Page 49 of Fight or Flight
“Jace,” I pause. “At least I think I’m Jace. We’re not quite sure.”
He stops struggling and stares up at me like I just told him that the sky is purple and water isn’t wet.
“We don’t actually know which one of us is Jace and which is Jax,” I tell him like we’re having a normal conversation and I’m not lying on top of him while pinning him to the floor. “No one does.”
“What?” He blinks at me like a confused owl.
“Our parents mixed us up so many times when we were babies that they have no clue if we’re actually us. But since Jace is the older twin, and I got to be Jace, I’m sticking with that answer until proven otherwise.”
“You’re insane.”
“Getting warmer, but not quite.”
He rolls his eyes. “Are you going to get off me?”
“Do you want me to get off you?”
He pins me with a flat look. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re not exactly hating life right now.” I grind down on his cock. “You can’t deny that you’re as hard as I am.”
He bites his lip and lets out a soft moan.
Grinning down at him, I roll my hips to drag my cock against his.
He glares up at me, but the effect is ruined by his moan of pleasure when I do it again.
“You know what I think, Shaney?”
“Fuck you,” he snaps, but can’t stop the little gasp that escapes him when I lean over him so our faces are only inches apart and our bodies are completely flush.
“Only if you ask nicely.”
Heat and something I can’t read flash in his eyes.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” Letting go of one of his arms, I reach between our bodies and jam my hand under the waistband of his shorts so I can grip his thick cock through the soft material of his underwear.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, arching up into my touch.
“Mmmmm,” I rumble and give his shaft a long, slow stroke. He’s rock hard, and just like I thought last time we ended up like this, he’s definitely gifted in the dick department. “Can’t do it, can you?”
His mouth falls open in a gasp, and I squeeze his cockhead over his briefs.
“So big and thick.” Leaning closer, I put my lips next to his ear and whisper. “I bet you’d feel really good in my mouth. Do you want that? Do you want me to suck you until you come down my throat?”
His breathing picks up, and he stares up at me with parted lips as a flush spreads over his neck.
“Or maybe you’d rather fuck me?” I muse. “What do you think, Shaney? Do you want to see your big cock splitting me open? Watch me come all over myself because you feel so damn good inside me?”
He gasps and arches into me, but then seems to remember that he’s not supposed to show me how much he wants this, and once again tries to pull his arms from my grip.
I hold on to him with ease and give his earlobe a little nip, biting hard enough that little red indents from my teeth appear on his skin as I pull away.
His moan is loud and unrestrained, and this time he’s the one who rubs his cock against my hand as he seeks out some friction.
“Can you picture it?” I ask, watching his expressions like I’m going to be graded on them later. “Me spread out for you while you pound that big cock inside me? Or maybe you’d want mebent over and on my knees while you give me the fucking of a lifetime?”
His mouth goes slack as another loud moan falls from his lips, and he stares up at me with slightly glassy eyes.
