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Jace sucks in a breath as I lift my head, tonguing his rim, sucking on the tip for a bit, making him shudder. I let go of him with a crooked grin, and yeah, if his heavy-lidded eyes are any indication, he wants this just as bad as me.
I push his too tight jeans further down his legs, and while he kicks the fabric off of him, I get on my knees, grab my sweater over my shoulder and take it off.
I love how his eyes darken when he greedily takes my chest in, how he flicks his tongue along his lower lip when I crawl back over him, taking his shirt with me to get it off of him.
Jace complies, and when he gets back in position, I lower my head and flick my tongue over his nipple. A tremble racks his body, and he punches his hips up reflexively.
“Down there,” he demands throatily, and I chuckle against his skin, happily trailing lower, wanting to worship every damn inch of this man.
I let my tongue slide over the ridges of his abs, ending at the scar on his lower abdomen. I kiss it in reverence, loving and hating it at the same time.
God, I hate what his old band did to him. That he had to endure so much hate because of his sexuality, that he gotstabbedbecause of it. That Bentley the idiot almost put him through something similar again.
And I love the scar at the same time because it’s a reminder how fucking strong he is. How even when he was bullied, beaten and bruised, he stayed true to who he is, never letting it bring him down. He’s still unapologetically, undoubtedly and unashamedly himself.
I also admire that.
So I give the scar one more lingering kiss, before venturing further south. I shuffle backwards between his legs, mouthing a path to my favorite place. Jace lifts his knee, giving me more access, so I take the opportunity to suck one of his balls into my mouth as I take a firm hold on his dick and slowly start to work him up and down.
“Jesus, babe,” Jace says when my tongue trails to his other ball, a tremble wracking him. “That feelsgood.”
I lift my head to look at him, smirking against his length at how he has his eyes closed, neck strained. “I know. Pass me the lube.”
He opens his sex-drunk eyes and makes a grab for the bottle he has on his bedside table. Throwing it to me he says, “You still have too much clothing on.”
I give him a wink when I get on my knees again, opening up the cap. “Will remedy that soon, trust me.”
“Oh, I do. Can’t wait to have that big cock inside of me,” he says with a filthy smirk, eying the bulge in my joggers. “I think you should wear gray sweatpants all the damn time. I love the outline.”
I nearly blush at his brazenness, but as he lets out a soft moan as he watches me slick my fingers, I can’t help but chuckle. He wants this.Badly.
“I want you so fucking bad right now,” he confirms my thoughts, his voice nearly a whisper. “Take these damn pants off.”
I chuckle and get off of the bed to comply with his demand, taking off my shoes, socks and joggers, smearing the stupid lube all over it.
But when I lift my head again, I nearly growl at the sight,Jesus.
He’s moved to his front, one of his plump pillows under his chest, hips rolling into his sheets, every inch of his muscular, bronzed skin on display.
My lips find the heated skin of his neck as Iveryquickly get in position on top of him, my now freed cock nestled against his perfect ass. I find that perfect spot beneath his ear, sucking the skin into my mouth as I rub back and forth between the crack of his ass.
A ragged moan escapes his lips, and I’m not even inside of him yet, but feel my balls tingling already in anticipation. Fuck. I just hope I can hold on long enough to make him come, to make him as deliriously sated as he makes me all the damn time.
I drag myself backwards, mouth moving over his shuddering back as I go. And when I plant a kiss on the top of his tailbone, a whole-body shudder goes through him.
“Jesus, Ty. Just hurry the fuck up,” Jace nearly moans. His hips moving involuntarily against the sheets in near desperation.
Leaning back on my knees, I urge him up on his, while locating the discarded bottle again. I re-apply the lube on my fingers, and when I drip some on his ass, he curses.
Chuckling, I let my slippery fingers slide up and down in between his cheeks, teasing him, pressing gently against his opening every time I pass. And every time I do, his breath hitches.
“Fucking tease,” he growls as I probe for entrance, rubbing against him, but not breaching.
Of course the impatient fucker shoves himself backwards.
And holy shit, does his ass swallow my finger whole. Jace curses at the same time as I let out a guttural groan at the warmth that's enveloping my digit.
“Yeah,” he mutters, head hanging low. “That’s better. Nowmove,damnit.”
