Page 17 of Feels Like Home

Jace stroked Ian’s cock.

“Jesus,” Ian moaned, his fingers gripping Jace’s hair tightly. “I love your greedy mouth, sweetheart.”

Jace glided his tongue along Ian’s pulsating cock, savoring the exquisite taste of his pre-cum. He tightened his throat around the thickness while fondling Ian’s balls.

It was sheer madness to suck a guy off in his bedroom while his family was home. Ian had that effect on him, a seductive and addictive pull that left Jace craving more.

The thick cock slid deeper into Jace’s willing mouth. Ian rocked his hips, his moans quiet, but urgent, like he was daring Jace to do his worst. Jace sucked hard and fast, hungry for the taste of Ian’s release. Desperate for it.

“Jace.” Ian’s hips moved faster, his cock thrusting harder. He locked eyes with Jace, his whiskey-colored gaze burning with need.

Ian’s movements faltered, his muscles tense and straining. He clenched his jaw like he was fighting not to shout. Cum filled Jace’s mouth to overflowing, spilling down his chin and forcing him to back off.

“Fuck, kitten.” Ian was on him, pinning Jace on the floor.

Holy shit. Ian unleashed was an exhilarating sight to behold. Wildly beautiful, savage, and focused. He yanked Jace’s underwear down, damn near ripping them off. Ian swiped the cum off of Jace’s mouth and chin, using it as lube as he curled his fist around Jace’s throbbing dick.

“I’m-I’m not quiet.” The tight, stroking fist ripped a loud, searing cry out of Jace. Ian’s lips crashed over his, muffling the sounds with pure sin.

The buildup was almost at its peak. A hot tide of passion raged through Jace, burning so fucking good. His body exploded in a downpour of fiery sensations. His body writhed and strained, his release filling Ian’s fist, jets of cum surging over Jace’s chest.

Every inch of Jace felt shredded, his arms and legs collapsing to the floor.

“I smell breakfast.” Ian pressed his face into Jace’s throat and inhaled. “We worked up an appetite.”

“You’re going to have to help me up.” Jace raised an arm then let if flop back down.

“Tell me where the washcloths are, and I’ll wet one for you.” Ian helped Jace to his feet, and then he stuffed his cock back into his underwear.

“In the cabinet inside the bathroom.” Jace looked around the floor for the clothes he’d taken from his drawer. The underwear around his thighs had cum on them. He kicked them off and dug for a fresh pair.

Ian’s gaze slid hungrily over Jace. “If we were at my house, I’d toss you onto my bed and find out just how loud you can get, sweetheart.”

Mind blanking out, Jace grabbed the shorts and shirt from the floor. Something wet touched his palm. His underwear wasn’t the only casualty. Somehow spunk had landed on his shirt. Jace used it to wipe off his chest, making a mental note to do his own laundry this week.

Ian left but returned moments later, handing over the warm cloth. Jace gladly took it and wiped all the messiness from his skin. He gave Ian his back when he cleaned his groin area.

“You’re not hiding anything I haven’t seen,” Ian said from behind him.

“I just…” Jace shook his head, letting the rest of his sentence die since he had no idea how to finish it anyway. His modesty was absurd considering he’d just had Ian’s dick down his throat and his own cock had been wrapped in the guy’s hand. Another one of life’s mysteries.

Ian rested his chest against Jace’s back, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. The physical connection immediately soothed Jace’s nerves. Without saying a word, Ian had the power to ease Jace’s anxieties.

That only proved that Ian was a narcotic and Jace was his hopeless addict.

“I can’t help who I am.”

He rested his cheek against Jace’s. “I like you just the way you are.”

That would be true until Ian grew tired of dealing with Jace’s introverted nature. It was probably wise not to form too strong an attachment to Ian, though Jace had a feeling that was a losing fight. Hello, addict right here.

“Go ahead and get dressed. The smell of food is making my stomach growl and my mouth water.” Ian gave Jace’s hip a gentle pat. “If you feel comfortable enough, I’d love to bring you back to my place. If you’re interested in spending more time together.”

Jace hurried to get dressed as soon as Ian let go of him. He even put on his shoes, but he already missed the physical closeness between them. Jace ran his hands down his shirt, anxious about taking Ian downstairs. This was the first time anyone had spent the night in his bedroom.

Would his grandma really interrogate Ian? How would Jace’s mom react? Both had never been fond of Tucker and made their opinions known of him. Of course, they never said anything to Tucker’s face.

At least not his mom. His grandma, however, was skilled at making rude comments without anyone being able to prove they were rude.

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