Page 103 of Fight or Flight
“This is so weird. I’ve never been in this position before,” I muse as I undo his pants. “Jesus, your dick is huge. Like, I thought I was gifted in the dick department, but this is a damn anaconda.”
He laughs, and the flush on his face and the crinkles next to his eyes make him look younger and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him.
“I still want to fuck you one of these days,” I tell him as I pull his dick free from his underwear. “But I know that’s just wishful thinking.”
“Why do you think that?”
I give his dick a long, slow stroke and look up at him. “Because you’re you.”
“I am me.” He grins and rocks his hips to help push his dick through my hand. “But that still doesn’t answer why you wanting to fuck me is wishful thinking.”
“Aren’t you a top? Is that what it’s called?”
“It is, and you think that’s what I am?”
I stroke him faster. I like the feel of him in my hand. It’s familiar but different, and weirdly fun.
“Aren’t you?”
“Nope.”
“Huh?” I blink at him as the world goes a bit duller. “Really?”
He gives me a smirky grin that sends another rush of tingles through me. “Not a top. It’s true that I’ve only topped, but that’s only because I’ve never met anyone I wanted to top me, not because I’m against it.”
“And you want me to top you? Are you sure?”
He huffs out a laugh and rocks his hips, reminding me to keep stroking. “I’m sure.”
“Really? Wow.”
“Do you want to top me tonight?”
I pause, but quickly shake my head. “Not tonight. I wanna feel you in me again.”
“How about you feel me in your mouth, then you can feel my dick in your ass.”
I lean down way too eagerly and bring him into my mouth.
It’s a bit awkward, and it feels strange, but that’s only because it’s new, and I slowly move down his length, drawing a little bit of him into my mouth at a time.
His soft groan sends more of those bubbly tingles through me, and I moan around his length when his taste dances on my tongue. It’s salty and musky, and there’s an undertone ofsomething that I can’t really describe, but it’s amazing and makes me want more.
I pop off him and lick my lips. “You still taste good.”
His eyes darken, and he threads one hand in my hair. I’m expecting him to yank me down and maybe jam his dick down my throat, but he’s gentle as he guides me back onto his dick and into a steady rhythm that isn’t too deep or hard.
More of those tingles wash over me, and I close my eyes as I get used to the feeling of having Jace’s dick in my mouth.
“You like that?” he asks in a rumbly voice that makes my entire body tighten with need.
I lift my eyes to his and slowly sink down until my throat spasms around him as my gag reflex is triggered, but instead of pulling off him, I let him feel it while I choke and cough around his girth.
Jace’s low groan is like music to my ears, and seeing his eyes roll back with pleasure is satisfying on a level I’m not ready, or sober enough, to examine.
I hold him there for a few more beats, then quickly pull off so I don’t embarrass myself.
He gives me a chance to drag in a few sucking breaths, then yanks me back down on his cock and starts rolling his hips as he fucks my mouth in long, steady glides.
