Page 23 of Jace's Secret
“Good boy,” his Daddy praises, brushing at his cheek, an acknowledgement that Jace is trying. “What if I want to be inside you again?” Garrett asks.
Jace pulls off, coughing twice before he answers. “I want you to come in my mouth,” Jace rasps, then licks his lips and goes back down.
Garrett grunts. “I will, boy. But I’m going to have you more than once.”
Jace’s balls throb and he spreads his legs a little, trying to get more comfortable as he settles into deep throating his Daddy’s big cock.
Jace sucks and loses himself to the act. The struggle of taking his Daddy’s big dick into his throat when it’s so very intense and difficult, riding that edge of pleasure and discomfort. He gags and there are so many tears, and the look of wonder on his Daddy’s face is so satisfying he doesn’t want it to end.
His Daddy groans, drops his head back and thrusts gently forward, wanting more. His touch stays gentle even as he gets more comfortable using Jace. Finally, Garrett’s cock jerks in his mouth. There’s salt on Jace’s tongue, and Garrett grunts in warning, trying to ease him off before he comes.
Jace stares up at him, eager and waiting. Garrett pulls out, jerking his cock quickly. “Open your mouth if you want it,” he orders, and Jace obeys, mouth open.
Come spurts onto his tongue and back into his throat. It’s more forceful than he was expecting, so much come that it slips down his lips and chin before he can swallow.
When he’s done, Jace kisses the tip and rests his head against Garrett’s thigh. “I would have choked for sure,” he says, chuckling. “That’s impressive. I shouldn’t be surprised. You leaked out of me for ages last time.”
Garrett hauls him to his feet and then lifts him until he wraps his legs around Garrett’s waist and gets pressed against the tile.
Garrett’s fingers are suddenly at his rim, brushing over his tight hole. Jace squirms in his arms.
“You’re so goddamned tight,” Garrett says, growling into Jace’s mouth as he kisses him deeply.
Jace whimpers and kisses him again.
He presses a finger gently against Jace’s hole, wanting inside. “We need lube. I can’t take much with just water,” Jace says.
“I know, baby. I just want to touch. Fuck, I want everything. What if I want to rim you?” Garrett asks, and the water turns off.
He gets out of the shower, doesn’t bother with towels, and carries Jace to his bedroom. Jace clings to his Daddy, slick skin gliding against his. He’s enjoying the touch so much he misses the question. There’s a flash of sensation as his Daddy smacks him on the ass.
Jace writhes against him, so much more aroused than he should be from the quick spank.
Garrett is holding him, just about to lower him to the bed, and the moment he does Jace scrambles to the center, legs shifting to hide his mostly soft cock.
What will Garrett do when he finds out about Jace’s body?
Maybe if Jace ignores it, Garrett will, too.
But Garrett isn’t one to ignore a problem. His gaze is soft and affectionate as he sits down on the edge of the bed near Jace. He kisses Jace gently on his turned cheek and then his mouth. “That’s not quite a blush on your fair cheeks. Are you my good boy?” he murmurs, and Jace turns to him, offering his mouth.
He is.
“Yes, Daddy.” It’s such a sweet thing to get to say, especially to this man.
“Let’s have this conversation now so you can enjoy yourself. What can I do and touch? We’re done with hiding, boy.”
“Oh.” Tears fill his eyes. Of course Garrett noticed. Jace was deluding himself by thinking he wouldn’t notice that Jace was soft and small and not aroused. “I do want you,” Jace swears. “It looks like I don’t, but I do.” He shrugs.
“That pretty little cock is so cute, sweetheart. You’re not going to keep it from me, are you?” he asks and kisses Jace on the neck.
“No, not if you don’t mind.”
He’s pulled closer into his Daddy’s large warm body. Jace sighs and lets his head rest against his chest. “I don’t mind. You’re my boy. All I want to do is take care of you. Whatever that means. And I want you to have pleasure. As long as I know how to do that for you, then we’re good.”
Jace hauls in a breath and pushes himself away because it isn’t that easy. It just can’t be. No one is this perfect. He can’t just be “perfect Daddy” like that. Can he?
“No offense. I’m really glad you’re on board with the Daddy/boy thing, but I don’t want to pretend this is okay when it isn’t. That will hurt worse later.” Jace has to swallow down the emotion. “It’s easier for me if we just agree that my body is weird and a little bit broken. Or, you know, a lot broken.”
