Jace
Lennox Rome is a force of nature.
A tsunami and hurricane combined into something irresistibly lethal and no matter how hard I try I can’t stay away.
I spent the last hour pacing my trailer attempting to talk myself out of coming over here because nothing good can come out of this.
Then Gordon called, confirming the court accepted the petition and they will give us a court date soon. Which means I need to do everything I can to avoid any type of attention, especially the kind that Lennox brings with him.
I need to continue with my practiced smiles and good boy image, showing them how proper and put together my life is.
Tomorrow I have a very public date with a very public figure.
Her paparazzi photos go for double what most do and even though she’s good for my image—I’ll hate every second of it—and there’s no way for me to get out of it.
Lennox will undoubtedly see them and I have no idea what he’ll think when he does.
I have to be a puppet for my mother for the next month until I go to New York to film and Lennox and I will be doing our own thing. The media will die down, at least until we reunite for the press tour.
But for now, I can focus on doing what I do best, be the image people want to see so I can gain the court’s confidence in getting my life back.
One last night.
I make the two steps through the doorway and into his trailer as he follows close behind me, shutting the door.
When I turn around he pounces on me like a baby cub, sliding my jacket down my shoulders as he kisses me relentlessly.
Comfort washes over me with his claim on me. My body craves his touch, his lips, his body and I am willingly sucked into his whirlpool.
He grabs my wrist and presses the palm of my hand to the bulge behind the denim of his jeans.
“Do you feel that? Feel how bad I want you?” My throat replies with some kind of rumbled hum, unable to form any other response as he trails his lips down the column of my neck.
He reaches for the hem of my shirt, tearing it off, then continues licking and nibbling on my skin as he makes his way down the center of my chest.
I grip onto the back of the table I’m propped against as he shifts to the left, flicking his delicious, wet tongue over my nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke out.
A lop-sided grin appears on his face at my body’s uncontrollable shiver, then he does the same to the other, this time biting the peak between his teeth.
“Fucking hell, Lennox. Goddamnit,” I groan out.
“You don’t ever touch your nipples, Wilder?”
“No. And don’t call me by my last name.”
“Okay, mate.” I can hear the smile behind his words that egg me on. He knows how much I hate that.
I glare down at him and run my fingers through the side of his head and grab a handful of his hair.
“You’re doing that on purpose.” I yank a little, tugging his mouth toward my other nipple.
“Maybe, I like it when you’re bossy. When you make a decision and take control.”
“Jesus Christ.” I love the way he talks to me.
I keep a tight grip on his hair and press my other hand into his shoulder, guiding him to his knees.
Once he’s planted, I gaze down at him, my jaw slacked and eyes blown wide with need. My cock bulges a tent behind my pants and I see the heavy rise and fall of my chest as he licks his lips.
“Take my cock out.” My voice is so demanding, even I don’t recognize it.
“Gladly,” he replies with a smile as he urgently unbuckles my belt and lowers my zipper.
My jeans fall above my knees, the thick fabric restraining my movement but by the smirk on Lennox’s face, I think he likes that idea. He slides my boxers down and my dick springs forward, pre-cum already lacing the tip. He leans forward and flicks his tongue over it, licking it off and moaning.
I jolt back. “Fuck, Lennox.”
“Are you always this sensitive or is it just for me?”
I freeze, unsure if I want to answer the question. His eyes peer up to mine with a sincere vulnerability I’m not used to seeing when people look at me.
“It’s you.”
His eyelids flutter as if just my words might make him come, then he opens his mouth, wrapping his lips around my swollen head and takes me into his mouth.
I grunt, choking on my own moan as he bobs his head up and down the length of my shaft, devouring every inch of my needy cock.
“Goddamnit. Mmmm, fuck. Your mouth is incredible,” I confess and he moans around my cock, loving my praise.
All the signs of my building orgasm are flaring at every corner of my body. I clench my jaw in an attempt to control the mind-blowing sensation of what he’s doing to me. The base of my spine tingles, rushing through my balls and my uncontrollable moans grow louder.
It only fuels Lennox, he goes harder, faster, moving his tongue around the tip as he sucks me in and out of his hot, wet mouth.
“Lennox—” I say with warning.
“That’s it, keep saying my name, Jace. Chant it over and over again until it’s the only one you remember every time you need to come.”
I throw my head back, the ownership of his words drowning me in a desire I never knew I could feel.
My entire body is on fire. Feeling things I’ve never felt before. Out of all the people I’ve ever worked with—or met in my life—how come he’s the one that awakens everything inside me?
He makes me feel wild and free. He challenges the monotonous, robotic person I’ve become, the one that’s controlled by his mother, the media, and a fucking court document that consumes my soul, leaving me empty.
After tonight, everything will feel hollow again.
Guilt blankets me and I can feel my body tense with anxiety, but Lennox slaps my stomach forcing my gaze down to him.
“Get out of the gorgeous head of yours. Just watch me.”
He sticks out his tongue and licks me from base to tip. My jaw slacks as his tongue massages the underside of my cock, running it over the swollen vein that feeds my erection.
Wrapping his mouth over the tip, he pushes forward, taking me all the way to the back of his throat. Then he hollows his cheeks, sucking all the air between the walls of his mouth and my cock, constricting the tip of with an exquisite amount of pressure, then begins to move back and forth.
I’m not strong enough to hold back.
“Mmmm fuck, Lennox, I’m—I’m coming,” I warn him but he doesn’t stop. He just continues at the same tempo, the same excruciating delicious pace, until my cock is pulsing into his mouth. The high is intense and his expert tongue draws out my orgasm.
I lose the ability to hold myself up, my legs crumble from underneath me and I fall back into the chair.
“Holy shit.” I run my hands over my torso and up my chest as if I need to feel something tangible to ground me.
Pushing himself up from his kneeled position, he cages his arms around me and hovers over my spent body. The rise and fall of his chest is slow and calculated as his gaze sears into me. It’s hot and salacious, there are so many unsaid words behind them I have to turn away.
“Look at me.”
It’s like his commanding words are a drug that I need more of. I obey without a second thought, snapping my gaze back to his.
“I like you like this. Panting underneath me with that satiated look behind your eyes. Did you know they change color depending on your mood?”
“Really?” I huff out a nervous breath.
He nods with no change in his serious expression.
“At first glance they’re typical blue eyes.
Black irises surrounded by a shade of easter pastel blue with a perfectly shaped dark border around the outside.
They dull when you take pictures for other people, but they shine when you perform.
When you’re angry, there’s this fire behind them, the dark rim bleeds into that soft blue and they silently scream the words you won’t say when you’re mad.
“But now, the way your irises invade everything, turning those tortured baby blues into the brightest shade of sapphire, sated and lustful. It’s my new favorite color.”