13. Easton #4
“Hold still,” Jace said, his soft, deep voice only a whisper that barely passed through the hum of blood that filled my ears. My chin touched the floor. I held his underwear firmly as he pulled each foot out.
He stepped back and lifted his arms, fingers running through his messy hair and threading them on the back of his neck.
His elbows stuck out to the sides as I rose slowly and gazed up at him, his black boxer briefs hanging from my mouth.
Dammit, I’d worked too hard to get them off just to drop them.
So I held on to them and watched his body.
The triangular shape of his torso, from his broad chest to his narrow waist, was decorated with the most incredible designs.
His skin was smooth, shaved clean all the way down.
And his cock, firm and standing at full mast, drew my attention at last.
I looked at it, my saliva soaking Jace’s underwear, and I committed it to my memory.
Its impressive length, its intimidating thickness, its veins, and the slight curving to his right hip.
Its head was dark with all the blood concentrated inside, the slit damp with precum.
When a pulse made it lift, I could feel it inside me like a phantom throb that would fill me with his cum.
Shivers ran down my spine, and warmth spread through my insides.
“Open your mouth, Easton,” Jace said, sliding his hands down the front of his torso and stepping toward me. “I want you to taste it.”
Jace reached over and took his underwear out of my mouth.
My cock throbbed hard, still trapped in the tight space of my boxer briefs, as I opened my mouth for Jace.
Inching closer on my knees, I neared Jace as he tossed his underwear on the coffee table next to us.
The carpet was soft under my knees, reducing the friction as I came closer to Jace.
And when I was there, he cupped the back of my head again and stepped forward, his dick rubbing against my cheek, its heat almost enough to brand me, and Jace pressed my face against his groin, my open mouth folding around the base of his cock.
I pushed my tongue out and felt the underside of his cock on it. Inhaling deeply, I looked up, Jace’s torso a relief of curves from this angle. I pulled my head back, sliding my tongue and lips along his length.
Jace had this playful way of biting his lip when he liked something I did.
He looked down, his gaze catching mine, and leaned back until the tip of his cock passed over my tongue and lips.
The flavor of his precum was like an explosion of senses, making my body alert and soaking into my tongue.
He reached down and held his cock firmly before my lips as I licked the tip once, twice, three times.
I stopped counting after a moment, pushing my tongue out and around, tasting him with increasing speed.
I wrapped my lips tightly around the tip of his cock, sucking the air out of my mouth, and pressed my tongue against the slip where the flavor of his precum still lingered after I had wiped it clean.
Jace winced, excited and surprised, and moved his hand around the back of my head, swinging his hips forward in a small, teasing way. “Do you think you can take it?” he asked, his dick pushing a little deeper into my mouth.
“Mm-hm,” I said, short of breath.
Jace probed me a little deeper. “You’re good at this,” he said. Somehow, the words embarrassed me like I wasn’t supposed to have partners before him. As if his was the only dick I should have sucked.
I hummed my agreement again. Damn him. He should be happy that I was good at it.
He saw the righteous anger in my eyes; I did not doubt it. He smirked. He was the most satisfied when he got to me. “But we can do better,” he said darkly, pushing his cock an inch deeper into my mouth.
I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking him harder and letting my tongue tease the tip of his cock’s head. The tip of my tongue passed over his slit, making Jace bite his lip.
“Wanna choke on it, Easton?” he asked. His face lit up when he asked the question, determination passing over it as I blinked and murmured my ascent.
Jace clasped his hands together on the back of my head, my heart thundering in my chest as I realized what I had agreed to. What if we had different ideas of the limits? What if my stubborn nature refused to stop when it was too much? But the fear was the spice that elevated this dish.
To be with Jace, the only person on this planet who should always have been off-limits and kept at arm’s length, was a dangerous game to play. And the more dangerous it was, the more I wanted its rewards.
I inhaled deeply as Jace held my head in place and swung his hips forward, sliding deeper into my mouth.
His cock pressed against my throat, the muscles there tightening by instinct.
He was patient and determined at the same time, pulling back and sliding deeper in again, forcing my throat to accept him, to get used to him.
