Page 104 of Jace
“Because I want to dothis,”I say when I hook one of his legs in the crook of my arm, bending it backwards as I nestle my body back on his, where it belongs. “Are you ready, babe?”
He nods as he inhales on a gasp and then drives his tongue in between my lips at the same time as I grab my aching dick and position myself in between his thighs.
Lining up the tip with his hole, I gently ease a bit inside, eliciting a moan from Tyler. As I halt, letting him get used to the feeling, his fingers twist in my hair again and I swear his entire body trembles.
“Jace,”he exclaims as he tears his lips free. “Fuck, I needmore.Give it to me.”
I can’t deny his request, I think I’ll never be able to deny himanything, so I sink deeper, a mutual groan rumbling in both of our chests, as the heat of his body envelops me and I’m balls deep inside him. Bare.
‘Oh shit,” I gasp on a shudder as I let my head fall on his neck, closing my eyes. The pressure is un-fucking-believable. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before… It’severything.
“Jace,” Tyler gasps, now digging his nails into my back, his knees clenched against my sides. “Please fucking move.”
Unable to keep still myself, I honor his request and slowly pull out as I lift my head, fisting onto his erection between our bodies and lowering my hand as I shove my dick back inside him.
His eyes flare, his cheeks flush, his mouth opens on a silent moan, and I bend down to kiss those lips, to swallow down every sound that comes out of him as I start to really move.
I want to go slow, I really do, letting him get used to having a dick inside him, to having sex with another man. But Tyler pulls me closer, his nails scratching my back as he surges his ass up to get closer to me, to let me getdeeper.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” he mouths against my lips. “Please go faster. I wantmore.”
His dick twitches in my hand as I comply and give him a hard thrust, trying to move faster, deeper. If I had any doubts about him, if he wants this, those doubts fly out the window with every happy sound that comes out of his mouth.
“More. Give me more.” He’s burning up, chest flushed with desire, and I want to give him what he wants, want to make this as incredible for him as it already is for me. So I pull out and before he can start to curse me out, I maneuver his body around and get him on his hands and knees. I drive back inside this delicious man with force, having a tight grip on his hip with one hand. My other finds his straining dick in no time and gets him off in tandem with my thrusts.
“Oh holyshit,”he exclaims and scrambles for purchase, which he can only find at the end of the mattress, holding on for dear life. “Harder.”
At this new angle Ireallyram into his prostate, and with every push his breathing quickens and his shoulders dip lower. Until his chest is pressed against the mattress and he can only moan, all other sounds having left him.
But no sounds have left me. No, I hear them. I hear them crystal fucking clear.
Words. Sounds. So many of them. They flood my brain like someone ripped up a dictionary and threw the pages all over me while simultaneously conducting a perfect orchestra.
It’s there.
It’s wonderful.
And I need to fucking write this shit down before I forget the perfect melody in my head.
But Ty grunts beneath me, contracting his ass around my dick and shit, I’m in heaven. I try to focus on the way I’m sliding steadily in and out of that perfect round ass of his, how everytime I push deep, he grunts and gasps, tightening those fingers to the point of turning white, how I really,really, want to paint that teasing tan line with my cum.
It’s magic.
Oh god, this is elysium.
I swear I see fucking stars.
“I need– I need–” I gasp as my whole body fucking shudders when he pushes back hard, and I let myself fall forward over his broad back, pushing his upper body down with my hand firmly in his neck, so I can go deeper, can go harder, can chase the song that’s building in my head. Because I need, I need…
Oh fuck, I justneed.
Tyler slants his head sideways on the pillow, mouth open and eyes practically rolling back in his head when I hitthatspot over and over again, letting out a long guttural groan that can be heard in this entire house.
And my answering groan is nothing compared to the indecent sounds that come out of my man.
He’s utterly helpless as I pound him into the mattress, this big strong resilient quarterback, the guy who is famous for being so level headed and cool on the field.
He’s putty beneath me. He’severything.
