Chapter 27
DAMAGE CONTROL
GRANT
Jace's body was pressed against mine, his head tucked under my chin, one leg thrown over my hips. The morning light was filtering through his bedroom curtains, soft and grey, and for a moment I just lay there listening to him breathe.
We'd both known we shouldn't. Said as much to each other, standing in his kitchen last night with the city quiet outside and the weight of the day still sitting heavy on both of us.
Then Jace had looked at me and said stay, and I hadn't even hesitated.
I shifted slightly, and Jace made a small sound of protest, burrowing closer.
“Don't move,” he mumbled against my chest. “Comfortable.”
“I need to piss.”
“Suffer.”
I laughed quietly and ran my hand down his spine, feeling the curve of his back, the dip at his waist. “Come on. I'm serious. I really need to go.”
“Wait.” His voice changed, went from sleepy to something else. Something darker. He lifted his head to look at me, and his eyes were already dilated. “Don't go to the bathroom.”
I stared at him. “Jace—”
“Do it in me.” He said it casually, like he was suggesting we order breakfast. “Like last time.”
My brain stuttered.
“You're serious.”
“Yeah.” He shifted, moving to straddle my hips, and I could feel his cock already starting to harden against my stomach. “I've been thinking about it. Want to feel it again. Want you to fill me up.”
My cock was responding too, despite the urgent pressure in my bladder. “You're going to kill me.”
“That's the plan.” He grinned, wicked and filthy. “Come on, Daddy. I know you need to go. Do it inside me.”
The casualness with which he said it still caught me off guard every time. For someone who'd had limited experience before me, Jace had discovered he loved the filthy, kinky shit with an enthusiasm that was both surprising and fucking intoxicating.
“You're sure?” I asked.
“Very sure.” He reached back and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking it slowly. “Want to feel you get hard inside me while you piss. Want to feel how full I get. Want it to leak out of me all day so I remember this.”
“Fuck.” My hips jerked up into his hand. “You can't just say shit like that.”
“Why not? It's true.” He stroked me again, and I was getting harder despite the need to piss making it uncomfortable. “Please, Daddy. Fill me up.”
I groaned and reached for the lube on the nightstand. “On your back. Legs up.”
He moved immediately, eager, spreading himself out on the bed like an offering.
His cock was fully hard now, flushed dark and leaking against his stomach, and when he pulled his legs up and spread them, I could see his hole—still a little pink and swollen from last night, probably still slick with my come from earlier.
“Look at you,” I muttered, slicking my fingers. “Still loose from last night. Greedy little thing.”
“Your fault.” He grinned up at me. “You fucked me so good I'm still feeling it.”
I pressed one finger inside him, and he was right—he was still open, still slick, taking my finger easily. I added a second, then a third, watching the way his body accepted them, the way his cock twitched every time I brushed his prostate.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Been ready. Stop teasing.”
I pulled my fingers out and positioned myself between his legs, lining my cock up with his hole. I was hard enough now that the pressure in my bladder was almost painful, but I pushed in slowly anyway, watching his face as I filled him.
“Fuck,” he gasped, head falling back. “Yes. Just like that.”
I bottomed out inside him, both of us breathing hard, and I stayed still for a moment. The pressure was intense—the need to piss combined with the tight heat of his body around my cock made everything feel more sensitive, more urgent.
It took a few seconds, but then I felt it start.
“Oh fuck,” Jace moaned, and his whole body went rigid beneath me.
I could feel myself getting harder as I pissed, my cock swelling inside him, and Jace was making sounds I'd never heard before—high and desperate and absolutely wrecked.
“That's it,” he gasped. “More. Give me more. Fill me up, Daddy.”
I kept going, the stream steady, and his stomach began to swell slightly under my hand. Pressure built inside him; his body fought to hold it all.
“So full,” he whimpered. “Fuck, I'm so full. Can feel it in my stomach. Can feel you everywhere.”
When I finally finished, I stayed buried inside him, both of us breathing hard. His stomach was visibly distended now, rounded slightly, and when I pressed down on it gently, he cried out.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him up with me, keeping my cock buried inside him. “Wrap your legs around me.”
He did immediately, his arms coming around my neck, his legs locking around my waist. The movement made him gasp, made more of my piss shift inside him, and I felt some of it leak out around my cock where we were joined.
