Page 11 of Jace's Secret
“Fuck,” Garrett growls and lifts Jace off of him, lowers him to the couch on his hands and knees, moves in behind him, and hauls his hips up, needing to see how sloppy and open Jace is. Jace arches, eager to show Garrett his hole. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he says, and fists his cock. He smacks the fat length of it against Jace’s hole and Jace squeaks.
“Pink and pretty. Are you sore, baby?”
“No. Not too sore.” He will be. He’ll drift through tomorrow remembering how his Daddy had him.
“I think you could be messier. Would you like that?”
“Whatever you want,” he murmurs, and Garrett sinks back inside him with a low groan of relief. Jace muffles his shout into the couch cushion, overstimulated and uncomfortable now that he’s come. And he will definitely be sore tomorrow. In a good way. The best way.
Garrett sets up a thudding pace, relentlessly pursuing his own orgasm. Jace shudders and gasps, body confused and lit up as if he might be on the edge of coming again. But he won’t. It’s too sharp for that. Subspace hovers somewhere close by.
He’s felt it a few times in his life.
Then Garrett comes, slamming deep, filling Jace up with more seed. He stays there, touching Jace’s hips, soothing him, and catching his breath for long moments. Once again, using Jace as a home for his cock. A place to stay safe and warm. A good home for the perfect Daddy.
A phone rings.
Garrett’s hand lands flat on Jace’s back so he doesn’t move and then he gets his phone and answers.
“Locke,” he says, sounding very put together.
Jace goes soft and quiet. He smiles with pleasure. If only they knew.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Garrett says, after several seconds. He hangs up and the phone gets put away. “Don’t move. I want to see.”
Of course he fucking does. Jace shoves his face into the cushion, blushing hard. Garrett leaves him, cock slipping out easily enough. Jace sighs. And then his body reacts and come drips out of his hot hole.
“God damn, what a sight,” Garrett says reverently and tucks some of it back inside with gentle fingers.
Jace shivers with embarrassment and something like pride, pleased to show off something so private to Garrett. “You like it?”
“Fucking gorgeous. I want to keep you just like this until I can come again and then spunk all over your hole. Add to the mess.”
The answer is a lot more graphic than Jace had expected. And hot.
“Are you okay?” Garrett asks, sounding uncertain.
“Yes. Why?”
“I don’t know. Did it hurt? Did I… did I do it okay?” he asks, and his thumb brushes gently over Jace’s sensitive opening. He’s probably puffy already.
The world reorients. Is Garrett joking?
“Was that… your first time?” Jace turns to look back.
Garrett is wiping his come-covered fingers on that wipe Jace had ready for his cut. His hair is sweat-damp, strands on his forehead, and his cheeks are flushed. He grins at Jace. “Well, I’ve done it the other way, with a girl. Not… up the ass or with a boy.”
“You just get sucked off at gay clubs every now and again but are straight, is that right?” Jace asks.
“I didn’t say that. Don’t move. I’ll get you cleaned up,” he orders, then goes to the bathroom, opens a cabinet and takes down a washcloth.
Jace waits for him to come back, ass up and waiting. It’s excitingly mortifying.
“So, Jack. Tell me about yourself.”
Well, his name isn’t Jack. Ugh. “I’m much more interested that I just took Detective Locke’s gay virginity,” Jace says stupidly. Really fucking stupid because Garrett does not take it well.
His touch is still gentle as he wipes carefully at the come and over Jace’s sensitive hole. Jace twitches back and forth, the cloth soothing and a little rough. He can’t decide if he likes it or not.
