Page 56 of When Ben Loved Jace
When he tries to pull me to my feet again to return the favor, I shake my head. I need him too bad. I’ve spent all week thinking of the things I want to do but can’t. I’m on the verge of starvation. I have to satiate my own appetite first, although I do give him a show, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling out my dick so he can watch me play with it. He even raises a polished shoe, carefully pressing it against the underside of my nuts, which feels incredible. His uniform does it for me so much that, if I didn’t have other plans for him, I’d blow a load all over it. I tongue his balls while squeezing his cock, which is rock hard. He’s ready for round two.
When I stand, he tries to go down, but I shake my head again. “I need you to fuck me.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nod and spin around. The bed is still occupied. The cat can have it to himself. I bend over the kitchen table, making myself available. Jace starts tonguing me, which always drives me wild. I bite my own forearm to stop myself from moaning too loud, because for all we know, a happy family could be ambling down the sidewalk outside.
“Come on, baby,” I plead. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew,” Jace counters, sliding a finger inside.
Which is for the best, because sometimes I can be too hasty and it usually ends up hurting. He doesn’t waste much time. Another finger joins the first. Then he decides I’ve loosened up enough. I feel him push against my hole and gasp in shock when he plunges inside. Jace’s big hands grip the table on either side of my head as he begins to thrust. Pain and pleasure battle each other until one wins out. I sigh contentedly when his hips press against my ass cheeks and he holds himself there.
“I missed you,” I murmur.
“I can tell,” Jace replies, almost pulling out entirely before he slowly slides all the way back in again. “I missed you too.”
His strokes continue in this fashion, long and controlled, making me gasp and quiver, but I’m not completely satisfied. I have one more burning desire.
“Hold up,” I say. “I wanna turn over. So I can see you.”
Jace slides out and rights himself. I spin around and kick my shorts off. Then I can scurry onto the table. His hands wrap around my ankles, holding my legs in the air as he buries his cock in me again. He starts slow before picking up the pace. I’m transfixed by his handsome face, mesmerized by his long torso and limbs. I love how big he is. He makes me feel safe. Like he can protect me from the world. From myself. This is exactly what I needed. To be reminded that I belong to him completely. And I do, in every imaginable way.
His eyes are locked on mine now, the trademark kindness replaced by unbridled lust. I love getting to see this side of him. The beast hidden inside the prince. His balls have been slapping my ass this whole time, but I don’t feel them as much, which means that they’ve pulled up tight and he’s about to—
“Ungh!I’m gonna come!”
“Do it, baby!”
I’m the one gripping the table now as his thrusts intensify. Then he growls, slams himself against me, and holds himself there as his cock pulsates inside my ass. His strength spent, Jace collapses onto the table, my neck straining so I can meet him in a kiss.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I love you too,” I say before biting my bottom lip. “Keep going.”
Jace stands up straight. Then he slow fucks me, as I’vecome to think of it. That’s sort of his thing, when we’re not this desperate after too much separation. He often takes his time, looking me over while doing so, his gaze filled with affection. Jace takes my dick in his hand, the pace that he pumps it matched by the same deliberate rhythm, nudging me toward the edge until I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. When I finally come, it makes an absolute mess.
“You really did miss me,” Jace says with a chuckle.
“Yeah.” I reach for him, lust swiftly replaced by emotional need. I place my hands on either side of his big head, kissing him repeatedly, until my back starts to complain.
I release him so we can get cleaned up. Jace strips down completely and puts on a pair of flannel boxers. I wear his uniform shirt like a bathrobe. We tumble into bed, which thrills Samson. He climbs all over us until we roll onto our backs, Jace’s arm around me as the cat settles into the nook between our bodies.
Jace’s chest rises and falls.
“All that sexual tension wasn’t just for me. Was it?”
I wrestle with wanting to be honest while also not wanting to hurt him. “No, but I didn’t think of him while we were having sex.”
“It’s okay to fantasize about other people.”
“I agree. But I didn’t. You’re all I want.”
His arm tightens around me. “I know how bewildering it can be, when someone from your past returns unexpectedly. Like your entire world has been upended.”
I roll onto my side so I can see him. “Is that how it was when Victor showed up?”
Jace nods. “Yeah. I wasn’t happy in my relationship with Adrien, so it was impossible not to compare them. That’s normal too.”
