Page 96 of Jace
“You guys don’t have a queen,” I manage to get out, followed by a moan. “But you really are the king. The blowjob king. Shit. How do you know how to do that? Did you practice?” I narrow my eyes on him. “Please tell me you didn’t practice.”
He chuckles. “Can you shut up when I’m trying to suck your dick?”
“Can’t you shut up and just suck my dick?” I push him towards my cock with a wicked smile, just like he did a couple of weeks back, and he happily obliges, swallowing me back down again. He sucks me so deep into his mouth, he’s almost to the hilt.
Oh Jesus. Who would’ve thought he was a pro at this from the start? Hereallyis made for this.
It doesn’t take long before the telltale tingles start in my lower back, how could it when he’s gobbling me down like I’m a damn feast? I gently hold his face, trying my best not to thrust too deep forward every time he takes me down as a pro.
But he makes it damn hard when he starts stroking himself with his free hand, when he moans around my dick like his life depends on it. The sight doing me in.
“Ty…” A choked sound leaves my lips. “Ty, fuck. I’m gonna–” I warn, not expecting him to want to swallow on the first try.
And I’m right, because he let’s go at the last possible second with a final suck on the tip, stroking me through my release. I come all over his mouth, gasping through my orgasm. I’m painting his lips, cheeks and chin on a strangled cry.
“Holy shit,” I exclaim, half groaning at the sight.
He looks utterly debauched, his eyes gleaming as he looks up at me, jerking himself off quicker now, twisting the tip at every upstroke. When I grip his hair tighter, he lets out a gasp. His abs clench, and he closes his eyes as he spurts onto the bathroom floor, shuddering through his release.
I haul him up immediately when he’s done, latching onto his mouth in a hot and heavy kiss, tasting myself on his lips. He groans when my tongue curls around his, but he gasps and pushes me backwards when I flatten him against the tiles.
“Shit! Cold!” He gives me a half-hearted slap against my ass, and I let out a laugh.
I help him get his face clean, the both of us chuckling, before I thrust the soap in his hands and step out from under the hot spray. “Wash up, blowjob king. We have to leave soon.”
He gives me my favorite shy smile, body still relaxed from the mutual orgasms, as he soaps up his chest. Never knew I could be jealous of a pair of hands.
“Yeah? Was it good?”
I wink at him. “Are you kidding? You deserve for me to serenade your ass off tonight.”
And I mean it. With the performance he just gave me? They should put a big ass crown on his helmet, like the king he is.
TWENTY-FOUR
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
I grin at my guy as we stand before my childhood home, watching the decorations my dad put in the yard. I’m fairly positive though that the Santa, who is in a compromising position behind a reindeer, is courtesy of my brother, J.
It’s Christmas Day. My parents always alternate with my aunt and uncle between having Christmas Day or Christmas Eve off, and this year we have the entire day.
So I gathered it would be the perfect time to introduce him to my family.
As my boyfriend then, because they alreadyknowhim of course. After the first time, he visited once more to go surfing with me. My mom is actually quite fond of him and loves hearing his stories about all his adventures from Europe.
So when I told them yesterday after we closed the diner–because of course I helped them out–that he was coming with me today, she was all smiles.
Let’s hope she’s still that excited when she finds out what kind of new adventures he’s been having.
“Yeah, I’m sure. They're cool. I know they are.” But still, I can’t stop the nerves fluttering in my chest.
“But it’s still scary, right?” he asks the winning question as we saunter towards the house and make our way over the porch to the back. I really want to hold his hand right now, but I don’t want to surprise them too much.
“It is,” I agree. “How did you actually come out back home?”
“Well…” He seems to think about it, pushing his hair back before leaning against the porch railing. “I just didn’t. Not really.”
I frown and step forward, fingering the hem of his white collared shirt. My shirt actually, the one he borrowed last week. “What do you mean, you didn’t come out? People seem to know you swing both ways.”
