13. Easton #3
I tugged them down, the waistband catching the long bulge still trapped in my underwear, sliding over it, and moving down my legs.
My shorts folded around my ankles, and I pulled them over each foot, then tossed them aside and straightened, my cock stretching the fabric of my underwear and my heart pounding so loudly that I could have sworn Jace heard it.
I lifted one foot and reached for my sock.
“Ts.” Jace sucked his teeth. “Leave them on.”
I put my foot down and waited. The tension was rising with every second that ticked away, but Jace seemed to enjoy it. He appeared so casual and confident that a sliver of envy ripped through me. If I could have a fraction of his confidence, I would conquer the world.
“You’re so fucking horny,” Jace pointed out in an amused tone.
“This is going to be fun.” He stepped toward me and pressed the back of his finger against the middle of my chest. He dragged it excruciatingly slowly up my chest, then down over my pec.
When the back of his finger moved over my nipple, he closed his thumb and forefinger around it, not yet pinching.
It sent shivers through my torso, nonetheless.
“I like making you horny, Easton,” he said softly, his voice a husky vibration in the air between us. “And you’re so easy to turn on.”
I balled my fists. This neared the line of taunting I knew so well, but only because it was true. Even his teasing that seemed so merciless and cruel made me horny.
He pressed his open palm against the right side of my chest, feeling the firm roundness of my pec and brushing the inner curve with his thumb.
He dragged his hand down slowly, feeling me like I was a shiny object he was interested in purchasing.
His hand moved over my abs, slowing down without a shred of mercy as he neared the edge of my underwear.
He dragged the moment out, knowing precisely what to do to stretch my patience.
He knew what I wanted. I wanted him in my bed, moving, grappling, ramming into me until I lost touch with reality. Perhaps because he knew this, he didn’t hurry.
Until I let you come, he’d said. Hairs rose on the back of my neck as I thought about those words. He would make it last until tears filled my eyes, and I begged him to let me. If he was half as good as he bragged, I had no doubt he could push me to that point.
Jace’s hand brushed lightly against my hard cock, making it pulse. The muscles in my face trembled, and I bit my lip to hold back a moan.
He only smiled victoriously. “Now me,” he said. “Take my clothes off, Easton.”
Whether watching me do what he asked or showing me that all it took was a command was the thing that turned him on, I didn’t know for sure, but Jace’s eyes glimmered as he watched me step closer.
I took his T-shirt first, pulling it up his torso. Revealing inches of his flesh, the dark streaks, lines, and shadows of ink that decorated his skin appeared as I moved inch by slow inch.
“Which god?” I asked as the tattoo that spelled those blasphemous words appeared from under his T-shirt. Son of God. For an orphan like Jace—and like myself—his tattoo carried a lot of weight.
“Adonis,” he said, but there was no conviction. “Apollo,” he added, as if offering me choices. “Eros.” His voice dropped lower when he said the last one. The god of desire. I could see it.
Jace lifted his arms as I pulled the T-shirt up, taking it off and tossing it aside.
Every instinct told me to step forward and press our bodies together.
I wanted his heat, his strength, his skin to touch me.
I wanted to run my fingers through his stylishly messy hair.
I wanted to feel his thin, dark mustache against my lip again when he kissed me, but Jace watched me with a steel-like intensity that locked me in place.
When I reached for the button on his pants, he took my hands in his and moved them away. His commands had been short-lived, but I didn’t point that out.
Jace looked into my eyes. “Not like that,” he said, the effort to suppress a smile so evident on his face. “With your teeth.”
My mouth watered, and I swallowed, my eyes wide and locked onto his face. How had I spent so long resisting him? Every word he said was perfectly placed. It would have taken the stubbornness of a hundred donkeys to match what I had done to us.
But instead of kneeling and undoing the button with my mouth, I decided to see where the real lines between us lay.
I leaned in, settling my head in the crook of his neck, my lips following the length of his pulsing vein.
I could feel his heartbeats where I kissed him, dragging my lips down to his collarbone and over his chest. The mean, descending eagle tattooed across his chest was under my lips now, and I continued to kiss Jace’s flesh.
