13. Easton #5
His tongue touched the skin between my cheeks, and he dragged it down, breathing out as his tongue found my warm hole. By reflex alone, I clenched, tension returning to my muscles.
Jace licked me again, testing me and getting me used to the sensation.
His tongue worked me in small moves, his head leaning in and moving back.
His hands rested on my cheeks, squeezing them, pushing them together, then pulling them apart, and a shuddering breath left my chest as Jace buried his face in and pressed his tongue hard against me.
The wetness cooled as he exhaled, but he licked me harder again, and chills spread through my body.
If Jace was merciless in taking pleasure for himself, he was relentless in giving it. The moans rose from the depths of my chest and dragged out of me as I clawed the armchair’s padding, thrusting my ass back against Jace and wanting him to give me all he could.
Jace moved his hands off my ass. His arms moved between my legs and outward, wrapping around my waist from underneath me. As he rammed his tongue against my hole, I found myself twisting and coiling, lifting my right leg until it rested on Jace’s right shoulder.
I held on to the back of the armchair with all the strength in my arms, but Jace lifted me off the seat of the chair.
He lifted me in one incredible move, my left leg tossing back and resting on his left shoulder.
As he pulled me up and back, my body stretched, but Jace worked my hole ruthlessly as I hung suspended before him.
As I cried out, my insides ravaged by the intensity of my feelings, Jace ate me harder, pressing his tongue against my hole so hard that it felt as if he wanted to penetrate me with it.
The muscles in my arms shivered as the effort to support myself on the back of the armchair drained all my energy.
Either it was luck, or Jace was so in tune with me that he felt it, but he lowered me in the next moment, returning me to kneel on the seat of the chair.
After he moved his arms back, I felt his finger probe me.
He pressed it against my hole and made motions around it, circling it and applying pressure in small increments.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, his lips so close to my hole that I could feel his hot breath.
“You’ve no idea how much I want to make you mine. ”
“Make me,” I panted. “I’m yours, Jace.”
“Are you?” he asked, the pressure still rising. He was gentle but unstoppable. His finger worked me slowly, and I felt it when he spat on my hole, his saliva slicking me for his finger.
“I am,” I said. “I’m yours.”
Jace wrapped his other arm around my waist, holding me in place, and a grunt broke out of me as his finger entered my body.
“Whatever you want,” I whispered in haste. “Have it.”
“You are what I want,” Jace said, his finger reaching smoothly deep into me until his other knuckles pressed against my taint. My hole tightened around his finger, my dick throbbing. “You’re all I want, Easton.”
His finger slipped back out, and he quickly pushed it in again, filling me with ease. The prep I’d done before made all the difference, and Jace could see it.
“You knew,” he said, his voice taking on that amused quality. “You knew you were going to give yourself to me tonight.”
“I can’t resist it anymore,” I breathed. His finger touched the right spot, making my toes curl and my voice crack. “I want you, Jace.” And as he fingered me more quickly, I panted, “Fuck me. I need you…please…”
Jace didn’t listen. He wanted me to beg and plead, so he rammed his finger into me like that was all he intended to do. He pushed his middle finger inside of me a minute later, stretching me with both in slow, smooth motions that only left me hungry for more.
“Are you on PrEP?” he asked.
My brain was swimming into the far distance, my muscles tight with tension and my growing need for his dick almost unbearable. “Yes,” I huffed.
“Good boy,” he said. The fact that I had continued to take the preventive therapy weeks after he had moved in and weeks into resisting his teasing flirtation seemed to amuse him. “I am, too.”
“Good,” I said roughly. “That’s how I want it.”
“Lube?” Jace asked.
“Bathroom. Bottom drawer.” Those were perhaps the last words I was able to form coherently. As Jace pulled his fingers out of me, he told me not to move. I didn’t. I drifted out of my own body, and all that remained were sensations, physical impulses that had nothing to do with my consciousness.
Jace positioned himself behind me. A heartbeat had passed.
Perhaps days. I didn’t know or care. If we could be like this, suspended in this moment of anticipation, for all time, I would have done it in a breath.
