Page 79 of Jace
My legs are stretched out, my back against the truck's cabin, and my hands are now firmly on his ass. Because I'm starting to understand that I really, really like his ass and how it fits perfectly in my big hands.
His tongue finds its way into my mouth, making me light up again. I could probably kiss him for hours, getting high on hismouth alone, on how he practically devours me every time we do this.
I never understood the long make-out sessions my brothers and friends used to have, bragging about it the day after in class, or in my brothers’ cases at breakfast. I was never into that. Yes, I kissed girls; I kissed Kaylee, I enjoyed it even.
But it was never like this.
And I totally get it now; I could do this forever.
With every stroke of his tongue, my dick gets impossibly harder. It feels like it's going to burst out of my shorts if he keeps this up, but I don't want him to stop either, so I pull him as close to me as I can get him.
He honestly growls at that, flicking my hat off my head again so he can take hold of my hair as he starts to move against me while ravishing me.
He’s hard as well, his cock pressed against my lower belly, which is doing crazy things to my groin. And I know it now. Iknowthat this isn’t just a stupid phase or some glitch or any of the other unreasonable excuses I’ve given myself over the last couple of weeks.
This is right. This is me.
It feels so,soright that I can’t find it in me to freak out about this.
About the media part? The scrutiny if this became public? Hell yeah. About me being bi or gay or whatever? No. It just makes sense.
Jace makes sense.
Especially when he groans into my mouth when I find the courage to touch himthere,to press the heel of my hand against his covered dick that's inches above mine. Because I have to, I just fuckinghaveto know how it feels. I want to know howIfeel touching that.
Like expected, it does not disappoint. If the stirring in my own dick is any indication, then I freaking love it.
“Oh, shit, Ty,” Jace grunts against my mouth, inhaling shakily. “You don’t have to if you don’t–”
I shut him up by kissing him again, using my free hand to hold onto his throat and keep his face steady, so I can delve my tongue into his mouth and devour him whole.
“I want this,” I whisper when I pull back, emphasizing my point by giving his dick an experimental squeeze, making him make those delightful sounds again.
Shit, this stuff is heady.
He curses again, dropping his face to my neck and starts giving me open-mouthed kisses there, moaning as if possessed as I rub the hard length of him, his hands firmly lodged on my shoulders, fingers delving into my muscles.
“Oh shit, Ty. I need… Can I?”
I don’t know what he’s asking, but I nod anyway, not wanting this to stop anytime soon. He gives a shaky relieved sigh against my neck before he lifts his face and rewards me with a heated look, lips puffy, and eyes at half-mast, blonde hair sticking out all over the place.
I love that I’m the one who put that look here, making him look this debauched.
He presses his lips to mine again as he shuffles backward on his knees, down my legs, not letting go of my mouth until the last second, as if he wants to stay lip-locked forever.
He urges me down with him then, to lie on my back, and when he climbs back on top of me, still fully clothed, I’m never more grateful that I opted for the long bed of this truck, because we fit easily.
Jace also fits perfectly on top of me, like he's meant to be there.
“Yeah,” he says softly as he places his hands next to my head and thrusts downward, making his dick line up with mine deliciously and sending sparks down my crotch. “Better.”
“Hmm, much better,” I agree before finding his mouth again, cupping his awesome ass again, getting lost in his touch once more. Thisisbetter. It’s weird, too, because he’s just so big, and it’s very different to hold someone who’s close to my size... To feel another man’s dick against my own.
It just feels so much more right than anything ever has, and it’s stupid that I’m only now figuring out this part about myself.
“Shame this is in public,” he rumbles against my lips, humping against me.
I grunt in response, fingers clenching in the globes of his behind. “Wouldn’t want to get a ticket for indecent behavior.”
