54. Kieran
KIERAN
Producer: “Your friend at the event seemed to know Jace as well, and she was surprised to see you two together. Could you give us literally anything about why?”
Kieran: “I think most people would be surprised to run into someone they haven’t seen in thirteen years.”
It really has been a long time since I’ve topped, but I’m determined to fuck him just as well as he fucked me. Maybe better. My cock twitches with the reminder of what he did to me last time, and the anticipation in my ass from the untouched prostate massager only makes me harder.
Jace is spread out, waiting for me, arms braced on the mattress with his back arched just right.
His ass is up, his hole flushed pink from my prepping and glistening with lube.
He glances over his shoulder, eyes hooded, lips parted, and it knocks the breath out of me for a second.
He looks wrecked already, and I’ve barely gotten started.
“Don’t hold back on me,” he dares.
I line myself up, one hand gripping his hip, the other wrapped around the base of my cock as I press forward.
The first moment I’m inside him steals both our air, the tight heat pulls a groan out of me I can’t swallow down.
His knuckles go white where he grips the sheets, but then he exhales slowly, relaxing for me.
“That’s it,” I whisper, rocking shallowly, easing deeper with every slow and steady roll of my hips. “Fuck, you feel unreal.” I praise him as I rub his back and continue to press into him.
Once I’m fully seated inside, I pause, taking a moment to enjoy just how amazing he feels, how fucking soft and warm and tight he is.
I’m trying to let him adjust, but I can’t help grinding against him, letting him feel me fill him.
My fingers trail down his spine, then settle at his waist. “How does it feel to have all of me inside you?” I rasp, leaning close enough that my breath fans over his ear.
“Fuck me, and we’ll find out.”
I smirk. Challenge accepted.
I draw back slowly, then slam into him hard enough to shove him forward on the bed, my own moan tangling with his cry of pleasure.
I set a rhythm that’s punishing yet steady, each thrust testing the edge of his composure as I attempt to hold him in place with what’s probably a bruising grip as I fuck into him.
Every breathless sound he makes winds me tighter. But underneath the lust, something else is gnawing at me, trying to demand my attention, even though now is not the time to get emotional.
I reach for the remote for my toy, thumb brushing over the smooth plastic before clicking it on. It hums to life inside of me, the sudden vibration combined with how amazing he feels around my cock punches a noise out of me I don’t recognize, and Jace’s head jerks toward the sound.
“Kieran…” His voice is gravelly, but there’s wonder in it too.
I drive into him again, harder, and the toy pushes against that spot inside me with perfect timing. The dual sensation floods me, dizzying and pushing me closer to unraveling. I grip his hips even harder and fuck him like I’ve been waiting years to—because maybe I have.
The sheets are completely twisted in his grip, forehead pressed down, muscles trembling beneath me. “Fucking hell, you’re good at this, baby,” he pants—and not in that teasing tone he used earlier. Not at all. The way he says baby causes my thrusts to stutter.
He starts fucking himself back on my cock while I snap myself out of it, meeting me thrust for thrust, until he suddenly pants out, “Switch.”
“What?”
“Switch with me, I want to fuck you now. I want to be the one pulling those filthy fucking moans out of your mouth, not some toy.”
Before I can argue, he’s moved off my dick and is on his knees, facing me on the bed. He reaches behind me, fingers brushing my ass, finding the base of the toy, and I grunt when he eases it out. He gasps when he sees it vibrating. I can’t help but chuckle at the way his eyes widen.
“Yeah, I’m definitely trying that sometime, but right now, I need to be the one inside you.”
“Please,” I beg as he rolls a condom onto his leaking dick and slicks it up with lube. “Feel so empty right now, need you.”
“On your back,” he orders, and I grab a pillow, placing it under me. He settles between my hips, bringing my legs up to wrap around him as he lines himself up with my hole and guides his cock inside me, inch by glorious inch.
He pushes in slowly, and my back arches, a moan tearing out of me before I can stop it. The toy was good—better than good—but it doesn’t compare.
“Fuck,” I groan, clawing at the sheets. “I love that toy, but your cock feels so much better.”
Jace groans above me, bracing himself as he bottoms out. His jaw’s tight, sweat dripping down his temple. “Good,” he grits out. “Don’t forget that the next time you think about using it. You’re mine, and I want you to say that every time I’m inside you.”
I nod automatically because there’s no room for anything else when he starts to move. My body clenches around him, wanting to keep him inside of me. He curses, his hips stuttering like he’s already close.
