
“You get the door,” I said. “I’ll clean up.”
Jace scrambled to his feet and pulled on his sweatpants as he made his way to the bedroom door.
He gave my body one more appreciative glance before he pulled the bedroom door open, all of the sexy ink on his bare chest on display as he left the room, making me jealous of whoever was on the other side of that door about to check out my gorgeous man.
I grabbed a towel from the floor and wiped the come off my chest, listening carefully to hear who it was.
“Oh, Jace. Thank God.” The sound of Olivia’s breathless voice pulled my attention to them with such force I nearly ran right out the bedroom door too. I found my sweatpants on the floor and pulled them on as I walked toward the hall, grabbing my glasses from the nightstand.
“Liv,” Jace exclaimed, “What’s going on?”
Is Kaylee okay? I opened the bedroom door and walked swiftly to the kitchen to join them.
“I’m so sorry to just drop by like this, but my mom is at the hospital with Carl. I was hoping you’d be able to watch Kaylee—” Olivia froze as her eyes landed on me. Jace looked over his shoulder.
“Hey, Olivia,” I said with a small wave.
“You two walking around without shirts on is too much.” Her eyes shifted between us, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she looked positively lustful. “I’m sorry, I should have considered that you’d be here too. I should have called first.”
Jace reached for Olivia’s hand and the intensity in his eyes as he looked at her made my heart skip a beat.
He looked at her the same way he looked at me, like he’d walk through fire for a smile.
Jace seemed to love rarely but deeply. Once he loved you, you were his, and witnessing his love for Olivia only made me feel even more strongly about him.
“Don’t leave,” Jace said. “We’ll watch her together.”
Liv pushed Kaylee forward, looking between us again. “You really don’t mind? Mom’s been there for an hour already and she’s panicking.”
“What happened?” I exclaimed.
“My mother’s fiancé had a heart attack,” she said.
“Oh, Liv, I’m so sorry,” I said. “Do you want one of us to go with you?”
She looked between us and then at Kaylee. “No, I don’t know the visitation situation.” She bent down to Kaylee. “I’m going to go see Grandma and you’ll stay here with Jace and Kayden, okay?”
“Sure,” Kaylee said, shrugging off her backpack. “Kayden, do you want to see my new book about outer space?”
I grinned at the knowledge that she wanted to share something with me. “Sure, kiddo. Let me go get dressed first.”
“Okay,” she said, heading for Jace’s couch.
“Have you eaten breakfast, Peanut? We can make pancakes,” Jace said.
“Pancakes!” Kaylee yelled. “With blueberries?”
“Sure thing,” Jace said before turning to Olivia. “Are you sure you want to go alone?”
I walked back to the bedroom but I could still hear them as I found one of Jace’s shirts on the floor and pulled it over my head.
“Yeah. It’ll be good for Kaylee to spend time with you both together. Did Kayden tell you she wants you both to be her dad?” Olivia asked.
“He did,” Jace said. “I’m pretty sure we’re up to the task.”
Olivia laughed. “I have no doubt. Maybe we can talk when I get back? About you and me? I just feel”—she paused and took a deep breath—“I feel really ready to have that conversation with you, Jace.”
“Of course, Liv,” Jace said as I came back into the room. He stepped closer and kissed her cheek. “Call me if you need anything.”
“I will,” she said, turning to me. “Bye, Kayden. Sorry for the interruption.” Her cheeks flushed.
“No apologies necessary,” I said, “We were both finished.” I smirked at her.
She and Jace laughed, sharing a glance as I let my eyes drift to my little girl.
I was dying to spend more time with Kaylee but hadn’t wanted to pressure Olivia relentlessly just because the first time had gone well.
Jace and I had gone over to Olivia’s for dinner once last week, and while it was great to see Kaylee again, I didn’t think it would ever feel like enough.
I hoped Olivia’s mom’s fiancé was okay, but I couldn’t complain about getting to spend the morning with my daughter.