Page 80 of Jace
“Well, let’s not lose our pants then. You know, because of indecency.”
Yeah, sure. Because of indecency.
“No worries,” He grinds himself against me again, making me shudder, ”I can work with this just fine.”
Oh shit. I grab his cargo shorts-covered ass tighter and pull him closer, loving the way his dick presses against mine through our pants, already addicted to the feel of it. But I’m dying to figure out how it would be without the clothing in between us.
Even if it also scares the hell outta me.
“You know,” I start after a gasp and another delicious dry hump. “Not a lot of people come up here.”
He lifts his head, wet lips shimmering in the twilight, and smirks with a knowing gaze. “What are you saying, Ty?”
I bite my lip at that. Is it too soon? I know he wants to date... so maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. But I don’t really care about the dating. I think I’m his anyway, however he wants me. The only thing I care about now is that his dick feels freakingunbelievable, even through clothing. And I’m just so damn curious… And I just want…
“I just wantmore,”I finally say when he lets his tongue glide over my neck again. I emphasize my point by pushing his ass downwards again, hands firmly on his cheeks, making our dicks push against each other again. “I want to know how it feels without...”
“Without what?” the bastard presses against my neck, and I can’t fucking think straight as his breath fans over my ear.
“Just drop trou, Jace,” I grunt, letting my fingers wander behind the waistband of his shorts and boxers, and finally grabbing his bare ass. “Show me what it’s like without clothing. I want to feel your dick.”
His muscled ass clenches when I touch it, knead it, loving how firm it is beneath my fingers. Jace appears to like it as well, because the groans against my neck get that much more intense, especially when I try to get his damn pants to lower already.
“So impatient,” he mutters against me, and I can feel him smiling before he lifts his head. Nonetheless, he answers my request by lifting his hips up, so I can finally slide the fabric below his butt. His eyes bore into mine while I do it, and he looks so freaking turned on that I stop my movements for a bit and lift my head, sliding my nose against his before pressing my lips to his.
I can’t seem to get enough of those lips.
“Oh fuck,” he says when I finally have his shorts down, making him shudder. “Keep going, I want to feel you as well.”
So I do. I lower his boxer briefs as well, pulling them halfway to his thighs, and then let my fingers wander up over his bare hamstrings, heart beating overtime in my chest as I map out his behind.
As I take in the muscles and let myself really touch him, he still has his hips up off of me and is busy trying to undo my own pants.
“Damn preppy chino shorts, they’re way too tight,” he grumbles as he tries to lose the belt. “Why are you wearing a belt while we’re hanging around in the back of your pick up? Couldn’t go with an easier choice of clothing? Like joggers? Or nothing?”
“Yeah, walking around without pants on campus wouldn’t be a very good idea.”
“Says you. I’m the one that is mooning right now if anyone comes up.” He wiggles his butt as he smiles down at me.
“They won’t,” I assure him, pecking his mouth again. “Nobody hardly comes up here, and if they do, we’re parked backwards so we’re out of sight.”
“Well if you’re sure about pulling off some indecent behavior, mister quarterback, then I’m sure I can properly corrupt you,” he states as he finally pulls out my belt and opens up the damn buttons. He gives me a wicked grin before pressing a trail of kisses from my mouth to my ear, leaving me breathless. “Now lift,” he whispers in my ear.
I do as he says, holding his own bare hips levitated above mine as he slides the piece of clothing down. The only piece.
He groans as he figures out that I’ve gone commando tonight, his fingers trailing lightly over my bared dick, earning him a gasp from me. “You’re killing me,” he pushes out between his teeth, before finally lowering himself, making us both groan when our dicks finally make contact for real.
“Fuck,” I say, pressing the back of my head in the blanket, exposing my neck, which Jace immediately latches on to while he lets his hard length slide against mine.
And hard it is. And thick. And so fucking different.
It’s a lot, it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before, but I’m totally into it.
Especially when he presses his hand in between us, wrapping it around us both, which is a tight fit.
It’s the first time a guy touches my dick. It’s the first time that Jace is touching it. And I dunno why it’s different than when it’s a woman, but it justis.
It’s also better. Way, way better.
