Chapter 54
I EXPECT HESITATION. SHYNESS. EMBARRASSMENT. Maybe.
I don't expect an ecstatic, "Fuck yes!"
Once more, Jace manages to take me completely by surprise. If I hadn't known him prior to the mate bond, I might think he's been with other guys.
"I – I was joking. You don't have to do it so soon."
Yes. I am stuttering because he's managed to gast my flabbers.
"That's not fair to you," he argues, sidling closer until he can comfortably drape his arms over my shoulders.
"But you've never given head before."
"To a girl, I have."
I don't want to know that. "It's different when it's to a guy. I don't want you doing something because you feel like you have to."
He kisses my jaw, eyes soft. He lingers for a moment, the small gesture driving an arrow right through my heart. It's always the littlest gestures that have the biggest impact.
"I want to. Besides, I have to learn at some point. Why not start now?" One hand dips low and he palms the fabric over my cock. His touch is light, a little hesitant but curious all the same.
He makes a valid point. Still, "Are you sure?"
His moves are bolder now. With the tip of his finger, he trails a line over the length of my straining cock through my jeans. He licks his lips.
Fuck. How does he have this much control over my body? He's like an incubus.
When he looks up at me from under thick lashes, blonde hair falling into his eyes, it's piercing and smoldering.
"I'm sure."
A low rumble vibrates in my chest and I grab his neck, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. I feel him smiling against my mouth and it pushes me closer to becoming feral.
Jace breaks away first, those green eyes the most seductive I've seen them. He could get me to commit cold-blooded murder with that face.
"Pants off, Daniels."
And just like that, I feel the shift and I finally understand his place in the bedroom.
A definite bottom but not submissive. He enjoys the back and forth, playing off of each other. He likes the dynamic we have where I tease, and he matches it. Jace has no problem taking command in his own way, enjoying the control that comes with telling me what he wants and how to please him.
It's hot as hell that he's comfortable ordering me around.
I bring him back for another kiss which he denies, tilting his head so I end up getting his neck. Getting out of bed, I make a show of removing my pants and boxers, gauging his reaction.
Jace's eyes never leave me. They direct a path over my naked torso, fully taken with every movement I make. His head tilts when I stand up straight again, kicking away my pants.
He peers up through thick lashes, his gaze smoldering, and my breath catches when he crooks a finger, beckoning me forward.
Jace scoots back and pats the bed, gesturing for me to lie down on my back.
"Any advice?" he asks, trailing his fingers down my chest and abs. I cushion my head with my arms, enjoying very much where this is going.
"Do what I did to you. With your mouth, I mean."
He laughs. "Right. Because you're too macho to put your legs over my shoulder?"
"I'll probably crush you by accident."
His eyes roll and he leans down to kiss me.
He starts slow, distracting me with his lips on mine as his fingers wrap around my cock, gently stroking, getting a feel of it.
It's not meant to pleasure – not yet – but as if he's getting used to touching me.
Though I suspect by his raspy breathing and deepening kiss in response to my twitching cock in his tentative grip, he's getting pleasure out of this.
He makes his way down my body, leaving a trail kisses that have me panting by the time he reaches my hips.
His lips are soft against my skin but confident in every kiss and titillating swipe of his tongue.
I expect him to close his eyes and dive in but instead, I'm caught off guard when he maintains eye contact, his tongue soft and hot against the tip of my cock.
He circles the head once, drags his tongue across the center and down my length, back up again, wrapping his lips around me at the same time he strokes with both hands.
My eyes roll and I swear, my soul levitates for a second before slamming back into place.
Holy. Fuck.
The need to touch him is unbelievable. Brushing strands of that gorgeous blonde hair off his forehead, my abs tighten at the sight of his closed eyes followed by the contented moan.
"You're doing great, baby."
I catch the mischief on his face. Before I can guess what he's up to, he adjusts his position so that he's lying on his side, half-draped over my hips, his back to me.
He tucks a pillow between his thighs, and I'm immediately drawn to the delicate curve of his waist.
My gaze dips to his ass, cheeks slightly spread in invitation.
My view of him sucking me off is blocked creating a level of sensation that nearly does me in.
He starts off easy, getting a feel of a rhythm and as he gradually loosens up, I can tell he's enjoying himself.
I get a great show of his bobbing head, back muscles tensing and flexing every time he moves.
He alternates between sucking and licking, stroking, and every so often, he'll pop my cock out of his mouth.
My breathing is labored. I've lost count of how many times my abs have tightened, my eyes have rolled, or how many times I've strangled the mattress or squeezed his ass for every time he edges me close to coming only to break away, switch tempo, and prolong the orgasm.
When it finally hits me, Jace as switched positions again.
He's straddling my torso, and over the curve of his ass, up the delicious path over his back and shoulders, his head continues bobbing.
My legs twitch and I clamp my hands on his waist.
He tilts his hips, the movement so sensual under my palms that it pushes me over.
Jace gasps, tossing his head as I come so hard, white light blinds me. My legs are still twitching, and my fingers seemed to have glued themselves to his side.
As the fog begins to lift, Jace is sitting up, one hand splayed over my chest taking most of his weight as he digs out a packet of wet wipes from the drawer of the bedside table. He begins wiping us off, starting with cleaning my excess off his cheeks and chin.
"Sorry about that. Lost control for a second," I admit shamelessly.
"Somehow, I doubt you're sorry." He climbs off me and continues cleaning up. He doesn't toss me the packet of wipes, taking the initiative to do it himself.
"Nice job on giving your first blowjob, Conner. Can't remember the last time I came so hard."
The grin I get is equal parts prideful and dark amusement. My heart is suddenly pounding for a different reason altogether. Jace tosses the wipe and swipes the packet off the bed as he crawls closer.
When he's practically in my lap, his lips brush my jawline, ghosting upward over my bottom lip. I almost miss it if not for the shock of electricity from the bond.
His breath falls softly against my mouth.
Seductive green eyes peer up through thick, long lashes.
A finger traces my jaw.
He has me entranced. A willing victim at his mercy even as I wrap my fingers around that beautiful neck of his.
"I can do it again."
Fuck me.
Pulling him close, I smash our lips together in a kiss that's equally dominating and passionate. He moans softly, a note of laughter carrying as I flip us over and his legs lock around my waist.
It's nearly four in the morning. It's also the last week of school. I don't think either of us need to be there for the rest of the week.