The wing, the head, the talons that marked the middle of Jace’s torso.
How much it must have hurt to have needles pierce you there.
I moved my head to the left as I bent my knees and lowered my body. His nipple was already tight and small by the time I found it with my lips. My teeth bared, I bit the tip of his nipple, making Jace inhale sharply. “You naughty thing,” he said, half-amused and half-preparing to get back at me.
Jace always settled his debts. I wondered when our past was going to catch up on us, but I knew that it wouldn’t pass us by. Perhaps he would find a creative way like this to get back at me for all that I had done.
I kissed his stomach, flat and tight, with muscles clearly straining underneath the taut skin. My mouth parted, hot breath leaving my lungs and washing over Jace’s body. It was a raw, uncontrolled move as I pressed my face hard against his abdomen and dropped to my knees before him.
My wrists were still trapped in Jace’s hands, my fingers pressing the sides of his waist, and I dropped my head lower, taking the edge of his pants between my teeth.
I bit it hard and yanked the fabric left and right, doing nothing to the button that held his pants still on him.
I tugged it again, pulling back and to the left, gnawing at it as if it would do something useful.
The frustration was building up within me.
He did this on purpose, making me wait. I had agreed to his terms; I was his until he let me come.
Would he ever let me at all? The thought was so terrifying in this moment that I trembled all over and yanked the waist of his pants harder, unhooking the slit off the button and letting his pants slide softly down his legs.
Jace kicked his sneakers off and stepped out of his pants.
All that was left between me and the thing I desired the most was a pair of black boxer briefs. Jace’s cock was hard, its intimidating length stretched the black fabric thin, poking off the side. His balls filled the tight space of his underwear, forming a large curve between his legs.
Saliva filled my mouth and dampened the corners of my lips after the effort to unbutton his pants. Jace released my right hand, but I knew better than to touch him. I let it drop to my side as he cupped the back of my head, bringing my face close and pressing it against his crotch.
The light scent of his musk mixed with the fabric softener that still lingered on his boxer briefs.
It crawled into my nostrils and made my eyes roll upward for a moment.
I inhaled deeply, wanting that scent to soak deep into my lungs and form a new memory in the deepest parts of my brain. I wanted it on me and in me forever.
“Easy,” Jace said as I rubbed the side of my face against the throbbing thickness of his cock. He had rendered me into a desperate mess, and I lived for every second of our sins. “Take them off, boy.”
I bristled at being called that, but I couldn’t deny the weight the word had coming from his lips. He had this way of balancing my feelings with everything he did. He infuriated me, yet he made me want him so much more.
I opened my mouth wide, feeling the hardness of his cock between my teeth.
I didn’t bite. Instead, I searched for a spot where I could close my teeth around the fabric of his underwear and take them off.
It was much harder than I’d expected; my mouth and nose burrowed in his crotch, searching, grasping for a bit of fabric.
When I tried to bite his waistband, it slipped from between my teeth too many times, filling me with the white heat of hatred.
I wanted to shred those boxers with my teeth, yet I couldn’t even catch a thread like this.
Finally, with hope zinging too brightly and quickly within me, I snapped my teeth around the seam along the side of the front, just where the thickness of his cock pushed the fabric away from his body. Holding on to the seam with all my might, I tugged his underwear down.
The biggest issue was the one I was the most eager to see with my own eyes.
The waistband hooked itself along the length of Jace’s cock and wouldn’t move.
However hard I pulled down, it only nudged his cock down with the waistband, and desperation burned through me.
I gritted my teeth and pulled my head back, stretching his underwear and pulling the waistband over his cock.
It sprung free as I yanked his underwear down, still holding it between my teeth.
I didn’t dare let it out, but Jace’s cock stood stiffly against my face, its heat searing my cheek.
I wanted to drag my lips along its length more than I wanted the next breath of air.
I resisted the urge and pressed my face against his crotch again, dragging his underwear down the length of his legs.
The side of my face rubbed against his thigh as Jace released my other hand.
I planted both fists on the floor between his legs and bent down as if to worship him like the highest deity.
I lay before his feet, my head reaching the floor with his underwear still between my teeth.