Page 107 of Play Maker

Jace withdrew his fingers, and I hated the feeling.

I was so empty. I’d had enough of that feeling throughout my life. No more.

“If it’s too much, tell me,” he insisted as he notched his dick to my hole.

“Jace.”

He pushed inside me, just the head of his cock, and I bit the edge of the pillow.

The pain was even more intense than I’d imagined.

“Okay?” he asked, rubbing a hand along my ass, then around my hip to take my now-flagging erection in his hand.

“I need…a minute,” I admitted, and tried to focus on my breathing as Jace stroked my cock and leaned over my back, tracing the skin of my shoulders with his tongue. I shuddered from the exquisite pleasure-pain in my ass, letting go, lettinghim take control of my body. With every touch, I began to relax, and Jace pushed inside me again, deeper this time. God, I was so full. His cock was hot and hard, and it was so much, too much.

Emotions I couldn’t contain rose to the surface and I reached for his hand, guiding him as he stroked my dick, wanting him all over me, everywhere.

“More.”

My voice was hoarse with need, and I shivered when he thrust his hips. Then, he was all the way inside me, his balls to my ass, his chest to my back, both of us slick with sweat, all heat and power as he moved inside me, giving me everything I never knew I needed.

“Just like that,” I groaned as I swiveled my hips, needing more. More cock in my ass, more friction on my dick. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

“Axel, you’re killing me,” Jace whispered in my ear. “I’m trying to go slow.”

“Fuck that,” I panted. “I’m good. More than ready. Forallthe fucking.”

“Baby,” he moaned, and the word made me shiver.

“Give me your cum,” I urged. “Paint me like you painted the window.”

“I’m gonna come too soon if you keep talking like that.”

“Then hurry up and fuck me,” I growled.

Jace made a guttural sound and finally let loose, rutting into me, so deep that it made me cry out. I forgot about my first-time nerves, hell, I forgot my own damn name. We fucked in a furious rhythm, our bodies straining, the bed shaking, every stroke making me beg and plead for more. No way I was going to last.

“Axel,” Jace’s voice hitched in a telltale sign I recognized. “I’m gonna…fuck, Axel, I’m coming.”

His hands gripped my hips as he let loose, pounding my ass, nailing my prostate over and over, until I came hard, my vision blurring, pleasure stealing the breath from my lungs. I heard Jace shout my name as he came inside me, the heat in my ass intensifying. It was his cum. Holy shit, I thought coming inside Jace was hot, but this?

I collapsed on the bed, and he followed, blanketing my body. It was several minutes before we caught our breath, and another few before he finally slipped out of me. I winced at the pain but fuck, it had been worth it.

When he rolled to his side, I wrapped one arm around him, and we stayed locked together, not a breath between us.

“Are you okay?” Jace asked, licking his lips.

“More than,” I confessed, leaning in to kiss him. “That was, Jesus, I can’t even describe it.”

He gave me a languid smile. “You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Thank God it’s just a bus ride home.”

He slid a hand over my hip, his fingers trailing down my ass cheek, then over my hole, massaging gently.

“Are we good at that or what?” he quipped.

I laughed. “Any better and we’ll incinerate.”

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