Lennox
Ithink I need to ease off the honesty pills I’ve apparently overdosed on, because I think I’m freaking him out.
I’m freaking myself out but I just can’t help it.
He brings something out in me no one else has.
Need isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel when I’m around Jace. I crave him. I find myself going into pure survival mode anytime he’s near. Finding any way to drag out our time together.
I want to claim every part of his body with mine. Lick my way over every inch of his skin. Palming the underside of his cock, I cup around his balls and press my fingers in between his cheeks, against his back hole.
His eyes saucer in surprise as he sucks in a deep breath.
“Have you ever touched yourself here?” I ask, massaging around slowly.
He shakes his head.
“Can I?”
He’s worried. Scared, maybe. His body instantly tenses but there’s a flicker of anticipation and excitement in his expression too.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I repeat, making sure I heard him correctly.
“Yes.” His response is even more breathless this time and I love how needy it sounds.
“Fuck, yes.” I push myself up and hold my hand out to help him to his feet. Crouching down, I pull his trousers down over his ankles, taking them completely off so he can walk to the bedroom.
I gently nudge him on the bed then open the side drawer to grab a bottle of lube. He glances down at it and smirks up at me.
“What?” I ask, looking at the bottle.
“It’s almost empty.”
“Well, I have this super hot co-star. He’s been driving me fucking wild.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Yep. Can’t help it. I touch myself every night thinking about him.”
He dips his gaze away, hiding his smile but the color of his flushed cheeks give him away.
I tap his leg. “Open.”
He spreads his legs and leans back. I pour the cool liquid over my finger and rub gently between his cheeks. A moan escapes his mouth and I bite my lip seeing how sensitive he is.
“Have you thought about this before?” I ask, hoping he’ll answer.
I softly rub back and forth lightly over his puckered hole, getting it lathered and wet.
His mouth opens and he nods. “I’ve thought about you fucking me.”
I lose my footing at his confession, my eyes dart between his as I absorb his words.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
His gaze locks on mine as he nods again.
Fucking Christ, my cock throbs hard within the confines of my trousers. I’ve been so well-behaved, focusing just on him but he’s just given me bloody permission.
I unbutton my fly and pull the thick fabric down, kicking them off as quickly as possible.
Admittedly, I’ve never done this with a guy before, but it can't be much different than with a woman.
Except it’ll be otherworldly with him underneath me.
I squirt some more lubricant on my fingers and step in between his legs, spreading them further. Rubbing the slick liquid over the crack and around his hole as I coat my fingers completely.
Using my middle finger, I press against the tight ring, using the other hand to prop his hips up and it slides in deeper.
A guttural moan vibrates through his chest as his hips naturally buck upward.
He blinks quickly, as if his brain is working overtime to try and keep up with what his body needs. I press in, past the knuckle, and he moans again.
“More.”
“Oh fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy when you beg.”
I pull out, press my fingers together and ease back in, moving my arm back and forth, allowing the ridges of my knuckles to massage his walls. I’m mesmerized by his expression, the wanton need in his eyes as I keep the same rhythm, in and out, in and out.
My finger curves slightly and he yelps out a mix of a groan and a whimper. His hips buck as a stream of pre-cum shoots from the tip.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he spits out, his chest heaving out of breath.
“That was so bloody hot,” I admit.
“I’m ready. I’m ready,” he says, as he turns over.
He’s bent over the edge of the bed and the height is ironically spot on. My hips align perfectly with his and my cock lays heavy between the crevice of his cheeks. I dress my shaft with lube, rubbing it to the base and over the tip then start to tease it over his hole.
The thick muscles of his back contract as he holds himself up and there’s a light sheen of sweat layering the base of his neck. I don’t want to look at the back of his fucking head.
“This won’t do,” I say, flipping him over as I bend his legs, placing the balls of his feet on the edge of the bed.
Stepping forward, I pierce his tight hole with the crown of my cock and push at a punishing slow pace. His mouth falls open as his head falls back. His fingers grip the bed sheets, blanching his knuckles white and a bead of sweat drips down his temple.
“Shit. Mmmmm, fuck,” he chokes out as his breathing stalls.
I stop moving. My cock hard, lingering inside his tight hole, squeezing out every ounce of restraint from me by the second.
“Inhale. Jace, breathe,” I manage to say, guiding him. He sucks in a deep breath and moans again.
“More. Give me more.”
“Oh, bloody hell. You’re pushing it too fast.”
“I told you. I’m ready. I’ve been ready.” He pins me with a demanding look of lust and need and there’s no fucking way I can hold back when he says shit like that.
I piston my hips into him, increasing my tempo and with the way his body is responding to me, mixed with the symphony of sounds coming from him, I won’t last another bloody minute.
I wrap my fingers around his cock, still slick with lube, and begin stroking him.
My movement is choppy, my willpower is fleeting but I need to hold out because I want nothing more than for my cock to give him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life.
His walls tighten around my shaft, hugging me so goddamn tight, fireworks explode as I shut my eyes trying to maintain control. His cock turns to steel and a hand reaches out gripping onto my forearm with lethal force.
I snap my eyes open, taking in this majestic fucking view.
The strong lines of his tight muscles, his abs contracting with each thrust of my hips and the wide-eyed expression as he watches my hand stroke his swollen cock.
He narrows his eyes, his brows pinch together, his lips part and it’s decided here and now there’s nothing—not one fucking thing in this world—that’s more intoxicating than the look of a pending orgasm on Jace Wilder’s face.
He yells out my name, moaning profanities, and I fuck him through his climax. His cock pulses, spraying white, hot ropes of cum all over his body, up his neck, and even on his jaw.
“Mmmmm, fuck, I’m coming,” I grunt, pounding into him. I hold his hips flush against mine as I pour into his tight hole, claiming him, giving him everything I have and pressing so deep, willing my cum to coat itself there permanently.
“Holy shit.” I fall over his body, weakly trying to hold myself up. He winces as my cock slips out from him but melts into the mattress as I melt into him.
We lay there in silence, there’s nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and now normalized breathing between us.
“I loved every second of that.” I finally spit out the words, pressing myself up.
I grab a washcloth from the bathroom and he sits up urgently, snagging it from my grasp before I can clean him up.
Okay.
Jace has always gotten a little weird after we do anything sexual, but normally he gets quiet and distant, not angry.
He finishes wiping himself off then stands, grabbing his trousers that I tossed on the floor. Picking them up, he pats them off quickly and starts to dress. I look at the clock and it’s so fucking early, he can’t be leaving.
“What’s the matter?”
“I should have told you to use a condom. I fucked up. Again. Not fucking thinking straight around you,” he says as he zips up and grabs his shirt.
“Well, don’t worry, you’re not pregnant and I’m totally clean.” I attempt a joke to lighten the tension but his shoulders are tight and he hasn’t even looked in my direction.
“My mother was right. I make stupid ass choices,” he mutters, forcing his feet into his shoes.
I squint, glaring at him trying to understand what that means.
I need to shift his focus.
“Did you like it?” Finally he snaps his gaze in my direction and I clarify, not caring how awkward it is. “Did you like it when I was fucking you?”
He plants his face into his palms, then pinches the bridge of his nose.
“It doesn’t matter. It can’t happen again.”