51. Jace
JACE
Producer: “Are you sure your relationship with Liam is platonic?”
Jace: “One hundred percent. I’m all in with Kieran. And Liam is committed to Blake. But it’s nice to have someone to talk to who understands how overwhelming this process has been.”
“Your turn?” Kieran sounds offended when I pull out from his mouth. “I’m the one sucking your dick.”
“Yeah, and I wasn’t going to last much longer in that perfect mouth, and I’m not ready for this to be over,” I explain. “You said you prefer to have something in your ass? How’s my tongue sound?”
He sucks in a sharp breath, steps back and hesitates for a moment before finally nodding. His cheeks darken and he averts his gaze as he continues. “I wasn’t necessarily planning for this to happen, but I showered thoroughly when we got back.”
“Don’t lie to me, K,” I growl as I step up right into his personal space, running a finger down the obvious bulge in his unbuckled pants.
Kieran likes our taunting, and I know he isn’t ready to admit how deep the connection between us really goes, so I lean in closer, until my mouth is right next to his ear.
“I know you were thinking about me in the shower. Fantasizing about being with me again. What were you picturing?” I palm his erection.
“Be a good boy. Tell me, and I might just do it.”
He only glares at me in response, then bites his bottom lip, and I can tell how much he’s enjoying this. “Fuck you.”
I can’t help but smirk as I shrug. “We’ll get there. One day you’ll admit how much you want me, and I’ll make all your dirty fantasies come true.”
“One day?” he scoffs. “You wish, hot shot.”
“Whatever you say.” I shrug again, playing along. “Do you want my tongue in your ass or not? Ditch the clothes and get on your hands and knees on the bed for me.”
“Oh, so now I can undress myself?” he clarifies mockingly.
I grin in response. “Yes, because I said you could.”
“God, you’re lucky I’m so horny,” he bites out as he takes off his shirt.
“My name is Jace, but ‘God’ works too if you insist,” I tease, honestly impressed with myself for being able to speak at all as he slowly reveals more of his skin.
He snorts a laugh, rolling his eyes before he notices how intently I’m staring.
Then he really takes his time removing each item of clothing, but I’m not complaining about the free strip show.
When he’s finally naked, he crawls onto the bed gracefully, arching his back in a way that makes his ass look so perfect that I’m frozen in place for a moment.
Kieran is always gorgeous, but naked on our bed, waiting for me, he has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I’ve never been artistic, but suddenly I’m wishing I knew how to sculpt or paint, to somehow immortalize this moment where my dream man is presenting himself to me.
I shake my head, telling myself to focus and enjoy the moment for the gift that it is. I need to make sure Kieran enjoys this as much as I do so he wants to keep doing it again and again. Maybe even forever.
I step up behind him, rubbing my hands over his perfect cheeks, squeezing before I spread him open even more for me. “Are you still sore?” I check before I do anything else.
“No, I should be good to go,” he assures me, shifting his hips back a bit, as if he’s seeking my touch.
So I lean in and slowly lick his hole, taking my time, really savoring the moment as I lap all around his entrance. I love the intimacy of this. Kieran might not want me to kiss his mouth, but I’m going to make out with his hole for as long as he’ll let me.
The noises he makes at each swipe of my tongue are filthy.
“I hope the cameras out there can hear you,” I tell him.
“I hope they catch you moaning and whimpering for me like the good little cockslut you are, and then I want a copy of the recording so if you decide you’re done with me, I can listen to it and remember this moment,” I say before diving back on him.
He lets out another loud moan as I play with his balls before I bring my hand up near my mouth, adding a finger into the mix as I continue to feast on him.
“More,” he demands, so I pull back, getting another finger wet before I slowly add it as well. He’s relaxed enough now for me to put my tongue inside of him, and when I do, his hips jerk. I reach my hand under him to his leaking cock, spreading his precum down his shaft as I work him slowly.
“Holy shit, that feels amazing,” he mutters, his hips thrusting forward to move his dick through the channel my fist has created. “Jace, I’m so close already. Fuck—right there—oh my god.”
I increase the speed of my motions. After another moment, Kieran’s dick is jerking in my hold, his release painting our sheets. I work him through his orgasm, not wanting to miss a moment of his pleasure, knowing that I’m the one making him come.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I can’t stop myself from telling him.
When he comes down from his post-orgasm high, I finally back off, intending to finish myself, but Kieran surprises me.
He flips over in the bed, scooting down toward me until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of me.
His face is smug as he looks up at me through his dark lashes and says, “My turn.” Without another word, he leans in, swallowing my cock right to the back of his throat.
“You really are a cockslut, huh?” I say, calling him the name he admitted he loves as he swallows, squeezing my dick even further. “You look so good below me. I wish I could have you like this always,” I admit, running a hand through his flowy brown hair before giving it a tug.
He hums at the visual, and the vibration is too much. “Shit, K, gonna come—”
He doubles down on his efforts, and my release crashes into me. My cum shoots into his mouth as the euphoric feeling of my orgasm takes over for a few blissful moments. He doesn’t pull off until he’s sucked every last drop.
“That was amazing, K,” I praise. The whole experience was so much hotter and more fun than I’m used to from a hookup.
“Yeah, it was.” He smiles as we both lay on the bed, naked. “By the way, I couldn’t take my eyes off you at the pool today.”
I swallow the lump in my throat at his sincerity, and I wish I could kiss him, but since that’s still a hard line, I think of the next best thing.
“How do you feel about some cuddle time after we clean up?”
“Fine.” He rolls his eyes, I think in trying to hide just how much he wants me to hold him too.
I quickly pull him up, and we head into the bathroom to freshen up and get ready for bed. When I finish, he’s still brushing his teeth, so I crawl into bed to wait for him.
The moment he’s in bed with me, I wrap my arms around him, and he settles against my chest. I love the way we fit together so perfectly. I’m six-two and he’s probably five-eleven, and it works like we were made for this.
Hooking up with him again was amazing.
But this might be even better.
A perfect end to a perfect day.