Jace
My body slams against another wall. I’ve lost count of the wall slamming. At least three times backstage and twice in the limo. Well, I guess that was a leather seat, but slamming was definitely involved.
He’s been needlessly unrelenting but I can’t say I hate it.
“How many layers is this?” He grabs at my vest, tie, and white button down shirt. “What, are you a fucking onion?”
He grips the seam and tears it open, the buttons darting off bouncing across my floor like BB pellets.
My jaw drops as I look down at my completely demolished shirt and vest. The tie half hangs off to one side and my entire outfit is fucking destroyed.
“Sal is going to kill you,” I say, as he kisses me again.
“Who the fuck is Sal?” He pulls on my tie, attempting to choke me but there’s no bite behind it.
“Salvatore Marino, the fashion designer. It’s his suit, you know.”
“I don’t care. I’ll pay for it.” He whips my belt out from the loopholes and tears the button off my pants as he pushes the fabric down my legs.
“And don’t say another man’s name when I’m touching you.”
“You’re an animal,” I say, between muffled kisses.
“Yeah, but I’m your animal.”
I can’t help but smile as we finish tearing each other's clothes off and he, yet again, slams me against the mattress.
Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he presses his lips against my knee, then grazes them over my leg, sneaking down to my inner thigh and back up to my hips. He trails his tongue down the sharp V-line of my pelvis until it meets the base of my achingly hard cock and licks up the underside.
“Oh, fuck,” I gurgle out. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve had anything close to an orgasm so I’m ready to burst.
“I love how you respond to me. Tell me how much you missed my mouth,” he says, teasing the slit with his tongue.
“So much, so fucking much.” I slam the back of my head against the mattress and push my hips up closer to his lips, chasing him.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He clicks that ruthless tongue of his against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head back and forth as he backs away.
“No, please don’t stop,” I spit out, urgently, needy.
“Oooh, I like when you beg. Do it some more,” he demands, the tip of his tongue back to teasing my crown.
He licks the pre-cum off the tip and pulls away, again.
“I need my cock in your mouth, Lennox.”
“What?” he says, smiling over the tip of my cock.
“Oh, you’re fucking insufferable. Will you just—” I garble out the rest in completely inaudible noises as he takes me all the way to the back of his throat in one swift movement.
“Fucking, Christ. What the hell was that?” I grunt out, gripping the sheets with one hand as I grab a pillow with the other, covering my face and smothering my embarrassingly loud and stuttering groans.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He pops off my dick and throws the pillow off the bed. Hovering over me, he floats his lips over mine, whispering with purpose behind his voice.
“You’re not going to hide those desperate, needy moans from me. I want to hear every soundbite you make in every tone possible. Wake your fucking neighbors. I don’t give a shit. I want everything.”
He slithers down my body, taking my cock in his mouth again and my body shakes uncontrollably. My chest rumbles and indescribable sounds echo across the room.
Shit. Maybe I’m the animal.
“Len, I’m close.” He hums on my cock, pleased with the nickname. He pushes his own head further down, his throat gagging on the tip and I fucking lose it.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come, don’t stop.” He pushes himself off me as he grabs the base of my cock, squeezing it tight.
“You, fucking motherfucker. Oh my god.” My balls contract, my cock twitches but nothing comes out. I pump into his hand chasing the fading orgasm but it’s gone.
I groan, squeezing my eyes shut, letting out a long exaggerated breath.
I must have been completely out of it because I didn’t hear him grab the lube and slick up his fingers until he’s already pressing them inside me.
I let out another guttural moan as he works the digits in and out, grazing over my prostate, spiking a surge of electricity through my cock.
Finding a pattern between his finger and the way he strokes my shaft, he’s already getting me close again.
“Lennox—” I warn.
“Did you touch yourself when we were apart?”
I shake my head.
“Oh, fuuucck, I love hearing that.”
He pulls his fingers out without warning and I lift my head to glare at him as I let out a frustrated growl. The back of his shaft aligns with the underside of mine and he grabs the bottle of lube, squeezing the cold liquid over the entire lengths of our cocks.
He tosses the bottle and wraps his hand around both of us, spreading the slickness of the lube everywhere.
“Oh god, that’s good,” I manage to whisper out, dying inside that he’s touching me again. I rut into him, like the animal that he’s turning me into, the slurping sound of his stroking only feeding my need even more.
Then he fucking stops, again.
“I swear to god if this is some kind of sick and twisted torture game you’re playing, I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” I grit out, frustrated.
He smiles, loving my intensity and loss of control.
“No, I’ve just been dying to do this again and I need you fully ready.”
He presses the crown of his cock against my back hole and pierces the tight muscle.
“Umpfff, fuuuuck.” It feels so full but so fucking good. He pistons his hips, going deeper and I beg for more. “Fuck, yes. More, please.”
He leans over me, his naked chest against mine, leisurely stroking my cock as he pounds into me. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hold back my orgasm.
“Open those gorgeous fucking eyes, Jace.” He kisses me, biting onto my lower lip, “Look at my face so you know who makes you feel this good when you come.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m coming.” My eyes shoot open, meeting the darkest shade of forest green I’ve ever seen. They’re feral, animalistic, claiming me in ways I’ve never felt before. His jaw slacks open as I call out his name and his cock pulses in rhythm with mine.
He plops onto me, his body like dead weight over my boneless one as we lay in silence and catch our breath.
“Bloody hell, will it always be that good?”
I chuckle. “It fucking better be,” I threaten with zero danger behind my tone.
“Remember when you came in your cock sock and I was barely touching you.”
“Seriously, you’re going to give me shit about that right now?” I roll my eyes.
“It’s great isn’t it. I get to give you shit anytime I want, because you publicly claimed me tonight and it was soooooo hot.”
“What do you think the tabloids will say?”
“I can’t wait to find out.”