Chapter 21 #3
I worked faster, kicking off my loafers, clawing at the material, watching Mace’s long body settle easily inside the basin. His hand rubbed his cock as his stare focused on me.
This was everything. If the decision wasn’t already made to sign the contracts asap, it would be now. Both Mace and I could easily drive back and forth between our home and Austin’s studio. Meaning we’d have more access to this badass bathtub in the future.
“Scoot up,” I said, pulling off my last sock, tossing it over my shoulder seconds before it would have gotten wet. Mace obeyed without hesitation, allowing me to settle in behind him. The water was the perfect temperature. The way Mace laid his back on my chest added to the serene moment.
I encircled him with my arms, keeping him against me.
My palm covered one pec, and I tightened my thumb and forefinger around the hard bud of his nipple.
He was a nipple guy. He liked to be suckled there.
His cock took notice, proving me correct, standing straight with the bulbous head jutting out of the bubbling water.
Mace did his best to touch me too, his hands caressing up and down my thighs.
No matter how he ever touched me, it felt erotic, adding to my drive to be inside this man.
“Kiss me,” Mace said, angling his head to better face me. I didn’t make it easy for him, refusing to let him go.
The tip of my tongue darted out, licking at Mace’s full bottom lip as he opened wider, trying to deepen the kiss. I had different plans. I released the hold with my left arm and hand, then pushed my hand through his crack. My right armed muscled up, locking Mace in place.
Mace lost his will to kiss me. His plump lips released mine with a moan-filled groan as I breached his hole with three fingers. I wasn’t playing with this any longer.
The glorious torture had me working him open with intention, sliding and scissoring my fingers in and out of him to open his tight pucker. I hit his gland as often as possible. Mace’s ass rose and fell in alignment with the cadence I created.
I leaned forward, whispering close to Mace’s ear, “Let me do this, handsome.”
The instant shiver Mace gave sent goose bumps springing up his arm. His body pumped against my hand with more force. The foreplay coming to an end. I liked that my cowboy preferred getting on to the lovemaking.
“Lift for me,” I said, releasing my hold.
He did, repositioning his body to sit on his knees.
His feet pushed under my legs for a better fit.
“Yeah, come down on me,” I instructed, guiding his hips to where my cock easily breached his hole.
Electrifying heat surged through me in an instant as Mace sat down, taking me to root in one sitting.
My God, the moment was mind-numbing.
I needed to give him a second to relax around me…
but dammit, his hard, tight body strained over mine.
The muscles and cords in his back, shoulders, and neck went taut, defined, giving me a visual I loved.
Fireworks exploded behind my closing eyelids.
I wanted this, and Mace, in just this way.
I’d never tire of the urgency of our sex.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I murmured as my hips popped, bouncing Mace off me to have him fall back in place.
“Fuck,” Mace hissed, his head dropping forward, his hands gripping the edges of the tub as he rode out the pleasure.
“Exactly…” Who knew if the word stayed inside my head or whispered out of my mouth. His hot channel milked me so good my hips drove upward again.
Mace whispered unintelligible words as he lifted and fucked me with resolve.
He took over the pace, taking me in and out with precision and force.
Didn’t I know this was in my guy? Several long bliss-filled moments passed before we both settled into our powerful lovemaking.
He bounced up and down, my hand traveling over his hip, caressing the tight stomach muscles that made this all possible.
Mace usually gave as good as he got, but this time, my God…
My sexy lover steadily coaxed my orgasm from my body. I didn’t contest it this time, only floated in the mind-blowing love he showered me with.
“Touch your balls,” Mace growled, and I did. Pinching and rolling my sac the way Mace normally did for me.
My head plopped against the back of the tub, psychedelic color became my reality. My thrusts turned to spasms, my thighs deliciously burned under the torture.
“Oh… God… Slade.”
The only thing to make this better poured from my lips. “Tell me you love me.”
“Love you,” Mace managed. It was garbled and disturbed, and everything I needed to end this beautiful torture. “Slade…”
The scent of his come tickled my nose. He came as I continued to pump erratically up and down. Mace’s body collapsed over mine. That was all it took for my own blindingly staggering release to surge forth.
Everything I wanted from life was right here. We had to find a way to be out and open. Nothing less would do. Mace’s snore spoke of sinus problems as well as instant sleep bringing a chuckle from me.
I followed close behind the warm water the perfect temperature for oblivion.