Page 3 of Jace's Secret
“Christ,” Garrett growls, and lifts his shirt up.
Jack sighs against his abdomen and mouths against his skin, licking at him and then diving down as soon as his cock is free. He slurps it deep into his mouth, and then into his throat before Garrett can catch a breath. Garrett puts a hand on the shelf beside him—it’s sticky.
His other hand settles on Jack’s face, wanting to see him. Jack meets his gaze eagerly, open and… vulnerable? And so damned young.
“Are you—fuck—are you really twenty-four?”
Jack pulls off for a moment, stroking him up and down as he responds. “Do you want me to get my ID?”
He should say yes.
Jack licks his lips. “Want me to tell you how to make a rum and coke?”
“Funny,” he says and then gasps, because Jack is swallowing him down again, determined to keep him from thinking or protesting, and it works. He sinks a hand into Jack’s hair and Jack moans in pleasure, choking himself on Garrett’s cock. It’s the most eager blow job he’s ever had. “God, that’s so good, baby,” Garrett says, and has the pleasure of seeing Jack blush, then roll his eyes up to Garrett’s in yearning. As if he’s waited all his life to have a man say sweet things to him while he’s sucking dick.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you want me to tell you how fucking good you’re making me feel?”
Jack hums, the vibrations zinging up Garrett’s dick and deep into his balls, and he shudders, abruptly close.
“Careful, baby. I’m close, so fucking close, because you’re so pretty down there. What a fucking mouth you have. And taking me so deep, what a good boy you are. So good—so—fuck, fuck—” Garrett gasps and takes over, thrusting his hips and sinking in and out of Jack’s throat.
Jack keeps his mouth loose and as wide as possible, making him chase the sensation, the tightness of his throat. “God damn, baby. That’s right—let me, fuck!”
Tears spill down Jack’s cheeks. His gaze is locked on Garrett’s, downright worshipful. As if Garrett could do anything, anything at all that he wanted to this young man and the answer would be an emphatic yes.
He comes, Jack swallowing eagerly, gurgling his way through the heavy load spilling down his throat. Jack holds him in his mouth until Garrett is soft. And isn’t he an angelic sight? Eyes closed, cheeks still stained with tears, trembling lightly. Garrett can’t keep his hands off the boy, petting his hair, his shoulders, clasping the back of his neck.
“You want your turn?” Garrett finally asks.
“I came,” Jack confesses, and gets up but stumbles into Garrett.
Garrett almost laughs, shocked the young man liked it so much, but he stops himself just in time, somehow knowing that this was a big deal for Jack. He doesn’t know why, or in what way, but the young man is trembling, new tears coursing down his cheeks. Garrett pulls him in against his chest, holding him close.
“You’re okay. It’s alright, sweetheart.”
Jack’s arms close around him and he holds on to Garrett tightly. It reminds Garrett too much of his day job, as if this is some child he’s just rescued from a house of horrors. Those are the nightmares he deals with every fucking day. He isn’t sure whether he wants to run away from Jack or keep him close.
“Was I good?” Jack whispers, mumbling into his shirt.
“You were so good, baby. So fucking good for me. I’m proud of you. Did you enjoy it, Jack?” Garrett asks.
“Jack,” he repeats and pushes away. “I have to go now. I have work. Thanks… Garrett.” He opens the door and dashes out. By the time Garrett’s got his pants buttoned up, the boy is long gone.
3
Now
Garrett Locke, the gorgeously rumpled police detective Jace Matthews has been in love with for all of his life, rumbles a soothing goodbye to the last person being loaded up into the ambulance and helps close the door.
Garrett’s voice is just as sexy as the rest of him. It’s low and deep, and Jace knows from personal experience that when the man gets close to orgasm, it’s almost guttural. He probably shouldn’t be thinking about that right now, but Jace hasn’t seen him this close up since the night of the blow job, and he’s desperate.
Jace is too far away to hear the words Garrett said, but he knows they must have put the woman at ease.
He knows that from personal experience. Garrett exudes competence, control, and strength. He shows up on the scene of the crime and everyone turns to him, knowing he’ll happily make decisions and treat everyone kindly.
Garrett then thanks the EMT for their service, turns, and walks away. Jace sees it all from a well-shadowed building across the street from the scene of the accident.
Garrett is covered in soot and debris, there’s a long scratch across his cheek from where he got cut by something, and dried blood is all down his neck.
