61. Jace #2
Kieran’s smirk takes over his whole face. “I wanted to do something special for my husband on our wedding night. I think I was making plans like things were real before I was ready to admit it, hoping we’d end up here.”
I can’t stay away any longer, I quickly close the space between us. The kiss is messy, full of teeth, clashing tongues, and hunger, because, fuck, he’s mine now—officially mine. Kieran is my husband, with no plans to divorce, no end date. He’s my forever.
Kieran gasps against me, fingers fisting the lapels of my jacket before shoving it off my shoulders. “You like it?” he asks. His chest is rising fast, nipples caught between thin lace and straps that make my hands itch to tear it all away.
“Like it?” I groan, sliding my palms down his torso, tracing every inch of fabric until my fingers are digging into his hips.
“Baby, you’re unreal. I can’t decide if I should drop to my knees and worship you or pin you against the nearest surface so I can fuck you senseless.
Jesus, Kieran, you’re my goddamn fantasy. ”
His eyes flutter, and I know he’s gone, just as wrecked as I am. “Good,” he whispers, “because I bought it just for you. I’m yours.”
“Mine,” I repeat, sliding my fingers under the lowest straps, pulling back slightly so they snap back against his skin. His breath catches, and his pupils blow wider. “My pretty little slut, all dolled up for his husband.”
He nods slowly, staring up at me with such need, like he would do anything I tell him to do in this moment.
I lean in, skimming my teeth down his neck before bringing my mouth up against his ear. “I’ve always been yours,” I remind him. “I want you to fuck my face while I get that pretty little hole ready for my cock.”
He shoves me back. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I chuckle before I slowly drop to my knees before him. He runs his fingers through my hair as he steps in front of me so his erection is right in front of my mouth. “One more thing,” I start.
“Oh my god, Jace, can’t we talk after you’ve sucked my dick,” he whines, thrusting his hips toward me.
I lightly slap his dick as I give him a warning glare. “No, this is important.”
“Well, spit it out then.”
“I don’t want to use condoms,” I say quickly, looking up at him. “We’re married, I got tested just before the show started filming, it was all negative, and I obviously haven’t been with anyone else. I don’t want there to be anything between us if there doesn’t have to be.”
“I’m negative too,” Kieran says as his small grin turns into a full-blown smile. “No condoms then. I’ve never not used them with anal.”
“Me either,” I admit. “Fuuuck, I can’t wait to feel you.
” With that settled, I reach out to grip the base of his swollen cock as I wrap my lips around the head, slowly licking and teasing as I suck only the tip of him into my mouth.
He lets out a deep groan, tightening his grip in my hair, shifting his hips and tugging my head toward him to try to force more of himself deeper inside me.
“Stop teasing me. You said that I could fuck your face,” he growls, and I laugh around his cock as I give him what he wants, swallowing him down my throat in one go. I hold him there, showing off my lack of a gag reflex, and look up at Kieran through my lashes.
“Fuck, your glasses kill me. How are they so hot?” he murmurs. Then I wink and extend my arm up, holding two fingers out for him. I pull back enough to breathe before doubling my efforts on his cock.
He maintains eye contact as he grabs my wrist, brings my fingers to his face, and sucks them into his mouth in the filthiest display possible.
When my fingers are nice and coated in his spit, I reach under him, seeking out his hole.
The sound he makes as my finger teases around his opening sends a jolt of lust straight down my spine.
He opens up for me easily as I slowly push inside of him with one finger, fucking him with it when he’s ready.
In no time, he’s rocking back to meet the motion, moaning “more” breathily as he meets each thrust. I add the second finger as slowly as I did the first, making sure to stretch and work him open as I do, all the while using my mouth and other hand to give his dick the attention he deserves.
When he’s effectively fucking himself on my finger with each thrust into my mouth, with the most addicting moans escaping his throat, I pull back from both.
“Fuck, what are you doing? Don’t stop!” he scolds as I stand.
“I need lube,” I remind him with a laugh as I walk to my bag to grab it, happily ignoring the condoms next to it. “And then I want my good little cockslut to ride my dick.” I hand him the lube so that I can finally remove my tux. “Sorry, no surprises under mine.”
