Page 105 of Jace
All I can do is soldier on and keep my orgasm at bay, my balls already drawing up, because I have to… I justhaveto catch this feeling, this sound.
Letting my tongue trail over his stubbled cheek to his lips, I plant a sloppy kiss on his mouth, lips and tongues everywhereas I try to grab my notebook and sharpie which I left on his side table earlier today.
Of course the book falls down as I grab the pen, and I curse.
“Wha–” Ty starts, probably wondering what I’m doing, trying to heft himself a bit higher, but I push him down again with my hips,
“Nothing, handsome. Can I use you as–”
“Oh shit yeah, use me,” he commands with a throaty gasp, making me chuckle because that’s not what I wanted to ask.
But if that's what he wants…
I let the sharpie slide over his back because no way I’m going to lose these words, these notes.
So I write.
I fuck and I write, letting the black words and strings of notes decorate his skin. Because I know that if I stop, if I come, I’ll lose them.
I’ll lose this song.
And this song is a killer.
Tyler is close, I can feel it in the clenching of his ass and the surge in his dick. So I throw the damn sharpie away and jerk and fuck him through it.
I really want to prolong this feeling, but my orgasm is barreling down my back like hell yeah, and when Ty’s ass starts to contract around my dick and his release coats my fingers, letting out a strangled cry, I shudder in release with him, sheer bliss rolling through me.
When the last drop is wrangled out of me, I collapse on his back, being cautious to not wipe the lyrics and notes off with our sweat. He heaves a shuddering sigh, his face pressed into his pillow, and I gently kiss his neck as I roll off and lie sideways next to him.
“You okay?” I ask, and when the shuddering doesn’t let up, I start to get worried. “Ty?” I pet his asscheek. “Babe?”
It takes me a moment to realize that the shuddering is him laughing.
“I’mgreat. Really. What the fuck was that? I’ve never come this hard in my life.” He rolls his head to the side so he can look at me, eyes twinkling, big in wonder.
I shrug, head perched on my hand and can’t contain the big-ass grin that wants to break free. “Thatwas fucking fantastic,” I say and surge forwards, taking his lips in a short but demanding kiss. He groans at the contact and smiles happily when I let him go.
“Agreed. But care to elaborate why I look like a tattoo job gone wrong?” He eyes himself over his shoulder, perching on his elbows, and my scribbling of notes and lyrics in a criss-cross pattern across his back really looks like a mess. “Please tell me that it isn't waterproof.”
“Don’t worry. It isn’t. Would be funny as hell though.”
“And what is it exactly?”
“Consider it my Christmas present for you.”
He raises his brow and cocks his head. “For me?”
I peck his lips again. “Yes. Always. That is a song. A fucking fantastic song if I’m correct.”
“Really?” He nudges his nose to mine, a soft smile on his addictive lips. “What’s it called?”
I eye him, my big beautiful man who takes everything life throws at him in stride, his head held high. My amazing man who didn’t bat an eye at this giant revelation about himself, but explored this attraction with eyes wide open. And my man who–even if it was his first time with a guy–commanded the fuck out of me just now, like the king he truly is.
“Majestic,” I answer, and his eyes soften. He takes my lips again, scraping his teeth over my lower lip, kissing the fuck out of me.
“Wait!” He suddenly peels back. “I have a Christmas present for you as well,” Tyler gets his naked ass out of his bed and bends to grab his duffel which he threw in the corner earlier today. Can’t say I mind the view.
“A Christmas present?” I ask. That’s not something I’d expected, but fuck if it doesn’t make me giddy. I never get presents.
