Page 77 of Jace 4Ever
He didn’t stop. He ate me like a starving man. No one had ever, ever done this to me, and I was a jellied mess in minutes. My only saving grace was that he’d bent me over the counter. It was the only reason I was upright at all.
A pained sob was ripped out of me by the sheer lust boiling inside and delight this man was visiting on me. I slapped a hand over my mouth and whimpered as his tongue softened me more for him.
I heard thesnickof a cap and soon after, the tender push of his finger replacing his tongue. We had done this more times than I could count in the past months, but there would never be a time I didn’t welcome him, I didn’t want this.
That was true of everything Nelson and I did. I was greedy with him. Waking next to him, making love, cooking, writing, walking, going out, staying in, talking on the phone, texting—
God,even just breathing without him seemed like hell. Somehow this man was mine. He was my perfect fit, my twin soul, my match. He was my treasure and my reward. He was my prince and my savior. My technicolor life would go black and white without Nelson next to me.
And I loved the color he’d brought.
I loved him.
Christ, I was so in love.
The sensation of him working in not one but two more fingers made me jerk, and a chuckle escaped me. He’d done that before.
“Someone is impatient.”
“I want to feel you around my cock.” He stood, but his fingers still moved inside me. He found my prostate immediately—we were so familiar with each other’s bodies now, there was no question he’d be able to find it easily.
“Please, soon…inside me…”
His other hand pressed me down to the cool counter again and the opposing feelings of burning heat and stinging chill raced through me to my happily revived dick.
The sound of the condom wrapper was barely audible over the whoosh of blood in my ears. More distinct, though, was the loss of his fingers inside me. Whimpering, I reached a hand back for him and tried to pull him to me.
Nelson chuckled, and I felt his cock nudge my waiting hole. He pushed, and even my ass was greedy for him. His wide head slipped in past the tight ring, and I let out a moan of…relief? Delight? Ecstasy? Who knew. Rocking slowly forward, he went deeper and deeper until finally,finally, I felt his balls against mine as his thighs found the back of mine.
My hand wrapped around his hip as best as I could from where I was bent. “Stay. Just stay there a minute. God, Nelson…”
His hands wrapped around my sides, then slipped forward and brought me up off the counter. He leaned down a bit while bringing me close. “You feel like you were made for me, Jace. Everything about you is everything I didn’t know I needed.”
Without my permission, he began to slide in and out of me. As soon as I felt him move, I knew he’d done well to ignore my request. Everything in my body was loose and willing and I would have done anything for Nelson in that moment.
He didn’t ask that of me. Instead, his thrusts increased in length, and a little speed, and gave me the pleasure he sought for us. Canting his hips, he brushed against my prostate, and I jerked.
“You like that?” Nelson asked.
“I like everything you do to me, Nels.” I was surprised I was together enough to tell him anything.
His one hand found my spine and he scraped his nails straight down it. I arched up into his touch, shocked at how electric it felt against my skin, and I let out a keening wail unlike anything I had ever before. Nelson leaned forward and pressed me to the counter, his lips on the shell of my ear, licking and sucking and nibbling.
“I could spend every moment of every day buried in this tight ass.” The words were broken and choppy through his panting and thrusting.
“I would happily—crap—welcome you.”
His thrusts were deep and brushing against my prostate every time. I was seeing stars from the sensation. The feel of his thighs on mine, his balls brushing mine, his hands grabbing my corset, the thick length of him inside me were starting to overwhelm me and I loved it. My cock was trapped between me and the wall of the island, and there was just enough friction for this be a hands-free climax.
The zing of orgasm started in my ass, where Nelson was nailing me without fail and without faltering. It grew and grew with each move over me, and I knew I was done.
“C-coming, Nelson, oh God, I’m coming so hard!”
“Do it,” he growled.
My whole body spasmed, and my seed shot out of me, onto my lower stomach, all over my legs, down the walls of the kitchen island—but I couldn’t get a sound out. All the words were trapped behind the absolute, consuming pleasure that tripped and stumbled and at the same time flew through my body. After the fourth or fifth spout of cum shot from me, the orgasm released me, and I screamed his name, “Nelson!”
“Fuck.” The word was a hiss, but there was no doubt that he was pumping into me as he unloaded his own climax into the condom. I wished I could feel it, hot and wet inside me.
