Page 25 of When Ben Loved Jace
I crawl forward and begin servicing him again. Each time I glance up, Jace’s gaze is filled with lust. His mouth hangs open slightly as I use him to ram the back of my throat. At one point he takes my head in both of his hands and thrusts so intently that I’m certain he’s about to finish. He doesn’t though. Instead he pulls out.
“Lick my balls.”
I’ve been neglecting them so far, which is shameful, because he has such a nice pair. I run my tongue around and underneath them, and take note, because he’s really moaning now. Then Iwork my way back up his cock, starting at the base, before teasing the head with my tongue. I manage to wrap both of my hands around the shaft to pump it while doing so. Jace looks pleased with my efforts. I’m pleading with my eyes while grinding against the couch. I know it’s our first time, and that it would be romantic if it lasted forever, but the anticipation has been building for weeks and I just can’t take it anymore.
“Please,” I say.
“All right, Ben.” Jace’s fingers run through my hair, encouraging me to go down on him again. “Finish me off."
I suck like my life depends on it, still pumping him with a fist. When he starts bucking, I hold on for dear life, not wanting to waste a drop. He finally explodes in my mouth, and I swear it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I swallow greedily and keep slurping before he pulls me close. I place my knees to either side of his torso, staring into green eyes as he takes me into his mouth. He can read my expression. I’m desperate to blow my load. Just when I’m about to, he pushes on my hips, forcing me out.
“Right here,” he says, patting his chest. “I wanna watch.”
Then one of his big hands wraps around my dick, which is still wet enough for his fist to slide up and down. That feels good, but when he reaches around with his free hand and begins massaging my hole, I lose it, shooting rope after rope onto his chest. And his neck. I’m worried about that last bit getting on the couch until he wipes it off with a finger and licks it clean.
“You taste good,” he says. “All over.”
I laugh, collapsing onto him. “Says the guy who wouldn’t let me take a shower with him. You’re lucky that I have impeccable hygiene.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
I push myself up to examine his face. “Is that your fetish or something? I didn’t want to ask earlier, but Victor couldn’t have been the cleanest guy.”
“He did all right,” Jace says. “He’d bathe in the lake by my house. Or strip down in the rain. That sort of thing. Sometimes he was a little musky but… You know that scent that gets on your skin and clothes when you hang out around a campfire? That always makes me think of him.”
“It’s a nice smell,” I murmur, settling back down and restingmy head on his chest. But only for the briefest of seconds. “Ugh! I totally forgot where I just came!”
Jace laughs. “Looks like you might get that shower after all. Unless you want me to give you a cat bath.”
He attempts to lick my face, making me laugh as I try to squirm free, but he won’t let me go, his long arms wrapping around me to pull me close over and over again. Eventually I give up. He’s weird, we’re a mess, and I’m falling fast. I just hope he feels the same way about me.
— — —
We’re standing next to Jace’s car the following morning, my heart already aching from the impending separation, even if it’s only for a few hours. I’m hooked on him already. Like a junky.
“When do you have to fly out again?” I ask, holding one of his hands in mine.
“Tomorrow.”
I perk up at this news. “So you can stay the night with me again?”
He grimaces. “I need to get home to Samson.”
“Why? Greg takes care of him when you’re gone, right?”
Jace’s expression is vulnerable. “Yeah. But I love him. And he loves me.”
I stare in disbelief. Then I laugh, but not mockingly. He’s just so sweet.
“Besides,” Jace says, “I fly out early the morning after. But I promise, the next chance I have to bid for my schedule, I’ll try to get more stops here.”
I shake my head, not understanding.
“Each month, when the airlines post their schedules, everyone in the crew ranks which routes they want most, which are awarded based on seniority. I don’t have much pull yet. Just be patient with me.”
“I have a better idea. I’ll drop out of school and come live in your trailer. That way Samson is never alone.”
He smiles before kissing me. “Go to class. Paying off student loans is bad enoughwitha degree. You’ve made it this far. Keep your eye on the prize.”
