Page 75 of Jace 4Ever
“You have no idea,” I whispered.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and I dipped my head down to nip at it. I slammed the fridge door and backed Jace against it, caging him with my arms.
“I have wanted to see what you wore for me all night. This tuxedo? Sheer perfection, but I need it off you now.”
He looked a bit like a deer in the headlights, but my hands found his waist and slid up his body, flicking the jacket off his shoulders. It slipped down his arms, stopped by the water bottle he held in each hand.
I grabbed them and dropped them on the counter next to us, and by the time I was back, the jacket was gone. His hands were going for his bowtie, but I stopped him. I took the ends of it and slowly pulled it to unravel it, letting it drape around his neck. “Take off the vest.”
His fingers were nimble and had the vest unbuttoned and off his arms in moments. I leaned close and kissed just below his ear. “You love listening to me, don’t you?”
He nodded once and the breath he’d be holding escaped slowly as my fingers found the buttons of the shirt and slipped them clear. I pulled his shirt free of his pants and found the last button.
I touched my lips to his ear and whispered, “Now, you promised me something under this shirt. I hope you weren’t lying.”
“N-no.” His voice hitched, and I could feel him growing hard against my hip. “Go ahead. I w-wore it for you.”
My hands drew the edges of his shirt apart and my hands couldn’t resist sliding over the satin of the corset he’d wrapped around himself. It wasn’t shaping, as he had said. Just a little binding, it rested on his waist and rose up to just above his nipples, hiding them from my sight. My hands kept traveling, lifting the shirt up and over his shoulders. There were cufflinks to hold the shirt in place and I twisted them off, dropping them on the counter as his shirt fluttered to the floor.
Running my hands up his sides again, I directed his arms over his head and curled his fingers over the top lip of the door. “Hold them there,kærasti. I want to play.”
I felt him nod and stepped back. The corset was a gorgeous dark purple and stood out boldly on his pale skin. His pants were tented, evidence of how turned on he was. I palmed myself for a moment, and then removed my own jacket and vest, discarding the tie a moment after.
Stepping up to him again, I pressed my palm against his hard-on, and he let out a long hiss, biting his bottom lip. I flicked open the button and zipper on his pants, and this time it was a sigh of relief.
My breath, on the other hand, stuttered and caught in my chest. He was wearing purple satin panties that matched the corset. I dropped to my knees and pulled the pants down and off his narrow hips. My lips traced him through the fabric and mouthed over his already leaking head.
“Jesus, Jace,” the words were whispered reverently.
When my hands made their way back around his body to his ass, I stuttered again. His greedy cheeks held the thin strip of material between them and I couldn’t help but trace down, dusting over his hole.
I knew my nails would leave welts on his skin as I dragged the panties down just far enough to release his cock from the satin. It happily bobbed up and hit me on the cheek as it did.
Jace was perfection. I was hungry for him, everything about him. His handsome face, his kind demeanor, his whip-smart writing. I wanted all of this always just for me and no one else.
Wrapping my fingers around his base, I slipped my lips over him, licking at his slit, eager to taste him. I didn’t just want his flesh on my tongue, I wanted his essence in my mouth.
My lips slid down his length, as far as I could take him. His dick was thick, though not exceptionally long. It didn’t matter, as long as I could taste him and make him feel good.
From the sounds of whimpers and moans from above me, I was pretty sure I was doing a good job. I ran my hands up and down the satin of the panties, occasionally reaching around and grabbing a handful of his ass.
“Nelson.” A whimper, filled with pleasure and longing.
I hummed and Jace’s feet nearly left the floor. I felt his core tighten and he fought it with all he had to leave his hands on the top of the fridge.
So, so compliant. I took him to my limit in my throat and swallowed around him. I’d never been good at deep throating, but I knew the swallowing felt good. My hand was locked around his base, working with my mouth in tandem to suck him off, to bring him pleasure, to make him lose control of himself across my tongue.
“Nels, I can’t…it’s…”
Pulling him deep, I hummed again. His cock twitched hard against my lips, and he came. “Nelson!” He shouted my name as he thrust his hips forward, giving me all of his cum. I swallowed and swallowed, taking everything his dick had to give me.
When he finally stopped convulsing and went just a little soft, I popped off him with a lascivious sound that echoed in the kitchen.
Jace stared down at me, his gaze hazy, pleasured, and focused—what focus there was—on me.
I stood, slowly, and found his lips. The kiss was slow, languorous, and I could feel his smile. I knew he tasted himself on my tongue when his tongue swept over mine and another little, wonderful whimper escaped him.
Resting my forehead on his, I nipped his lips. “I want to fuck you, Jace. Right now. I want to bend you over my counter and pound your ass.”
