16. Jace #2
Easton dragged my pants and underwear down my legs, letting my dick leap to freedom. Easton buried his face in my crotch instantly, his mouth opening and tongue sticking out as he licked my balls, sending a flurry of tingles through my lower abdomen.
His feet kicked as he tried to free himself of his sweatpants, then stopped when he couldn’t.
They remained in a tangle around his ankles, Easton unbothered.
He focused on undressing me, pulling my clothes down each foot as I lifted them in turn.
His mouth worked hard on my groin, balls, and the base of my dick, drooling over me like nothing else mattered.
My gaze lifted to the mirror where the freak that I was stared back.
Easton shook, trembling like an addict who’d waited all day for the fix, and grabbed my ass, kissing and licking every part of me that he could reach.
His lips moved from the inside of my thighs to my abdomen, his tongue traced the length of my cock, and he closed his mouth around the tip, wiping the precum clean with his tongue, sucking it deeply, hungrily from the slit and bobbing his head down to impale himself on my length.
Nobody had made me feel this close to them in an act that was supposed to be purely physical. I could give him heaven and hell in purely mechanic actions, moves that pleased our bodies, but Easton set my heart on fire. He burned me from within using little more than a light touch or a begging look.
My chest was about ready to implode with the pressure mounting. Easton held my ass firmly, sucking me harder and deeper with every move of his head. His green eyes were squarely on my face, watching and waiting, asking me to pay attention.
I did. I gazed back at him, my hands settling on the back of his head, and I jammed myself down his throat until his eyes widened and his muscles constricted, forcing me back out.
“Baby boy,” I huffed, fighting to rein my body in.
He would flip the sides if I weren’t careful.
He would have me teetering on the edge, tortured and suspended, while he held all the aces in his hand.
“Fuck,” I groaned, sliding myself deep down his throat and holding his head firmly against the instinct to jerk it back.
He shook, convulsed once, then stared up at me with his mouth gaping and tears welling in his eyes.
I pulled out, dragging the gathered saliva with myself and letting it drip down his chin. Easton slurped, finally not embarrassed by the sounds, and breathed in deeply.
“More,” he whispered, his voice raw. “Please, Jace.”
I tossed my head to the side. “Get on the bed. On your back.” As he scrambled to his feet, eager to be rewarded, I went out and fetched the bottle of lube from the bathroom.
His little drawer had a douche kit, lube, condoms, and a well-sized dildo.
I carried the last item together with the lube and tossed both on the bed.
Easton waited, sitting on the edge of the bed, and I told him how to lie down. But as he got up, I stopped him, coming close and placing my hand on his bulge. “Take them off,” I said, rubbing his cock over the soft fabric of his underwear.
He did as he was told, then lay down, his shoulders resting on the edge of the bed, his feet hanging from the far side of it, and his head hanging nicely on my side.
His chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and Easton steeled himself for what I would do to him.
Opening his mouth, he tried to lift his hands, but I caught his wrists and pinned his hands down by his hips.
His dick throbbed at being handled with such precise roughness, and I bent my knees a bit to aim my dick at his open mouth.
Easton took it bravely, his throat relaxed far better in this position, open almost as if by default.
Slowly, at first, I dipped in, getting him used to it, and found how easily he accepted me inside.
It made his cock pulse because he couldn’t get any harder than he was.
The darkening head of his cock invited me, and I leaned a little lower, swinging my hips and thrusting myself deeper down his throat.
My tongue sticking out, I closed the distance and licked the tip of his dick, just enough to drive him mad.
His hips shook, and he tried to thrust them up, but all his strength was directed at taking me deep into his mouth.
I licked him again, riling him up, teasing him with something he couldn’t have just yet. He was delicious. Every lick, every drop of his precum, every light, gentle scent of his body that I inhaled only made me want him more.
I pulled back to let him breathe, giving him a moment or two, and reached for the lube and the dildo on the bed. “You like this thing?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” he gasped.
“Good,” I said.
“More, Jace,” he whispered as I poured a generous amount of oily lube along the cream surface of the rubber dildo.
Leaning back down, I slid my dick into his mouth, and Easton took me in greedily, lifting his arms and putting his hands on my hips.
This gave him control in case it was too much.
Except, instead of giving me a tap to move away, Easton gripped my hips and tugged me closer, making me push the limit of what I thought he could do.
I groaned, punching my fist into the mattress beside him, holding his dildo in my other hand. Easton expected it, so he lifted his feet on the bed and spread his legs.
I rested the dildo on his stomach, careless about the lube that smeared over his taut skin, and pressed my slick fingers between his cheeks much like I had this morning. I rubbed his pulsing hole, seeking its warmth, making it relax and soften.
There was no doubt that Easton had spent the day anticipating this, getting ready for it and resisting the need to play with himself.
And when my finger slipped inside of him, making him produce a strangle moan that cut off with the move of my dick in his mouth, I felt it.
The slickness of lube he’d used after the shower, the warmth and the wetness of his body, the tightness of his hole around my finger when he tensed.
I fingered him for a little while, exploring his body as deeply as my finger could reach. The first one prepared him, and the second one stretched him, but when I pushed three fingers inside of him, Easton wiggled, groaning over my cock and tensing his abs.
His body was mine to play with, but it was also mine to take care of. I slowed down, adding pressure once in a while, three fingers barely entering him. Moment after excruciating moment, I worked my way in, filling him on both ends, keeping him on the very edge of his endurance.
The more I worked him, the easier it was, and my fingers entered him an inch deeper every few thrusts, making him breathe in short bursts of air. His head bobbed, taking my cock halfway in or more, and his hands held my hips in place so I wouldn’t move.
My focus was elsewhere, probing him and exploring him, stretching him until his abs were as relaxed as the rest of him, and his dick leaked precum in a silvery trickle that pooled in his belly button.
I pulled my fingers out, dragging a high-pitched moan out of Easton, and replaced them with the dildo. Just as I pushed the tip of it inside Easton’s body, he pressed my hips and forced me a little back, groaning deeply at the sensation that no doubt spilled through his insides.
“Trust me,” I whispered, and he relaxed, lying still and waiting as I dipped the dildo in and pulled it out, preparing him little by little for a slightly more forceful push that followed.
The toy entered Easton’s body like I wanted, smoothly with just a little tension that reflected itself in Easton’s muscles. He followed this by pulling my hips down and taking my dick in his mouth again.
I matched the pace of my hips and my hand, thrusting both myself and the toy into him and pulling out simultaneously.
As minutes passed and as sweat broke out over my body, the two fell out of sync, making it impossible for Easton to predict what he would feel next.
My other hand moved along Easton’s torso and found his nipple, pinching it lightly from time to time, as I leaned down and licked the precum off his abs and his cock.
I’d meant to flip him around. I’d planned to keep him suspended in this feeling for hours, making him sweat and beg and moan. But he was too delicious, and I was too greedy. Something about this boy made me lose control.
I needed him now, and I could fuck him later. The night was young, and we were wicked. I needed to taste him so badly that my plans fell apart, and I closed my lips around his cock, sucking him all the while the dildo filled his little hole and his throat constricted around my dick.