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His hands follow my rhythm, jerking me off in tandem with his mouth that gives me the most perfect suction.
I know I’m not going to last long, this is too perfect. And when I cradle his cheek, feel his rough scruff beneath my fingers, I... I’m–
“Coming. I’m coming,” I ground out between clenched teeth. “Oh Jesus.”
I expect him to let me go, used to girls, or only girl really, who never let me cum in her mouth. But he doesn’t. He makes sure his lips are firmly lodged around my cockhead as he strokes me through the most epic orgasm ever.
I’m gasping, shuddering through it, feeling it all the way in my toes as I come spurt after spurt in his mouth. He’s actually thrusting his own hips in the mattress as he swallows down everything I give him, moaning in the process.
“So, so very gay,” I mutter when he finally lets go of my drained cock and is grinning up at me, biting his wet bottom lip. He chuckles when my body gives an aftershock, and he lazily lets a finger dwindle over my now spent cock.
Which is giving a twitch in response.
Jace laughs again. “I think your dick agrees. With the gay part at least.”
“I’ve done some research… I think I lean more into demisexuality, I guess,” I say as Jace crawls back over me. “Not much turns me on to be honest, but you do. A lot. So asexuality is out. And with Kaylee I enjoyed it too, although not as much as with you. Can I be Jacesexual?” I push his hair back with both hands as he settles back on top of me, his elbows on my pecs, his own hard-on now poking against my hip. Everything abouthim is so damn gorgeous. The gray eyes with the thick lashes, the stubble on his strong jaw and those full lips that I’m somehow totally addicted to.
“Whatever you want, babe.” He kisses me softly with them.
“Ahw, right back at ya, baby.”
He lets his head fall into my neck and groans. “Damn, did we enter that stage already? I never used endearments before, fucker.”
“I liked babe better than fucker.” I hold him close to me, with one hand entwined in his unruly hair and the other one now nestled below the waistband of his shorts, on his firm ass, kneading it because I just can. “I like it. It’s sweet.”
Jace huffs at that. “I’m notsweet. Nothing about this issweet.” To emphasize his point, he grinds his ass down, flexing his hips in a way too entrancing rhythm, like he does when he is on stage. Groaning, I grab his waist with one hand and with the other I bunch his jersey up, enjoying how his abs move when he makes a slow roll.
“Christ, you’re sosensual,”I nearly moan. “Have you been channeling your inner Channing Tatum?”
“Channing Tatum? You think he’s hot, huh?” He licks his way from my neck to my ear. “Finally you say something gay. If it weren’t for this,” he grinds down again on my once again steel cock, making me groan, “I was starting to wonder.”
“Get your pants off,” I grit out, grabbing them and lowering it over the swell of his ass, happy when there’s only one layer of fabric. “I knew it. You’re totally going commando.”
He laughs. “Are you in a hurry? Ready to go again that quick?” As Jace grabs my shoulders and pushes me down on the mattress, a loud bang fills the room and I flinch.
“What the–”
“Ty? I need a duck.” Lamar walks into my room, unannounced, like always, the door still moving from its bangagainst the wall. He’s obviously not even bothered that Jace is mooning him big time right now.
“Can’t you fucking knock?” I hastily pull the material back over Jace’s ass, while he’s laughing against my neck.
“I need a duck!” He waves his phone at me. “It’s urgent.”
“What the hell do you need a duck for, and why the heck do you think I have a duck wandering around here? Can’t you fucking knock?” I repeat, my voice starting to get shrill. He’s seen me naked plenty of times… But not in this position he hasn’t. My cheeks heat more, leave it up to Lamar to walk into the room the first time I’m trying to get properly naked with Jace.
“Please.” He gestures at our half naked-selves. “Not that impressive. I see naked guys everyday, morons. I need a duck because I just drove Missy home for the night–she has a study session in the morning–and now she’s texting me for one.” He throws his cell on the bed.
Jace rolls off of me–quickly hoisting my sweatpants up from where they’re bunched around my ankles–and grabs Lamar’s phone. He starts laughing when he shows me the screen as I right myself. And there it is.
00:31 AM–Missy: Show me your duck.
“See? I’m not making this shit up. She wants a duck.”
“Dude, don’t you think she meant your dick?” Jace grins as he throws the damn thing back to Lamar.
“What?” Lamar fumbles with the device and almost lets it drop. Yeah, some football player he is.
“Autocorrect is a thing, you know.”
