Page 84 of Jace 4Ever
Nelson
Six months later…
There were lips around my dick.
It was Jace’s favorite way to wake me up if he was feeling frisky. I found it was one of my favorite ways to be woken up.
He worked me like was an expert in all thingsNelson, which really, he was at this point. Just as I was an expert in all things Jace. He had a road map in his head of every sensitive spot on my cock, and he drove it like he was Mario Andretti. Or Bubba Wallace. Or—
“Oh, yesss,” I hissed as his tongue teased my slit. He was seeking my precum, and lucky for him, my dick was happy to offer it up. I couldn’t see him as he’d ducked beneath the sheet, but it was August and entirely too hot for that bullshit.
I flipped the sheet back to reveal Jace’s lips wrapped around my erection with a look of bliss on his face. He adored sucking me off, and the look of delight was part of my reward.
“Keep going, baby,” I mumbled.
“Icelandic.” He pronounced the word perfectly without removing me from his mouth.
“Well, it’s too early for my brain.” I made sure the words were English this time. “Do the thing with my taint and yo—OOH, shityesfuck.” I arched up as Jace took my cock out of his mouth and did his little tongue trick on the strip of skin between my balls and hole. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I knew I liked it. “Finger. Fingerfingerfingerf—uck.”
Jace was just so willing to do what I liked him to do. He’d also expanded my horizons, and we were just so damn good in bed. I loved being with him, in every way possible. I glanced down and saw that he had on the silk and lace panties I’d brought him from Paris. Better still, he had himself in hand, wrapping the French silk over his straining erection as he ran his hand over himself.
“Come in the panties, Jace.” My words were nearly garbled from the rush of the orgasm that was streaking down my spine and ready to strike my balls. “Make yourself come in them…”
He moaned and the sound collided with my climax and ripped it out of me. I flooded his mouth with my cum and I thrust against his throat. He choked a little, and my dick gave another excited attempt at more release. But I was able, at the end of it, to turn a bit and watch him come, and the wet spot spread as the hum and groan rolled through my still spasming balls.
One more time, my cock gave a valiant effort to rise, but I was spent. Maybe in an hour I could go again, but there was no hope right now. Which really, was fine. I got to haul the sexy man who had swallowed everything I had to give and kiss him so I could taste him and me together.
So, I did, and he lay across me as we lazily kissed in the morning light of our bedroom.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“Love you more,” he whispered back. “I also really missed you while you were on the shoot.”
“I wish you could have come with me. You should have been there—you were one of the writers.”
He sighed. “I know. But I’m still on the contract.”
“Kærasti, please don’t renew that contract. I respect that you keep your obligations, I do. But I’m being selfish and asking you not to because I want you with me on set. Doing your job. Jobs. While I do mine.”
“I want that.” His grin was blinding. “Believe me, I do. But like you said, I need to work out the contract. It’s just three more months.”
“Good.” I kissed his nose. “Shall we shower?”
“Do you think we can save the panties?”
“I think we can, if we get them in the washer quick.”
He jumped off me, leapt off the bed, and made for the impossibly huge closet on the other side of the sitting room. The closet, loosely, had a full bath and laundry in it. And I had a massive water heater for the whole building, so there was no danger of it running out.
Jace had already tossed the panties, and several other delicious pieces he had—like the teddy he’d surprised me with on my birthday—into the washing machine and set it on delicate. He was in the huge walk-in shower, setting the water temperature, looking so temptingly naked and willing.
I could fuck this man every day, four times a day, for eternity and not get tired.
That was why there was an engagement ring hiding in my sock drawer. I knew he wasn’t quite ready for that, but I had seen it and it was so him that I couldn’t wait.
He was everything for me.
My dick was apparently recovered as I stepped into the shower with him. I reached for the lube and spread some on my fingers, finding his hole.
