13. Easton #6
Jace dropped his head back, grunting as I sped up, then tensed.
He pushed my head back and chuckled. “You’re not getting off that easy,” he said tightly and bent down, catching me under my arms and lifting me up.
Never one to be predictable, Jace slammed his lips against mine, kissing me and taking the scents of his cock and my lube right off my tongue.
A moment later, as I swung on my feet, dazed by the intensity of the kiss, Jace pointed to the chair again. “There.” He led me a step back and made me sit on the armrest. “Do you think you can bend that way?”
I didn’t train so hard only for good looks. Confident that I knew what he wanted, I leaned back, my torso resting on the seat of the armchair and the small of my back hanging on the armrest.
Jace lifted my legs high up, folding them back until my knees came close to my shoulders. He peeled off one sock and the next, then kissed my feet each in turn, trying to provoke a reaction from me. When it didn’t tickle me, he seemed to shrug and turn his attention to the rest of me.
The armchair was comfortable and the padding soft enough that nothing hurt.
Jace towered before me, planting my feet on his chest, one on each side of the eagle tattoo.
And when that was done, he snatched my underwear and yanked them up, sliding them along my legs until they were stretched between my ankles.
“Fuck me, Jace,” I whimpered, my desperation breaking all barriers.
Jace’s cock slipped into me smoothly and painlessly, the tip pressing hard against my prostate. My toes curled, digging into Jace’s pecs as I moaned and cried out, taking him deeper and deeper until he was all in.
Jace wrapped his hands around my throat and leaned his weight down on my feet, bending my legs deeper. My ass was positioned perfectly for him, not moving this way or that, simply there to take him.
“You like that?” Jace huffed. “You like my dick inside of you, Easton?”
“Fuck yes,” I said.
“Are you mine?” he demanded.
I panted, unable to speak. As if pushing a boulder up a mountain, I dragged a single “Yes” over my lips.
Sweat broke over Jace’s brow, drops sliding down his face. My body was covered with a layer of perspiration, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the mess or the embarrassing sounds we made or the rising scents of sex and lube. I only wanted it to stay this way until the end of time.
“I’m gonna make you my bitch, Easton,” Jace said, his eyes on me, desire and appetite rising in them. “Would you like that?”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “Do it.”
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
I did. The thirst for him was such that nothing would ever quench it. But this came close. Jace leaned over me, forming spit in his mouth for a moment before letting it drip down from his lips. It landed on my extended tongue, and I swallowed it instantly. “More,” I begged.
With an amused scoff, Jace tightened his hands around my throat and did that dirty thing again. Every time he raised the stakes, I raised them, too. He knew now that I was more than happy to match his freak and double down on every move.
Jace moved his hands along my legs and pulled my underwear off each foot, never losing the pace at which he filled my body with his.
I could keep taking him like this all night, but the rise toward the climax wasn’t slowing down.
He fucked me as if he knew my body as well as I did.
He did it so skillfully that I couldn’t help but wonder where he had been and what he had done in all these years.
How do you not know that? I asked myself this uselessly, then switched my brain off.
“Look at that pretty dick,” Jace grunted.
I was hard as marble, my balls tight and my taint thick and pronounced.
“You’re so fucking ready to blow,” he said, amused.
“Fuck me harder,” I growled.
Jace did it as if to prove a point. Pleasure, competition, sweet vengeance; whatever this was, he was welcome to repeat this every day of every week. What he had done to me tonight was the thing I had been chasing all summer. He had unlocked something in me that I didn’t want to stow away again.
“Are you gonna come?” he asked, almost as if he were taunting me. Are you gonna cry? The words were so familiar and so foreign at once. The tone reminded me that we had once been adopted as brothers in all but blood.
Why did he have to make it a kink? And why did it work so fucking well?
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please. Fuck, Jace. Please…”
He kept up the pace and seemed to think about it for the shortest of moments, then gave in.
His left hand rested on the side of my chest, and his right moved to my cock.
“You’re so fucking hard, baby boy,” he purred.
And then, as if to see how far I would go—like I hadn’t already shown him that I would go all the way—he pulled on that expression of rising mischief.
“I’ll make you come,” he said. “But you have to open your mouth.”
The realization blinded me with its promising allure, and air hitched in my throat, but I did as he asked.
I opened my mouth wide and let him stroke me.
Between his cock ramming hard against my prostate and keeping me on the edge of climax and his hand stroking me firmly, I was beyond that invisible, irresistible line in half a minute.
A shudder passed through me, and a moan ripped from my strangled throat before the first ribbon of white cum sprayed my face and landed in my mouth.
Its strange, sweet, and salty flavor soaked into my tongue as my dick throbbed and more of it sprayed over me.
Some landed on my chest, some in my hair, but Jace was determined to push me to the furthest limit, keeping it up for a few moments longer as the last drops of cum trickled from my cock and dripped over my lips and tongue.
The pulsing, throbbing sensation spread through my entire body. My hole was tight around Jace’s cock, and my toes curled hard, probably scratching his smooth, beautiful skin. He fucked me harder for a dozen more heartbeats, then let his dick slide out of me and gripped it with his hand.
My mouth remained open, and the white heat of his orgasm sprayed my lips and chin as Jace stepped closer to my face. He filled my mouth with his cum, its heat and flavor wrapping around my soul.
“Look at that,” Jace purred, panting for air as soon as the words were out. “Look at the mess we made.”
I reached up for his cock, taking it into my hand and extending my tongue.
Cum trickled from the corners of my lips.
If you thought I couldn’t take this, you never would have offered it, I thought.
He never would have wanted me in the first place if we weren’t the two sides of the same faulty penny.
I sucked the tip of his cock, making him inhale sharply at the sensation. And when I let him go, my legs hanging over the armrest of the chair, Jace helped me sit up. Wet stains remained on the chair both where my head had been and where I had just been sitting after I rose to my feet.
I swallowed once, the sinful cocktail of cum and spit passing through my body, and I looked straight into Jace’s eyes.
He gazed back and nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re mine.”
I held his gaze for a few moments and stepped closer. “Kiss me like this and I’ll believe you.”
Cocking one side of his lips into a wicked smile, Jace leaned in.
He pressed his lips against mine, tasting both of us and taking in plenty of evidence of our sins.
He kissed me hungrily as if we hadn’t just had mind-shattering orgasms, his hands exploring my body as if I were something completely new and interesting.
And after he pulled his head back, our bodies pressed together and his hands firmly holding my ass, he nodded again. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun.”
I didn’t doubt that for a second.
But when the day came to pay the price, would we survive it? I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to think about it. One thing was for sure: these debts would follow us forever. And they would catch up no matter how fast we ran.