Even as I relaxed as best as I could, each thrust made my muscles constrict. Jace rose to the tips of his toes, making me lift my head. As I did, my throat loosened, and Jace swung his hips forward, shoving himself down into my mouth and pushing hard against the back of my throat.
The flow of air was cut off. My throat tightened, but Jace had already rammed himself deep inside, so my chest shuddered, and I glared at him wildly, holding as still as I could and letting him use me for his pleasure as if I were nothing more than a toy.
But he felt it just as I did. He felt the tension and the nearing limit of my endurance. He bit his lip and held my gaze, holding his breath as if our places were reversed, counting off the heartbeats.
A convulsion, a reflex of some sort, passed through me, and Jace pulled his cock back, letting the tip remain between my lips as I opened my mouth and heaved in a deep breath of air, nearly choking on saliva as I inhaled quickly.
Recovering in a moment, I licked Jace’s cock and sucked him quickly, giving him the temporary pleasure before he wanted to do this again.
And it came, just a few heartbeats later, that Jace rose to his toes and impaled me deep down my throat, making my heart skip a beat and my lungs burn as I held my breath, spending the oxygen quickly and unable to exhale.
Tears filled my eyes within moments as Jace jerked his hips back and forth, lodging himself deep in my throat.
The cough that rocked me was the moment when Jace pulled back, letting me catch my breath and sliding deep into me again.
Each time, the act seemed to flow more easily.
My throat relaxed, and my mouth filled with slick saliva, but tears still rolled from the corners of my eyes, and sweat still made my hair damp.
The power was all his. The control was in his hands.
Yet I trusted him. The more he used me, the more I trusted his intentions.
Bit by bit, I let go of the worries that underlined it all.
I gave myself to him and knew that he was more than capable of finding those blurry lines of what I could and couldn’t endure.
I could trust him not to step over them.
Jace’s body pressed against my face as he applied pressure on the back of my head. I felt his big, heavy balls on my chin and his lower abdomen pressing my nose. He throbbed inside my throat and quickly pulled back, grunting and heaving air into his lungs as if he hadn’t been breathing all along.
I wiped my wet chin with the back of my hand as Jace dropped to his knees, his eyes aflame and his lips stretching into a somewhat proud smile. “You kinky thing,” he purred. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
I wiped my eyes next, tears clustering my eyelashes and drying slowly on my cheeks. I was breathing quickly, my lungs burning less and less. “I want you,” I said, my voice hoarse and raw.
“I know you do,” Jace said. Even the cockiness he tossed around so lightly had some charm to it. He pinched my chin and looked into my eyes. “I’ve no idea how you resisted me so far.”
I snorted and slapped his hand away, but he only laughed.
“Let me make you feel good, Easton,” he said. It was one of those things where he knew I would do as I was told, so he didn’t bother to insert the command to his tone.
“I’m yours,” I said, softening my voice. “Whatever you want.”
Jace gestured at the armchair with his head.
I got to my feet, then winced as my dick throbbed and was pressed tightly in place by my underwear. I reached to undress, but Jace sucked his teeth and followed me to the armchair. He showed me the seat, then said to lean on the back of the chair.
It was a large, soft thing with a thick padded back and armrests.
My knees sank into the seat, and my arms folded on the top of the chair, my head resting in the fold of my right arm.
Behind me, Jace leaned down, kissing the back of my neck.
“I’ve wanted you for as long as I remember knowing how to want someone,” he said softly, his words vibrating against my bare skin.
“Did you know that, Easton?” he asked and kissed the length of my spine. “You were my first.”
I knew what he meant. Jace had been my awakening, too.
How could he not be? In a place where we had to spend all our time together, a place where only we understood each other in some twisted way that left us envious and hateful toward one another, we had always been bound to get here.
This was the destination where our lives had been leading us.
Jace’s lips covered the small of my back, and he slowly pulled the waistband of my underwear over my ass. He exhaled, his warm breath washing over the smooth, tender skin of my butt, and his lips dragged through the middle.
Jace folded my underwear just under my cheeks, showing no mercy or interest in taking them all the way off and letting me touch myself. I knew better than to try.