Page 22 of Run to Me
Holy fuckballs. Now I see what the big deal is—what everyone raves about. Why so many people love being fucked. This is the opposite of suffocating and walls closing in. This is breathing for the first time and being free from restrictions.
It’s as earth-shattering as they say—world tilting and riveting. He hits me there harder and I close my eyes, the lights in the room traveling behind my eyelids, creating colorful shooting rays. I’m lighting up inside, and gripped so tightly by pleasure my whole body tenses as I spurt cum all over the sheets, my ass pressing back against his hand.
Turning around, I reach for the zipper on his pants but he moves my hand to his face, his lips attacking mine. Moaning into my mouth, he runs his fingers down my crack and I don’t ever want to be anywhere else. Then it dawns on me. He’s trying to distract me from getting him off again and it was working. Pressing my hand to his chest, I force distance between us, my heart rate climbing higher.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“What?” He plays dumb, sweeping loose strands of hair from my face, and there he goes trying to change direction again, but my mind comes right back to the question at hand.
“Why won’t you let me do the same for you?”
“Because this is about you, not me.”
“Can’t it be about both of us?” My voice cracks.
“I don’t deserve to feel good.” The corners of his lips squeeze tight.
My heart hurts at the tortured look on his face. He really believes that, doesn’t he? “What? Why would you say that?”
“Because I’ve broken so many rules already. I didn’t stay in my room last night. I ate candy before breakfast and showered fortoo long, wasting too much water.” He means when he showered with me. I hopped in after him yesterday the moment we were alone in the house, grabbing the loofah and washing his body from behind. Tensing up, he held my hands still and turned around, grabbing the loofah from my hands. It went from me trying to clean him to him scrubbing me in all the places that had my knees buckling.
He didn’t bother to hide his scars from me then, but he did keep forcing my eyes onto his every time I tried to look down, my gaze trailing over all his damaged skin.
I cup his face in my hands. “Oh, baby. None of those are bad things. We all do them, and there were two of us so technically we saved on water.” I press a kiss to the corner of his lips. “And I gave you the candy, so if I get to be rewarded for it then you do too.” Moving my hands slowly down his body, I undo his pants, and he doesn’t stop me this time.
His breaths quicken and his eyes are dark with arousal as I reach into his underwear, my cock stirring again when my hand comes in contact with the soft sleeve of skin. He’s uncut and fucking perfect. Tugging his underwear halfway down his hips, I lift his dick over the waistband, pushing back the skin and sliding down in the bed until my face is met with his groin. I’ve never done this before, but hopefully I’ve watched enough people do it in videos to figure it out. Either way, Jace won’t judge me, he never does, always glancing at me with eyes of wonder like he is in this moment.
Licking my lips and the shiny precum dribbling from his tip, I roll his foreskin back and forward, stroking him slowly. I lick at his swollen head, tasting him one inch at a time until he’s fully in my mouth, his salty taste hitting the back of my throat. Bobbing my head, I add a little suction, swirling my tongue as I gag a little from his rolling hips.
His eyes are closed when I look up at him, head tilted back as he moves with my mouth, his cock dragging over my tongue, and my throat restricts around him when he reaches the back of it again. I tug at him, enough to draw out another moan, and he pulls at my hair, writhing between me and the bed. “You look so good like this too. Fuck, you look good doing anything really.” He releases a hearty laugh.
I release myself from him with a pop, kissing his tip as I catch my breath and smile up at him. “And you taste so good. I want to do this to you all the time, to show you how much you deserve good things.”
“I already have them just by having you in the room with me, and I don’t even deserve it.”
“You do, and you deserve this.” I kiss his tip, trailing my lips up and down the underside of his cock. “And this.” I lightly suckle at his fat head and he arches his hips. “That too, and definitely this.” Sliding my mouth all the way down his shaft again, I move my mouth a little faster this time, burying my face in his pubes while holding my breath for too long. I let him hold me in place, taking what I want him to have, and his pleasure spills down my throat as he comes on a groan.
Letting go of my hair, he goes slack underneath me, and I rub my wet lips along his inner thigh, swallowing all of him down like a thirsty man wandering in a desert. His breaths are heavy pants, slowing down the longer we lay this way, and then he tenses.
“Oh fuck, Nate. I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He lifts his head, stroking my cheek, and I smile up at him.
“No. I mean, my throat may be sore for the next few days but I’ll enjoy carrying the reminder with me.”
I crawl up his body and press my mouth to his, soaking up the dreamy look on his face—those blissed-out, dark brown eyes,and the black hair sticking to his forehead. Rewards look good on him.
He strokes my neck, smiling dopily down at me. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
“Yeah, I did, and I can’t wait to show you how okay it is to drink your next full can of Coke.”
A chuckle breaches his lips and his mouth hovers over mine. “You’re lucky my brain is too fried for me to argue with you right now.”
“Is that all it is?” I like to think it’s a cover-up for the fact that he enjoyed what happened so much he forgot about needing to be punished. Otherwise we’re back where we started, and he’s not ready to remember that he didn’t suffer the consequences for all the bad he thinks he did yesterday or today. I’m not either, and I’ll do my best to make him forget for as long as I can.
My head is groggy when I wake up, and Jace is missing from my bed. My heart quickly falls into my stomach after realizing what he probably left to do. He didn’t get his punishments earlier. What if he woke up thinking he needed them all over again? With panic thrumming in my tight chest, I run out of my room, and a heavy weight shallows my breaths when I don’t find him in his room or the living room. A cheesy, savory smell hits my nose and I follow it to the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear when I spot him dancing in front of the stove.
Hips shaking and head bobbing from side to side, he flips food with a spatula. His tone is off-pitch as he sings the lyrics to a song I sang in choir in senior year.
“When did you wake up?”
