Lennox
The moment I’m back in my trailer, I pull off the uncomfortable piece of fabric restraining my half hard dick. It springs out and the relief overwhelms me. It’s as refreshing as walking into a cool breeze after sitting in a steam sauna for way too long.
This thing is unbearable when your dick is soft, when it’s hard and begging for release, it’s fucking insufferable.
Jace hightailed it off set and I know why. He should have paused the scene but he didn’t and I’m probably reading too much into that. It was probably from embarrassment more than need, but I won’t let that stop me from imagining that he wanted it.
How I held back after seeing his face up close and personal as he tried to hide the fact that he was coming, let’s just say it was Silver Screen award worthy.
Spreading my robe open, I wrap my hand around my cock and tug at it because I’m desperate for the touch. I round my hand up the side, cup my palm around the tip, then pull the soft skin back down over the rock hard base and squeeze a little harder.
“Fuck, yes.” Glancing down, I watch the movement of my strokes, recalling the look on Jace's face as his cock pulsed against mine and his face was full of so much goddamn pleasure. Pleasure only I was giving to him. God, I nearly lost all control.
Leaning against the wall, I continue stroking with one hand and run the other over the ridges of my torso, giving myself the sensation of being touched.
My abs glisten with a light sheen of sweat from exerting myself during the scene. I need to shower but I don’t bloody care right now. All I can envision is the desperate look of desire on his face.
Clawing at my skin as I close my eyes, I tip my head back and let out a long winded groan, panting Jace’s name like it’s the most natural thing to say. I give my voice the power I wished I could’ve on set. Chanting his name again and again as I belt out mixed profanities.
My groans are loud, so loud I didn’t hear a thing, including my front door open and close.
When I lift my head upright, I’m met with a frozen Jace, standing in the middle of my trailer. Eyes fixed on my thick, dripping cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I spit out, and by reflex I reach for the side of my robe to cover myself.
“Don’t.”
His eyes are still locked on me, his chest rising and falling deeply with long breaths as if he’s trying to calm himself.
“You said my name.”
I swallow thickly, unsure if I should confess this but the words easily fall from my mouth.
“It’s the only name that does anything for me.”
His eyes flit up to mine, searing into me with purpose. There’s something deep and needy behind those normally bright cerulean eyes.
“Take off your robe.” My brows lift as I lean forward, as if I didn’t hear him correctly. “Take it off.”
Oh, bossy Jace might be my favorite.
Smirking at the thought, I grip the sides of my robe and pull it back over my shoulders, letting the fabric fall to the floor.
I stand, completely naked, my cock jutting out as if pointing directly at him.
“Now, what?” I ask.
“Just—” The column of his throat bobbing as he swallows nervously. “Just let me try something, okay?”
My eyes trail his body, he’s stiff with nerves but there’s a delicious determination that radiates from him and it’s easy for me to give into anything he wants to try.
Lifting my arms, I open wide for him. “All yours,” I say breathlessly. There’s a curious, but nervous tremble to my tone.
Not because I don’t trust him, but because I’ve never seen him so direct, or so certain, and the build up I’m feeling is nothing like I’ve ever experienced.
He takes a step toward me, his tongue darting over that plump lower lip of his, then bites nervously at the corner.
I smother a smile as I see signs of him sneak through that confident exterior.
He stops in front of me, standing about a foot away. I have no idea what he’s going to do—what he wants to do—but I stand straighter and tilt my chin up as if giving him even more access to all of me.
His body begins to lower as he keeps his gaze on me. His eyes never leave mine, even when his knees hit the ground and he kneels in front of me.
“Holy shit.” I grip the side of the wall, needing something to keep me grounded. His eyes lower, taking in the sight of my hard, jutting cock. He’s mere inches from it. The crown thinned and pink, begging for attention. His attention.
I was wholly unprepared for this. The sight of him, the look of lust and desire dripping from every ounce of his body. The need in his expression. It’s too fucking much.
But I also don’t know what’s gotten into him and I don’t want him doing something he doesn’t want to do. I don’t want him to regret this.
“Jace, you don’t—” The words get stuck in my throat and my body jerks as he wraps his hand around my shaft and sticks out his tongue, licking the tip.
