Chapter 10 Jace #2
“Oh, I think I know.” I cup his hardening cock in my hand through his pants.
“You were the one who practically dragged me to the bathroom last night,” he reminds me.
“I can’t help it. You’re just too hard to resist. I lost out on too many years without you. I need you every minute of every day now.”
Kieran smiles and nods for us to get off the elevator. I unlock the penthouse door, and as soon as the door clicks shut behind us, he grabs my shirt, firmly tugging me toward him.
“What do you want tonight?” I ask as I wrap my arms around him, grabbing his ass to pull him even closer.
“I want to be your cockslut.” He smirks.
“You want me to taunt you, baby?” I grip his jaw, forcing his head back slightly so I can look him in the eye.
He nods in my grip and licks his pouty lips. “Bachelor-party-level sex, remember?”
“Mmmm. You think I was desperate last night?” I say in a gravelly tone. “Look at you. So fucking needy for my cock, you can barely stand it. You were practically begging for it in the elevator, weren’t you, K?”
“Yes,” he breathes, the word barely a whisper. “I need you.”
“Damn right you do,” I growl, crashing my lips against his again, enjoying his mouth as I grind my body into his.
I bite his lower lip hard enough to make him gasp, then soothe it with my tongue.
“You’re my pretty little cockslut. I love being the only one who gets to see you like this.
The only one who you completely fall apart for. ”
I spin him around, shove him chest-first against the nearest wall, kick his legs apart with my knee, press my body against his back, and he lets out a moan as I rub my hard cock against his ass.
“A little bit of dirty talk and you’re ready to bend over for me anywhere.
What if I just took you right here? Fucked you against this wall until you were screaming my name and the whole hotel could hear how much of a slut you are for me? ”
“Please,” he begs, pushing his ass back against me. “Please, yes.”
“God, this fucking shirt,” I say, running my hands down the rough material. He’s worn a see-through shirt two nights in a row, and he knows what that does to me. I want to rip it off his body, but I love it too much to destroy it. “Hands up.”
He moves his hands off the wall and lifts his arms in the air as I strip him out of the material. Then my fingers find the buttons of his pants and I unbutton them, slide down the zipper, and yank them down his thighs.
Kieran’s wearing tight briefs that hug his perfect ass, and I can’t wait to get my tongue into it. I don’t waste a second as I drop to my knees behind him, my hands gripping the firm muscle through the thin fabric. I lean in, pressing my face right against him, and breathe him in.
My fingers hook into the waistband of his briefs, and I peel them down, slowly. When they’re finally pooled around his ankles with his pants, I spread his cheeks with my hands and groan. He’s perfect. Fucking perfect.
“Look at you,” I say, my voice thick with awe and the possession I always feel when I’m around him. He sticks his ass toward me even more, desperate for me to stop teasing him and finally touch him. “You just can’t help yourself around me, can you, baby?”
He scoffs, turning his head to the side to glare down at me from the corner of his eye. “You’re the one who can never keep his hands to himself. You’re obsessed.”
I smirk, and without any warning, lean in and swipe my tongue flat over his hole.
He cries out, his hands slapping back against the wall to steady himself.
I do it again, and again, lapping at him.
I love the taste of him, the way he squirms and moans for me.
I point my tongue and press the tip inside, just a little, teasing him.
“You like that, baby? You like my tongue in your ass?”
“Fuck, Jace,” he breathes.
“‘Fuck, Jace,’ what?” I prompt, licking slower this time before I pull back again. “What do you want, K? Use your words. Or are you too far gone already?”
“Don’t stop,” he demands.
“So demanding. You’re so bossy for someone who’s about to get his ass eaten until he can’t remember his own name.” I dive back in, my tongue working him open, licking and sucking at his rim as he writhes on the wall and pushes back into me more.
I stand up abruptly, turning him around and scooping him up in my arms. He lets out a happy shriek as he wraps his arms around me, and I carry him bridal style to the bed.
I lay him down on his back, then stand up to pull off the pants from around his ankles, stripping out of my clothes in the process.
