Page 10 of Jace 4Ever
Nelson
Jace was flustered, and I had to calm him down.
I had never pursued anyone like I had him. Not this hard and not this fast. But when I had seen him on the barstool, there was just something about him that drew me in.
The time we’d just spent talking, flirting, touching, kissing in the dark hallway was just so sweet and fun. He had a kind, calm aura and I liked that.
Taking his wrist with my fingers, I pulled him to me, our chests flush. He tipped his head up and I stared down. “What is it about you, Jace?” Lifting my hand, I wrapped it carefully around the nape of his neck.
He simply shook his head and stared at me with big, beautiful eyes. I leaned down and kissed him.
As soon as the press of our lips registered, the desire was explosive. I couldn’t have stopped the moan that escaped me if I had tried. His hands were clawing at my shirt, scrabbling to pull it out of my pants.
Jace’s fingers scalded my skin with his touch. He ran his hands over my sides, up my back and down again. My hand had found its way into the back of his pants and I had a handful of his delicious ass.
I pulled back. “Strip. Just strip. I want to feel you against me.”
“Yes.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it up in a matter of seconds.
It was a speed record for getting naked. We were both down to our underwear in seconds. I looked up as Jace reached for his—
I grabbed his wrist. “No. Let me see.”
He turned red, but stopped and I stepped back a little more. He was wearing black satin and lace panties, and it showcased his erect cock like nothing I had ever seen before. I made a little spinning motion, and he turned, and sweet Jesus,his ass was perfect. The satin hugged the curve of his cheeks and just invited me in.
I accepted the invitation. Sinking down on my knees, I grabbed his hips and pulled him back to me. I nibbled my way from the top of one hip down his round globe and across the other to his opposite hip.
He wiggled and twisted in my grip, sighs and gasps falling from his lips. I slid the waist down so it sat just under his ass, cupping it.
“Fuck, Jace, you’re completely edible.”
I placed kisses all over the pale, firm skin there. My finger found its way to his crease and slowly followed it down, the downy warmth a thing of delight and debauched fantasy. “Tell me I can fuck you, please. Tell me I can make you come while you’re wearing these.”
The answer was going to be yes. The way he groaned and shivered in my hands, there was nothing else it could be.
“Please, Nelson. Please.”
I stood, dropped my boxers, and wrapped my arms around him. Sucking little marks into his shoulders, I slid my own erection up and down his crease for a moment, then slipped my hand down his arm to his, and led him over to the bed.
But I didn’t push him up on it. I positioned him so his forearms were on the bed, and his ass was high in the air. Dropping back down to the ground, I smoothed my hands over his ass, and then ever so slowly, parted his cheeks with my thumbs to reveal his hole.
He yelped at the first touch of my tongue, and I could feel the tension in his body—the good kind of tension. The kind that told me he was enjoying every moment of me loosening his entrance.
“Oh, God, Nelson…” he hissed the words, and my own cock twitched hard.
It had been so long since I was with someone. More, it had been a long, long time since I’d been with someone I could see in my life. I was used to hookups that ended as soon as the orgasm did. That was the last thing I wanted with the pliant, sweet, blushing bottom I had in my hands.
Groping behind me with a foot, I managed to snag my pants and pulled them over. Reaching into a pocket, I pulled out the box of magic—an old travel case for cotton swabs, where I kept a few condoms and packets of lube. It was small enough that it fit in my slim wallet and it was the best thing my first boyfriend had ever taught me to do.
I ripped open the lube and squeezed just a bit on my finger, and took my mouth off him. I had to admit I was impressed I hadn’t had to move away from him to get the lube. Pressing my finger against his hole, he was soft already and I slipped right in as I stood up.
Tossing the little box on the nightstand, I pressed in more, pushing my hips against him. I couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing a line down his spine. He had such warm, soft skin, and he smelled like hibiscus and sweet water.
“Another finger.” The words were muffled by the comforter, but I heard them. “Please, Nelson, please, another…”
I nipped at the skin of his shoulder and added the second finger. Gasping and shuddering, he pushed against my hand. Moving my hips a little, my cock slipped between his legs and rubbed against the bottom of his balls through the satin. I could barely breathe at the sensation. “Holy shit.”
Jace’s hand shot back and grabbed mine on his hip. He looked over his shoulder, and I could see desire there. He was burning inside, and I needed to be there.