“Oh, fucking hell,” I groan as he licks again, then opens wide, taking the entire tip in his mouth.
He rolls his tongue around the sensitive crown, bobs his head a couple times then pulls back, gazing up at me.
“Does it feel okay?” he asks as he strokes the shaft.
I’ve got a viper grip on the fucking wall, my other hand is squeezing the hell out of my chest and my entire body is on fire.
Are you kidding me? Can’t he see, I’m completely falling apart.
“It’s fucking mint, mate.” I suck in air through my teeth as he squeezes me harder.
“I don’t like when you call me mate,” he states calmly, as he takes me back in his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “I’ll call you whatever the hell you want, just please keep doing that.”
He pushes his head forward, taking even more, then gags around my cock when it hits the back of his throat. The soft tissue constricts around the tip as he coughs and I heave out a long groan at the sensation.
He pulls back, catching his breath as he licks the tip and looks back up at me with water pooling at the bottom of his lids. Even behind those watery eyes, he looks ready for more.
“You look so fucking good, staring up at me like that. It’s better than I ever imagined,” I confess and I think he likes the praise.
“You thought about this?”
“Every fucking day.”
That admission seems to feed his desire and he opens wide, taking me deep in his mouth. He expertly uses his tongue, lapping up and down the shaft, alternating between stroking and licking and attempting to push his limits as the crown of my cock pierces the back of his throat and he gags again.
“Fuuuuuck.” My knees give out on me and I stumble backwards, falling onto the sofa. Pressing into my palms, I attempt to stand back up but he places one hand onto my chest, keeping me in place.
He doesn’t relent, crawling closer to me, and the new angle allows him to go even deeper.
“Jesus Christ. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” It’s a fair warning, but he doesn’t stop. He goes harder, bobbing even faster over my cock, using his hand to twist over the shaft matching the movement of his mouth. I can’t fucking take it anymore.
“Jace—” Does he want me to pull him off or does he want me to come in his mouth? I grip the side of his head, attempting to pull him back but this beastly fucking animal places his hand over mine, pressing himself even further onto my cock.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I hiss and groan through my orgasm.
The column of his throat constricts as he attempts to take all of me and I’m so impressed by his determination.
My mouth falls open and my entire body jerks as he sucks off the tip and pops off my spent cock.
“Bloody hell. That was—” I have no words.
Standing, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then walks over to my sink and washes his hands. I would be offended if I didn’t know he likes everything clean and is a bit obsessive about it.
I wrap my robe back around my waist and tie the belt. He said he wanted to try something and my curiosity is spinning out of control.
“So, was it what you wanted it to be? Trying it?” I ask, but my tone is far from confident. I’d prefer if he was clapping and jumping for joy right now, or at least smiling, because I feel like giving him a standing ovation.
“It was…good.”
I freeze, giving him a stunned expression.
Good.
“I mean, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I—”
Every time something has happened between us, as James and Ryan or just ourselves, he retreats and runs off, ignoring me for an unknown amount of time and I’m just not accepting that anymore.
Taking two large strides, I flush my body up against his, pushing him against the counter. “Stop overthinking this. This,” I point between the two of us, “doesn’t need to be complicated.”
Shaking his head, he avoids my gaze and stares at our feet. “It is. It’s really fucking complicated, actually.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” I challenge back, pushing him.
I know he’s curious. I know he’s confused. I am, too. It can be all those things but it doesn’t need to be complicated. Not with me.
“Do you want me?” I ask him, a vulnerability I don’t normally feel runs through me like a foreign language I don’t understand. I have no idea what this will look like in the real world or if we’ll just be sneaking around with each other but I don’t care. I’ll take him anyway he’s comfortable.
If he walks away without talking about it, I’ll never be able to bring it up again. Is it just a general sexual curiosity about being with a guy? Is it me specific?
I’ve only ever had one other experience with a man and I remember how confusing that was. It never went anywhere other than one night of exchanged blow jobs before he freaked out and ghosted me. I didn’t feel much for him emotionally because there wasn’t much of anything there other than curiosity.
Jace though, he feels different for me.
I lean in closer to him. “I need to know if you want me as much as I want you.”