“Let me grab the lube,” I say, quickly finding the bottle in my bag. “How do you want to do this? Want me to finger myself while I continue to eat you out? Or want to finger each other?”
“As much as you know I love when you eat me out, I can’t let you have all the fun.” Kieran smirks, grabbing the bottle from my hand. “Lay on your side; we’re gonna sixty-nine.”
“My favorite position back in high school, and one of my favorite positions now,” I joke, thinking about that day in the woods.
Now isn’t the time to reminisce, though, as he hands the bottle back to me.
I squeeze the gel on my fingers as he shifts into place, his hard cock inches from my mouth and one leg bent up for easier access.
I reach between his legs so my first two fingers are teasing his hole, and he mimics my movement as I take his erection into my mouth.
Kieran grunts at the dual sensation before he swallows my cock in one swift movement.
Our heads bob in sync as he works his tongue over my dick. His mouth feels so good, and since I can’t say that to him, I work to show him. My tongue presses into his slit as I easily work one finger inside of him, then two, stretching him as he does the same to me.
“Okay, okay,” K says, pulling off me. “It feels too good. I need you to fuck me now.”
“I was just thinking that,” I say with a laugh. I get up and quickly grab a towel from the en suite and set it down on the chair in the corner of the room.
“Come sit on my cock,” I instruct.
Kieran doesn’t have to be told twice. He straddles the chair, facing me, as he sinks down onto me.
We both groan in unison as he bottoms out, his body arching against mine.
He’s got the sluttiest little back arch that makes me absolutely feral for him.
My hands trail down his waist to his hips as he fucks himself so perfectly on me as my head falls back against the chair. “Fuck, K. You feel incredible.”
“Same,” he pants, bracing his hands on my shoulders as he bounces on my dick. “God, I missed your cock inside of me the last few days.”
I lean forward, my lips brushing his ear.
“Then ride me like you mean that. Show me how much you missed it. Show me how much you need me.” I slide one hand up his chest, rubbing my thumb and pointer finger over his nipple and squeezing his pec.
He moans loudly as he slams down on my cock over and over again.
The way he’s riding me is incredible, with each roll of his hips sending a jolt of pure pleasure through me. He’s chasing his own high, and as great as I know that would be, I’m not ready to let him have it yet. I can feel the tension coiling in my own gut, but it’s too soon.
I grab his hips, stilling his movements with my cock buried deep inside of him. He whines in protest. “Jace, what the fuuuck?”
“Not yet, baby,” I growl. “You’re not coming yet.” I lift him off my cock, his body trembling with the denial. I stand, carrying him to the bed before spinning him around and bending him over it. His perfect ass is presented to me, and I don’t hesitate. I thrust back inside, hard and deep.
“Fuck!” he cries out, his hands fisting in the duvet.
I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping against his ass.
I reach around, wrapping my hand around his rock-hard erection and start to stroke him slowly, a stark contrast to the brutal rhythm of my hips.
“Fuck, you’re so close. I can feel you throbbing in my hand. But you’re not coming until I say so.”
“Please,” he begs, his voice muffled by the bed. “Jace, please, I’m right there.”
“Nope,” I say, pulling out of him abruptly, leaving his hole empty and clenching around nothing. Before he can protest, I’m yanking him to his feet. “Your turn,” I snarl, dropping to all fours on the bed. “Fuck me like you mean it, Sparkles.”
He groans, probably still feeling the loss of me inside of him, but doesn’t need to be told twice. I hear the click of the lube bottle, and then his fingers are inside me again only for a moment. He lines his cock up and slams into me, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, Jace,” he groans. “You’re so tight. So fucking hot like this. I love being inside of you.”
He starts to move, his thrusts just as brutal as mine were. I push back against him, meeting each snap of his hips with my own. I want him to fill me up with his cum, need it. He reaches around and grabs my own aching cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts.
The dual sensation is too much, but I can’t come without being inside of him. “K, I’m so fucking close,” I gasp, my voice ragged. “Let go of my dick and come in me, baby. Fill my ass.”
He thrusts his hips forward, hand pressing me forward, as he thrusts into me. I love it. Being full of his cock is my favorite feeling in the whole world.
