Page 11 of Jace 4Ever
“Please, Christ, Nelson, please. Fuck me. Get inside me.”
I had the condom on in seconds and used the rest of the lube on myself. He was soft and ready, and my crown slipped past the tight ring in an easy move. I swore I heard a sob from him.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded against the blanket. “Jesus, yes. Give me more.”
Steadily, my cock fed deeper into him. He was panting and moaning and, God, it did things to me. Even I couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure as I finally bottomed out and my sac brushed against the satin that cupped him.
Our breaths were ragged. His skin was flushed and warm, and I could feel the sweat on my own. I ran my hands up and down his back, his flanks, letting him adjust to me. I could watch the muscles of his back undulate softly for hours.
Well, except for the fact that I was balls deep in his amazing ass.
“Jace…”
“Move,” he breathed.
I did.
The feeling of him around me alone almost made me lose it. Taking a deep breath as I moved out of him, I managed to keep control before I slid back in.
I braced my legs and leaned over him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I slipped my hand down to where his erection was trapped in the satin and lace and ran my hand over him.
This time, there was no question I heard a sob from him. I straightened and brought him with me up off the bed, turning his head. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s…you feel so fucking amazing,” he managed, the sparkle of tears in his eyes in the low lights of the room.
“So do you.” Biting softly at his neck, I smoothed my hand over his cock again.
I had the feeling he knew it was more than just feeling amazing. There was something else here between us, a spark, a pairing. I hadn’t expected it, and he was as caught off guard by it as I was.
We matched somehow, from talking, from flirting. The way our bodies met together, the way he was made for me. The feel of him against me, the adoration I saw blossoming in the depths, and the knowledge I had that same adoration growing in me.
Did I believe in love at first sight? Not really. But I believed that the spell of real love could be spun with a look, a connection, a coming together. Jace’s heart was searching and so was mine. We touched, and maybe, we could meld together.
“Nelson,” Jace whispered. “Make me come, please? I’m close. Make me feel you.”
I lowered him back to the bed, my hand covering his dick and my other gripping his hip. My careful movement became more frantic, and soon after I was almost merciless. I wanted to come inside him—and I hated that there was a condom between us, stopping me from truly claiming him.
Damn. Four hours and I was falling hard for this guy. I’d always guarded my heart, but there was something so…sweet and vulnerable about Jace. It made me want to protect him, which meant not guarding my heart.
His cock grew even harder under my hand and gave a twitch. His moaning gasps echoed in the room, and the pleas were loud.
“Shit, Nelson, yes. Hard, hard…”
I didn’t hold back and slammed my dick into him hard and fast. I tilted my hips and found his prostate in an easy thrust, and he screamed.
“Fuck! Yes!”
I wanted to feel the satin and lace wet with his cum. I did the same thrust twice more and he wept as the orgasm swept through him. The panties were soaked in seconds and that was the end of me—my orgasm raced out from my balls and filled the condom as I completely lost my rhythm in his pulsing ass. My vision whited out for a moment as I ungracefully slammed a few last times inside him.
I slumped over him and waited there until we were both breathing a bit more normally.
“Nels…” He turned his head, and I took his lips.
“Jace. Christ, that was amazing.”
“Yes,” he managed, but I could tell he was wrung out.