“So boring,” he teases, eyes locked on each movement I make to undress for him.
“Someone didn’t give me much warning that today would be the real thing,” I remind him. “But I’ll happily wear anything you want me to, baby.”
“Really?” He sounds surprised as he follows me to the small couch. “You’d wear something like this? With lace and sparkles and flowers?”
“I wouldn’t look half as good as you do in it.” I chuckle as I sit down. “But I think it’s time you start believing me when I say that I’d do anything you ask me to.”
He bites his lip as he moves to straddle me, sitting back on my thighs so he can coat my already leaking dick with lube. “Up,” I command, slapping his ass until he’s hovering over me. “I wasn’t done prepping you.”
“I’m ready,” he insists, but I give him a warning look, and he sighs, handing over the lube.
I coat three fingers, starting with two again as I ease my way in, stretching him open before adding the third finger.
He’s gripping my shoulders as he kneels over me, sinking lower onto my fingers as he grinds and squirms. “Jesus, baby, you have such a greedy little hole. You’re taking my fingers so well.
You’re desperate for the real thing, aren’t you, darling?
Need your husband’s thick dick to split you open?
Need me to fill you up with my cum and mark you as mine from the inside? ”
“Yes, all of that,” he pants. “Right now. Need you.”
I finally remove my fingers, and he shifts his hips so that he’s hovering right above me.
I hold the base of my cock with one hand, and grip his hip with the other, trying to prevent him from slamming down onto me too quickly.
As soon as the tip pushes in, I know that this is going to be unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Holy fucking shit,” I exhale. “K, fuuuuck, this feels amazing.”
I’m trying really hard not to thrust up into him with everything that I have, to let him control the pace as he lowers himself, but it’s like I’ve lost all sense of rational thought as I use my hold on his hip to pull him down even harder as my hips raise up all on their own.
He lets out a cry, but it’s laced with pleasure.
“Yeah, just like that, Jace,” he confirms between labored breaths.
I set a punishing pace, both hands now digging into his waist, holding him in place as I fuck up into him.
“Don’t hold back,” he reminds me, and thank god, because at this point, I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
The only reason I can even remember my own name right now is because he’s screaming it as he bounces on top of me.
I’m completely lost in the feeling of being inside him with no barrier for the first time.
“So tight. So soft. So warm.” I’m trying to explain how incredible this is, but sentences are hard.
I look up to meet my husband’s gaze, and he grabs my face in his hands, leaning in for a sloppy kiss filled with so much passion and emotion.
I can’t believe I went so many years without kissing him.
He wraps his hands around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him, but it still doesn’t feel close enough.
“You still haven’t… seen this… from the back…” he manages to get out between pants.
I immediately pull him off me and set him on the floor to spin him around.
The straps that went around each thigh wrap around him, framing his perfect ass kind of like a jockstrap, but so much better because his dick is free in the front.
The way the higher straps and lace show off his trim waist and strong back are just as sexy as it was from the front.
“Hands and knees on the bed,” I command, slapping his ass.
“I need to watch my bare cock disappear into your perfect little hole while you’re wearing this. ”
“So bossy tonight,” he teases as he hurries to position himself as I said at the edge of the bed. I line myself back up and slam back in, knowing he won’t want me to hold back.
“Still can’t believe you’re really mine,” I admit as I shift my angle until he’s crying out with each thrust. “Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last, baby, this is too good.”
“Switch!” he shouts out, crawling away from me on the bed.
“What?” I ask, shocked he wants to stop now when I’m so close.
“I can’t let you have all the condom-free fun,” he explains, scrambling for the lube. “Swap positions so I can prep you.”
I’m so torn right now because I am so close, and I need to come, need to fill my husband with my release for the first time more than I think I’ve ever needed anything.
But I also really love the idea of having him inside me with no barrier.
And if Kieran wants to fuck me, I know I’ll never turn that down. So I crawl onto the bed.
“Your bubble butt is insane,” he murmurs as he teases my hole with a lubed finger.
I rock back into the pressure. “You should already be inside me,” I scold.
“And you say I’m the cockslut.”
“Because you are,” I remind him firmly. “My beautiful, perfect cockslut who needs to fuck me immediately.”