He does as I asked, releasing my cock and gripping both my hips, his fingers digging firmly into my skin.
I’m completely at his mercy, bent over like this with him only focusing on his own pleasure.
I feel owned, like my sole purpose in this moment is to be used by this man I love, and it’s exactly what I want.
He takes advantage of his new leverage to fuck me even deeper, harder, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass is a filthy rhythm.
“Is this what you wanted?” he grunts. “To be bent over and used by me?”
“Yes, harder,” I cry out, my fingers digging into the bedding. “I want your cum.”
Kieran’s movements become more erratic, more desperate.
He’s losing control, and the thought of him coming undone inside me pushes me closer to the edge.
I can feel my own orgasm threatening to overwhelm me, the pressure building to an unbearable peak, but I have to wait for him to come first so I can finish inside of him too.
“Come on, K,” I taunt, looking back at him over my shoulder, trying to get him there so I can get back inside him. My voice is strained, but the smirk on my face is real. “Is that all you’ve got? I thought you were going to ruin me.”
“Damn it, J,” he grits out, knowing the taunt is such a blatant lie.
It snaps something in him, and he picks up the pace.
With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside me and stills.
I feel him pulse inside me, a hot, deep flood as he empties himself on a moan.
He collapses against my back, his body trembling, his breath hot and heavy against my neck.
I straighten up, and move forward so he slips out of me.
I clench my hole the best I can and turn around so I can take his softening cock into my mouth.
I lick him clean, then look up at him, unclenching and reaching behind me to collect some of his cum dripping out of my hole.
I stand up and smear the warm fluid all over my own angry cock as Kieran watches, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes dark with renewed lust.
“Get on the bed,” I command. “On your back. Want to look into your pretty eyes while I come in your ass.”
He scrambles to obey, spreading his legs for me, wrapping his elbows behind his knees so he’s nice and spread open for me.
I crawl between them and slowly thrust back into his stretched and waiting hole.
For a moment, I can’t look away from where we’re joined, where I’m fucking his perfect body with his own cum. It’s filthy, and I fucking love it.
I lean down, my lips hovering over his. “I’m going to finish inside you, and you’ll have both of our releases dripping out of you,” I whisper. “Is that what my cockslut wanted?”
He nods as my hips pump forward, and it doesn’t take long. The sight of him beneath me, the feeling of his hole squeezing around my cock, the knowledge of what I’m doing—it’s all too much. I come hard, my body convulsing as I add my own release to his deep inside of him.
I collapse on top of him, utterly spent. We’re a mess of sweat and cum, our bodies tangled and sticky. As I slowly pull out, I can feel my cum leaking out of him, onto my thighs, and I’ve never felt more satisfied.
“Jesus Christ, Jace,” he breathes, his voice barely a whisper.
“How was that for a flip fuck?” I tease.
“It was perfect. And now we’re filthy.”
I laugh, and push myself up as I look down at him, giving him a soft kiss. He’s so beautiful. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I stand and pull him to his feet, his legs obviously a little unsteady, and lead him toward the bathroom with my arm wrapped securely around his waist. He leans into me with his head resting on my shoulder.
The teasing and taunting from moments ago has melted away, replaced with how much I fucking love this man. How much we love each other.
I turn on the shower, adjusting the water until it’s warm, then help wash him. He takes the soap from me and returns the favor before tilting my chin up, his eyes searching mine. Then he leans in and kisses me softly. I melt into it, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.
“I love you so much, Kieran,” I whisper against his lips.
“I love you too, Jace.”
I kiss him once more before we turn off the water and hop out, wrapping a towel around each of us.
“What do you want to do now?” I ask. “We can get in the balcony hot tub, or go back downstairs to gamble with the guys?”
“It is their bachelor party… We should probably hang out with them, right?”
“Yeah, let’s text the group to see where they’re at and check in with Patrick and Joey too, see if their show is done.”
“Perfect. There’s actually a hotel I think you’ll really like if we wanted to check it out? It’s New York themed.”
“Hell yeah, let’s go see that. We can text them to meet us there when they’re done.”