Page 10 of Jace's Secret
“That’s what you want,” Garrett repeats, thinking too hard. “Pretty little thing, too shy to get yours, is that it?”
He kisses Garrett aggressively, sick of being seen and understood. He’d wanted to be taken apart. Be the focus of Garrett’s bottled-up lust. He’d wanted to be used up, have Garrett be brutal and careless. See what was really under the suit and civility.
But Garrett Locke isn’t brutal. He’s soft and observant, patient and intelligent, his intellect turned to figuring Jace out. Jace can’t stand that. The attention is too bright and he can’t handle it, after all. Jace squeezes and moves, riding Garrett, that massive cock sinking in and pulling out. So damn long.
Garrett groans in pleasure, his hands on Jace’s hips, fingers pressing into his skin as he works him up and down, lifting Jace easily. He’s looking again, wanting to see.
“I get mine, huh? Show me what I want to see, then,” he growls, breathless, and Jace lifts his shirt with one hand, pulling up the mass in his jockstrap so Garrett’s view isn’t blocked.
Jace is leaking heavily, the front of his gray jockstrap dark. And he’s sensitive, the grip of his own hand enticing. He’s as hard as he ever gets. Not enough to come, but enough to make Jace want to. His fingers press and tap against the head and shaft of his cock as he’s bounced up and down on Garrett’s cock, and that makes him want to rub himself. Rough little circles under the head. It wouldn’t take long at all. He’s excited enough that he knows he could make it happen.
He whimpers and gives in, rubbing with three fingers, unable to stop himself now that he’s started. Maybe Garrett won’t notice and won’t see how he gets off. How different it is. Jace feels the sob rising in his chest, the shame threatening to rise and choke him.
“Don’t watch me,” he whispers.
“What do I watch, then? Too pretty for me to look away,” Garrett says, and that’s it. The game is up. There’s blood in the water and there’s no escape now. Jace tries to bounce, to rise and lower, one last attempt to control how this is going to go. Just get used without any complicated questions.
Garrett puts a hand on Jace’s face and demands eye contact. The frantic pace slows. Jace’s next breath is hitched. He tries to shake his head.Don’tis what he should say.
“Please,” he whispers instead. Because this is the man who saved him once—and what if he can do it again?
“Pretty boy. You’re alright. Easy now,” Garrett says gently. As if Jace has a bomb strapped to him. “We’re gonna do this nice and soft. You’re gonna stay seated and show me what you like. You can keep your jock on, keep that shirt on, but I know when a pretty little thing needs to get a hand between their legs and rub it out. You want me to help you or not?”
“I… no.”
“But you do want to come?”
Jace is frozen.
Garrett kisses him and licks at his lip. “I want you to. Go on, baby. Rub it out and let me feel you clenching on my cock. Won’t that make me feel so fucking good? A pretty boy milking me sweetly. Can I have that? Can you be my good boy and do that for me?”
Jace blushes and whispers a “Yes” and then rubs. Can’t even think about disobeying. Not when he’s been told what to do. He hides in Garrett’s throat, forehead pressed against the column of his neck, warm and safe.
“That’s right. There you go.”
Garrett settles him flat on his lap, touching Jace’s thighs while Jace rubs his dick through the jockstrap and clenches on him repeatedly as he gets closer to coming. Garrett grunts at the squeezing sensation.
“There you go. That’s the spot, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Garrett murmurs, and grunts again when Jace ripples hard around him, moments from finally coming. He rubs and rubs, shuddering on the hard edge of orgasm but unable to go over.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Garrett says, much too observant. He lifts Jace’s head, hand tight in his hair. Then he kisses him deeply, grinding up into Jace, and Jace comes, writhing down against Garrett’s cock and his full balls. Jace’s own cock twitches against his fingers as he soaks the jock. His hole is pulsing, going tight and relaxing, milking Garrett’s cock inside him.
“That’s good, baby. Fuck, that’s so goddamn good.”
“Did you come?” Jace asks when he recovers a little. Garrett had groaned and shoved hard up into him, and now he’s so wet everywhere that Jace isn’t sure.
“Almost. I’m trying not to.” He glances at Jace’s lips. “It’s a struggle,” he says gently.
Jace shoves his hands in Garrett’s hair and kisses him for all he’s worth. “Please come?” Jace begs.
Garrett looks down, taking in the soaked jock, fingers hovering, wanting to touch Jace, but he doesn’t, cognizant of Jace’s boundaries even though he hasn’t explicitly stated them. Not that it’s all that hard to figure out since he’s half dressed.
“Pretty baby. You’re so hot inside. So wet from my come and in that jock, too.”
Ah. “I’ll drip. When we’re done. You’ll leak out of me,” Jace whispers.
Garrett’s cock twitches inside him. “Yeah? Will you be slick and messy with come?”
“Yes, I… so very messy. Do you want to see?”Daddy.