“God, Kieran,” he pants, one hand grabbing my thigh and shoving it higher. “You’re so fucking tight. I could stay here forever.”
“Then stay,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his chest presses to mine. I try not to think about the double meaning behind the word as it leaves my mouth. “Stay. Just—please—don’t stop.”
He plows into me exactly the way I need him to, and it feels more intimate face-to-face like this.
My legs flex, and all I can think about is how right this feels with him.
How wrong I was to ever say things could be fake between us.
I open my eyes—that I must have closed at some point—needing to see him as he fucks me so perfectly.
He’s looking right at me with such admiration and awe as I let out a gasp.
His gaze flickers to my mouth, and I want to tell him to kiss me, to reach up and kiss him myself, but I can’t breathe, can’t move at all.
I’m frozen in place as he drives me closer and closer to the edge with how amazing he’s making me feel.
And just when I’m about to lose it, he pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty.
“Jace!” I shout in protest, but he’s already flipping me, pressing me down onto my stomach and lifting my hips back up, only to push back inside of me. The angle has me crying out at how much deeper it feels.
“Couldn’t stand not seeing your ass swallow my cock,” he growls, smacking my ass with his palm. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby, but I needed to see your slutty hole suck me in too.”
The slap of his hips against mine echoes through the room, and every thrust makes me jolt forward, cheek pressed into the sheets.
He drags a hand up my spine, tangling in my hair and yanking my head back just enough to hold me exactly how he wants me, to force me to feel the stretch of his cock with every pounding stroke.
“God, you make the filthiest sounds,” he taunts, breath hot against my ear. “Like you’d do anything for me to keep filling you.”
“I would,” I gasp, pushing back against him, greedy for everything he’s giving me. “Don’t stop, Jace, please—fuck, don’t stop.”
He chuckles low and angles his hips just right to hit that spot that has me clenching around him. “Not until you’re begging me to let you come. You think you’re ready for that yet? Or do you need me to ruin you a little more first?”
I can’t even form a reply. The only noise that leaves my mouth is a ragged breath that pulls another laugh out of him. His thrusts slow to a grind, forcing me to feel every inch sliding in and out until I’m trembling with frustration.
“Say it,” he murmurs, biting at my shoulder. “Say how much you need me. Not your toy, or your hand, or anyone else—just me.”
“Just you. Need you, Jace. Please.”
“Good,” he says, his thrusts slow, giving me the opposite of what I thought he’d do.
“What are you—?”
“If I come now, I’ll be done. And I want to feel you inside me again before that.”
When he finally does slip free, I roll onto my side, panting. He looks wrecked already—curly hair stuck to his forehead, pupils blown wide, cock still hard and dripping as he pulls off the condom. I drag him down with me, pressing him onto his back.
“Does that mean I’m the better top?” I tease. He smirks and watches me, chest heaving.
He flips over, giving me full access to his perfect ass once again, and I quickly reapply lube to my still-condom-covered shaft before I press inside. He curses under his breath. His hands clutch the pillows, and he groans as I fill him back up.
“God, Kieran,” he moans, head turning to the side. “You feel… Fuck, you feel even better than I’d imagined when you take me like this.”
I fuck him with everything I have. The power I feel while topping him is surprisingly addicting, watching this big, beautiful man wither beneath me. The sounds falling from his mouth while he takes my cock are enough to make me come.
He’s meeting my thrusts once again, and I see his hand trying to stroke himself between his body and the mattress.
I push him down onto the mattress even more, so he has no choice but to rub his aching cock against the sheets. “You want to come? Go ahead, baby. Make a mess for me.”
He gasps, body tightening all at once, and then he’s spilling across the bed, groaning into the pillow as his ass clenches tighter around me.
The pulsing drag of his release milking me is too much for me to fight, and I’m pulled over the edge with him, moaning his name against his damp skin as I fill the condom inside him.
The aftershocks roll through both of us until I collapse against him, panting as I catch my breath. He reaches back blindly, finding my hand and threading our fingers together as if he can’t stand to let me go even when we’re both wrung out and shaking.
“You’re so perfect, K. I will never recover from this, from you,” he whispers as we lie here, tangled in each other.
I can’t respond aloud to that. Because I feel the exact same way. I don’t think I ever truly recovered from him in the first place, just buried my feelings under my hurt and anger.
I know we’ll have to talk about it soon, especially if I want this to be real. I just hope that conversation doesn’t undo what we’ve built.
“Come on, let’s go get cleaned up, then we can change the sheets,” I say instead.