Jace
It took us maybe minute to race into the house. Less than thirty seconds to get to my bedroom and less than a minute to rip each other's clothes off.
He’s on his knees, running his tongue over the ridges of my abdominal muscles, pushing me up against the blue accent wall in the room because we couldn’t make it to the bed yet.
Even with the dimmed lighting I can see the entire outline of his naked body. His dominating green eyes staring up at me as his tongue drags over the skin just above my hard cock.
I’ve dreamt of this exact sight.
Him, naked, in my room.
My knees almost buckle underneath me as he wraps his lips around the thinned tip of my crown, licking around the slit then pushing his head forward, taking me to the back of his throat.
“Ah, fuck. Lennox,” I say his name because I love how it sounds. No one has ever made me feel this way. No one has ever made me feel anything at all.
But with him, I’m feral, out of control, and want nothing more than to give him everything. All of me.
I wish I could give him all of me.
The things he said to me in the car. I squeeze my eyes shut, my heart fluttering again. Not only from the excruciatingly perfect tempo of him bobbing over my achingly hard cock, but the words he said that hit me square in the chest. It might as well have been an atomic bomb.
I sink my fingers through his hair, gripping tightly on the roots and move my arm with his pace.
I clench my fist, moaning as the back of my head hits the wall.
Everything he does feels unbelievable. The way his tongue rolls over the swollen head as he drags it down the underside of my length, wetting everything in its path.
The way his hooded lids look up at me as he moans around my shaft, as if he’s the one getting pleased.
My cock throbs, full of pre-cum that’s leaking from the slit because I have no control when it comes to him.
Mind, body, and soul I’m his and I wish I could say those words. They're on the tip of my tongue.
He grabs my other hand, putting it to the other side of his face and presses my fingers into his hair. Now both my hands are on either side of his head, grasping hard as I yank him back and forth over my dick.
He pops off the tip and gazes up at me. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”
My cock pulses at the endearment and I realize I like all the names he gives me that are mine and mine alone.
“Jesus Christ.” I aim his mouth back over my cock and thrust my hips forward, forcing my cock to the back of his throat. He gags but keeps going and my fucking god the control over the pace with his wet mouth dragging up and down the swollen veins of my length is going to be my undoing.
I go harder, taking control and losing control simultaneously, ramming my hips forward.
I’m not aggressive, I don’t need rough sex.
At least I didn’t think I did. Not until Lennox Rome walked into my life, tearing all of the rules I’ve followed to maintain my so-called perfect life and sanity completely apart.
Now, I want it. I want the crazy. I want the freedom to be myself. He pulls that person out of me so effortlessly and for the first time in my life I love myself. He makes me love myself.
No one else has ever made me feel so wanted. Needed. Desired.
“Fuck, Lennox, I’m close.” My lips curl up as I grunt some type of animalistic sound that comes from deep in my chest. “Where do you want it? Where do you want my cum?” My tone is begging, pleading because I need to know, like right now.
His mouth makes a popping sound as he releases my cock, wraps a hand around the shaft squeezing tight as his other hand cups my balls and tugs them down.
“Ah, shit. Goddamnit.” I throw my head back against the wall. One solo stream of cum spurts out hitting his cheek and he smiles as he denies my orgasm.
“What the fuck, Lennox?” My cock is throbbing, something deep inside but nothing is coming out. It’s a dull climax that sits at the base of my balls and I ghost thrust into nothing trying to get friction, sensation. Something. Anything.
My shallowed breathing starts to calm and I look down, a smile so wide on his face as he sticks out his tongue, licking the beaded liquid at the slit.
A moan radiates from somewhere deep in his chest then says, “bloody hell, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re desperate for me.
” Releasing my cock, he stands, not taking his eyes off mine as he presses flush against me.
Using his middle finger, he wipes my cum off his cheek then rolls it onto his tongue. He leans forward, his face mere inches from mine as he sticks out the cum-laced tip and trails it along my parted lips.
“Mmmmmm,” he mumbles as his mouth engulfs mine with my cum thick between our tongues. I’ve never tasted myself before and surprisingly, I don’t hate it.
My cock throbs again, on the verge of a hands-free orgasm with the intensity of how he’s kissing me and the sensation of his hard cock rutting against mine.
“Lennox, I need—” He cuts me off.
“I know, baby.” The way he says baby gives me a full body shiver and when he spits in his hand then wraps it around our cocks I moan so loud it echoes through the room.
“Please.” It’s the only thing my body can muster. The only word I can form.
“Are you going to keep running away from this?”
I shake my head profusely, gripping onto his forearms.
“Are you going to let me in?”
My mouth falls open as his big hand rubs all the way to the base then pulls up to the tip.
I nod, hissing out, “Yes.”
He stops stroking us and I jerk forward, my eyes flying open.
“Should I believe you?” His normally jade orbs are dark, the deepest shade of green I’ve ever seen.
I nod again, pushing my hips up, needing friction. Begging with my body.
“Are you sure?” I want to smack that smug smile right off his stupid, gorgeous face.
Reaching down, I grab our cocks, the shaft still wet from his saliva and both our pre-cum.
“Umpf, fuck,” he grunts, his jaw slacks open as his eyes flutter.
He only loses control for a moment, until he smacks my hand away. Using one hand to restrain my wrists, he yanks them over my head, then takes a hold of our cocks again with the other.
“Me, Jace. It’s me. I’m going to make you come. Not you, not anyone else. You need to know where this pleasure comes from, because you and I both know, it’s only me that can do this to you.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” I spit out, as his words hit me with just as much perfect precision as his stroking. “I can’t…stop it.” I throw my head back as the first pulse shoots a stream of hot white liquid over my chest.
“That’s it, baby. Mark me, stake your claim, because I’m yours and your mine. Do you hear me? Do you fucking understand me?” Before I can respond, he crushes his mouth to mine, all teeth and tongue and mumbled moans that he swallows greedily.
“Mmmm, goddamnit. God-fucking-damnit,” he says, mumbling the words against my lips before he dips his head into the crook of my neck, biting the flesh with a long groan. His cock pulses against mine as more wet warmth spreads between us.
A minute passes, maybe two. Maybe it’s an hour. I’ve lost the ability to decipher anything intangible, when he finally lifts his head.
“If you thought I was an annoying pest before,” he shakes his head with a smirk, “You’re so fucked now.”