Page 33 of Jace 4Ever
“God, you taste so good,” he mumbled and traced his lips over my jaw and down my throat. “Please, I need to be inside you.”
I felt my knees weaken at his words, and I let out a soft moan. “You even have to ask?”
He pulled back and studied my face. “I always have to ask, Jace. Always. And you can always tell me no.”
“I am not saying that this time.” My fingers wound into his hair and I tugged him back to me. He slanted his mouth across mine and pulled me tight to him again.
Nelson was starving for me. It was the strangest, and most delightful sensation. I reached for the very weak knot in his towel and let the whole thing fall to the floor. His hot, hard cock throbbed in my hand in the next moment, and I slipped out of his arms and dropped down my to knees.
Everything about this man was perfect. His thighs were sculpted, and I nibbled on them, brushing my finger over the light dusting of blond hair. His ass was perfection, and I trailed my fingers up his thighs and grabbed each firm globe with one hand. And his cock… God, his cock. Thick, but not obscenely so; long, a good healthy length that he knew how to use and find my prostate; and uncut.
Uncut wasn’t common. At least not with the men I’d always been with. I loved the silky feel of his foreskin, and how it slowly rolled back as his erection grew. It only pulled back far enough for me to lick the drops of precum he offered.
I danced my tongue down his length, then licked a stripe from base to tip and quickly swallowed him down. My tongue caressed him as I slowly pulled back until just his head was behind my lips. Teasing the foreskin had become a favorite of mine and I felt Nelson’s ass clench as he groaned at the same time.
The power I felt here, on my knees, was like nothing I’d ever felt. I didn’t even realize that blow jobs could be pleasurable for the receiverandthe giver until Nelson. Before him, it was just work. For him, it was a bit of Heaven.
Bobbing my head on his erection, I hummed a bit and his muscles trembled against my arms. Without letting him out of my mouth, I glanced up and found he was looking down at me. His hands moved to the sides of my head, his fingers scraping forward and back just behind my ears. He was asking permission to be rough with my mouth, but I wasn’t ready to give up control yet.
“God, you look so good with my dick in your mouth,” Nelson breathed.
At that, I sucked him all the way to the back of my throat and started moving up and down on his cock. He gasped and grabbed onto my shoulder.
“Yes, Jace, yes. Oh shit, yes.” He managed the words, but only just.
I hummed in approval and he shouted. I kept up my humming and pulled him all the way in, relaxing my throat and taking him deep. He groaned again, and when I swallowed around his swollen cock, he tried to pull me off him.
“Coming,” he managed.
My answer was a hum of approval and it snapped the last of his control. His hands grabbed the sides of my head and shoved in hard, spilling his cum down my throat.
Nelson’s whole body was shaking and shivering as I greedily licked up the last of his cum from his now softening shaft. I looked up at him as he stared down and I licked my lips, taking in the last of his taste.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
The strength he possessed always caught me off guard, and I wound up standing in his arms. A moment later the world spun around, and I was back on the couch, an anxious Hollywood star tugging my pants down and finding my cock inside my panties. He fisted me and smeared the precum I’d been leaking all over my shaft and took me very quickly to hand job Heaven.
“Nels!” I arched up into him, my hips leaving the couch and driving into the heat of his hand.
“You’re wearing the baby blue lace.” His voice was a breathy pant in my ear. “Were you thinking of me when you slid them up your ass and fixed your cock in them?”
“Yessss…”
“I’ll buy you a thousand pairs, Jace. And I’ll make you stain them all with your cum when I fuck you, when I run my hand up and down this glorious cock.”
His filthy talk was all I needed to spike right into my orgasm. My cum soaked his hand, my panties, and even managed to fly up onto my stomach. It felt like I was coming for hours before I felt my erection give a few last well-intended but underpowered twitches and release me from the climax coma. “Holy crap.”
Nelson brought his hand to his mouth and licked me off like I was ice cream. “Mmm. Jace. I don’t know why those panties turn me on, but Jesus. Every time.”
Flushed and panting, I stared at him for a moment before I finally got my nerve up to give him direction. “You should have pulled my pants all the way down.”
He stilled. “What?”
“I had a gift for you.”
The long, slender fingers that could do such wicked things to me traced down my ribs and snagged the waist of my pants. He dragged them over my hips and slowly down my legs and—
“Jesus, Jace…are those…”