I would have enchanted us to transform into marble, our essence forever in the stone, at the very moment when Jace’s hand touched my hip.
I knew nothing more intimate and caring than the way he brushed his thumb over me and told me what a good boy I was.
I didn’t know the purpose of his words. I didn’t know what he meant. Was I his puppy? Was I his submissive? Was I his little? Perhaps it was just a thing you said. Did it matter?
“Are you ready?” Jace asked.
I had been waiting for this for hours. I’d been waiting for years, never believing it could be real. “Yes,” I said and held my breath.
Jace pressed his cock against my hole. The lube was already warm and slick, and he had used plenty of it.
My nails dug into the armchair’s padding as the pressure moved from zero to a hundred, making my eyes bulge.
I groaned and forced myself to relax, to open a little more for him, and the pain seared through me as if I had never done anything like this.
Jace pulled back, the tip of his cock rubbing against my hole for a few long moments before he whispered to relax.
I tried again, feeling his hard cock touching me. The contact of bare flesh against bare flesh excited me madly, and I held my breath. I let him lean into me, my abs tensing as I forced my hole to relax, to open, to accept him.
Jace groaned as a moan left my lips, the moment of pain flashing through me and melting into pure, white heat. The heat mellowed a fraction of a moment later, spreading warmth through me as my body welcomed him.
My hole tightened by reflex, but Jace’s cock was well inside of me, its girth feeling strange there, yet belonging inside of me like nobody else.
Jace rubbed my ass with both hands. “Good job, baby,” he whispered.
The way he moved so smoothly between making me feel like a toy and like his most prized partner was incredible.
I accepted it both ways; I could be a shiny object of his desire, and I could be his baby boy in need of his care.
I could be two irreconcilable things at once.
Jace swung his hips back before thrusting them forward, impaling me deeper with each move of his body. His hands circled my cheeks and moved to my hips, holding me still as our bodies connected into one incredible shape.
The intricate dance of power and control began. I wanted him to have it all. I wanted him to strip away every appearance of choice from me. And at the same time, I wanted him to adore me for it.
For Jace, this was a game of conquest and seeking the lines.
He explored the possibilities and looked for the edges of my comfort, rubbing my back or lifting my leg.
He played with me, moving his hand over the pained bulge in my underwear, never pulling them any lower than necessary for his cock to fill me.
He felt me throb and chuckled, that motherfucker, never putting his hand back there again.
He wouldn’t let me come, I knew. I could have sworn on it.
Instead, Jace dragged his hands up my back and wrapped them around my neck. He held me tightly, ramming himself deep into me and closing his hands around my neck to exert the highest control of my body.
He pulled me up and back, one arm reaching over and keeping me in a chokehold, rendering me immovable.
His cock probed deep into me as I straightened, my back pressing against Jace’s front.
He barged into me, this angle making it perfect to rub against my prostate.
The sensation made me so ready to come, so desperate for the orgasm that would end this torment and this pleasure. The need for it ripped me apart.
He must have realized it then. He had fucked me so well that my body was no longer in any control.
A few more minutes like this, and I wouldn’t need his permission.
I wouldn’t need my hands for it at all. The building up toward the climax was excruciatingly beautiful, a sensation so great and terrible that it frightened me.
Jace stepped back, and his cock slipped out of me, leaving a warmth in its absence. I yearned for it, almost whimpering as I exhaled.
“Come here,” Jace said, stepping away.
I got up, a flash of distant, subdued pain passing through me as I turned around.
He was still hard as hell, his cock slick with the lube he’d found in the drawer of my secrets.
As I looked at it, my teeth closed around my lip.
Did I really want it? Or did I want to shock him?
Perhaps it was both, but I found myself sliding to my knees, taking the reins for a single moment and stunning Jace into silence.
He submitted to my will this time as I leaned in, opening my mouth wide and taking his cock in.
The gentle scent of strawberry lube mixed with Jace’s musk as I took him deep into my mouth.
“I fucking knew you liked sucking dick,” Jace said in a low growl, happier than I’d ever seen him.
I looked up, my gaze meeting his, and I moved my head back and forth, sucking him harder and faster with each heartbeat.