I walked us toward the bathroom, each step making him bounce slightly on my cock, making more piss leak out. He was whimpering continuously now.
When we reached the bathroom, I reached into the shower with one hand and turned on the water, keeping Jace held against me with the other. The spray started cold, then gradually warmed, and I stepped us both under it.
The hot water hit us, and Jace moaned. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Yeah?” I pressed him against the tile wall, using it to support his weight, and started to move. Slow thrusts, shallow at first, feeling the way his body responded. “How about this?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” His head fell back against the tile, water running down his face. “Move. Please move.”
I pulled back and thrust in harder, and suddenly there was a rush of warmth as my piss flooded out of him. It ran down between us, mixing with the shower water, swirling around our feet before disappearing down the drain.
“Don't stop.” His nails dug into my shoulders.
I thrust harder, faster, using the wall for leverage. Every time I pushed in, more piss gushed out, the obscene wet sounds mixing with the rush of the shower. Jace was making these desperate little sounds, his cock trapped between us, rubbing against my stomach with every thrust.
“You love this,” I growled against his ear. “Love being filled up. Love being fucked while you're full.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Love it. Love everything you do to me.”
I was getting close, the combination of the hot water and the tight heat of his body and the absolute filth of what we were doing pushing me toward the edge. But I wanted to draw this out, wanted to make it last.
I pulled out suddenly, and Jace made a sound of protest.
“Down,” I said. “On your knees.”
He slid down the tile wall, water streaming over him, and looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. His lips were swollen, his face flushed, and when he opened his mouth without being asked, I groaned.
“Fuck, you're perfect.”
I pushed my cock into his mouth, and he took me eagerly, no hesitation. His tongue worked along the underside, his throat relaxed to take me deeper, and I had to brace both hands against the wall to stay upright.
“That's it,” I breathed. “Suck Daddy's cock. Clean it off. Taste yourself on it.”
He moaned around me, the vibration going straight through my cock, and his hands came up to grip my thighs. The water was running down over both of us, and I looked down to watch him—lips stretched around my cock, water running down his face, eyes locked on mine.
“So good at this,” I said. “Love your mouth. Love watching you take my cock.”
He pulled off with a gasp, stroking me with one hand. “Love having your cock in my mouth. Love tasting you. Love making you feel good.”
“You do. Fuck, you make me feel so good.” I threaded my fingers through his wet hair.
“Use my throat, Daddy. Fuck my face.”
I groaned and guided his mouth back onto my cock, pushing deeper this time. He relaxed his throat and let me in, let me push all the way until his nose was pressed against my pelvis. I held him there for a moment, feeling his throat work around me, then pulled back and did it again.
I started to fuck his throat in earnest. “That's it. Good boy. Taking it so well.”
The sounds he was making were obscene. His hands gripped my thighs harder, not pushing me away but pulling me closer, encouraging me to use him.
“Gonna come,” I warned. “Gonna come down your throat. You want that?”
He moaned around my cock, and I took that as a yes.
I thrust deeper, faster, chasing my release, and when it hit, I buried myself in his throat and came hard. He swallowed around me, taking everything I gave him, and when I finally pulled out, he was gasping for air but grinning.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “That was hot.”
“You're hot.” I pulled him up and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
“Again?” But he was already moving, already positioning himself. “You're going to kill me.”
“Maybe.” I dropped to my knees behind him. “But first I'm going to eat this ass.”
“Oh fuck—”
I spread his cheeks and dove in, tongue pressing against his hole, tasting water and the remnants of what we'd done. He was still loose from being fucked, still open, and my tongue slipped inside easily.
“Grant!” His whole body jerked forward, hands scrabbling against the wet tile. “Fuck, that's—oh my god—”
I held his hips steady and worked my tongue deeper, fucking him with it, feeling the way his body responded. He was making these high, desperate sounds, his cock hard again already, and when I reached around to stroke him, he nearly collapsed.
“Can't—fuck—too much—”
“You can take it.” I pulled back just long enough to speak, then went back to eating him out. My tongue circled his rim, pressed inside, found all the spots that made him shake. “You're going to come like this. Going to come from my tongue in your ass.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop.”