Page 22 of Jace's Secret
“What? No! I’m not going. I’m dressed! Put me down! This is not how you settle an argument,” Jace sputters as he’s slung back over Garrett’s shoulder. He gets another swat on the ass and he whimpers, then takes a deep breath in and out.
Jace grabs Garrett’s ass because it’s there and it’s beautiful and the globes are perfectly round and could be made of marble. “Your ass….” He doesn’t have the words to finish the thought. Maybe that is a complete thought?
Jace’s hands sink into the muscle and squeeze. Intelligence floods back into his brain along with all the blood from being upside down. “Can I rim you?” Jace blurts out.
“Do you really think I’ll say no to that?”
Oh, fuck. Jace presses his mouth to Garrett’s lower back, sucking on the skin, and Garrett makes a sound and swats him. “Stop that, I’m ticklish.”
“Then you shouldn’t carry people around like a sack of potatoes!”
Garrett sets him down in the bathroom, gaze heated. “Strip fast, boy.”
The shower goes on. Garrett’s hand is in the shower, testing the temperature while Jace stares at the long line of his back. Garrett looks over his shoulder, and must see something on Jace’s face.
He comes back, wraps an arm around Jace, and hauls him close against his naked body. He’s hard, his cock pressing against Jace’s stomach.
“You’re going in with me. I want you there,” he rumbles, kissing Jace’s neck. “Shoes off. Now.”
Jace gets his shoes off, clumsily obeying, lust-drunk and stupid, all because Garrett is naked and hard, close, and said he wants him. And because there is no hesitation now. They’re not equals. Garrett has completely and utterly committed to the idea that he is now Daddy and Jace is his boy, and everything has changed.
Jace is still trying to catch up.
“H-Help me,” Jace begs and isn’t sure where that came from. He’s quite positive that isn’t what he meant to say. Garrett moves close again, mouth on Jace’s to shut him up. When the kiss ends, Jace is dazed.
“Daddy will always help you, boy.” Garrett strokes his own cock, squeezing absently, and Jace is so transfixed by the sight that he moans.
“I probably shouldn’t like this shy routine as much as I do, but there it is. Come on, boy. Don’t you want to spend some time with Daddy?” he asks, and Jace gasps.
That is not fair.
“You can’t do that,” he says, still staring at Garrett’s hand on his own cock. “That’s exploitation,” he adds and realizes he’s licking his lips. Shit.
“I think you promised me a suck job,” Garrett says and puts his other hand on his balls. They’re full and tight to his body and the urge to suck the come out of his Daddy’s balls is enough to make his knees weaken.
God damn him. Garrett Locke in Daddy mode is both a dream and a nightmare. Jace is going to give this man everything. How can he resist?
Jace whips off his shirt and undoes his pants, keeping his gaze on Garrett’s cock. Jace is blushing everywhere and is more than a little embarrassed. He keeps his hand over his cock, wanting to hide it.
Garrett reaches for him, picks Jace up, and places him in the shower.
“You’re a savage, you know that?” Jace says, then kisses him, hands sliding all over slick skin. His muscles, wet, are a crime.
Jace drops to the ground, hand over his own lap, and gets the head of Garrett’s cock into his mouth. He sucks the damp shaft and Garrett touches his face, staring down at him.
“A bit of soap first and you might enjoy this more,” he says.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jace retorts, popping off, watching entranced as Garrett’s cock slaps hard against his stomach. He noses in against Garrett’s balls, breathing deeply, and sucks on one tight orb, touching them both with one hand. His Daddy worked all day and the scent of him is stronger. Jace shudders with how much he loves the base pleasure of it all.
“The shaft, sweetheart,” Garrett orders, both hands lightly landing on Jace’s head as he adjusts his position and pets him gently.
Jace obeys, instantly dick-drunk, losing himself to lavishing kisses and licking the shaft.
“Other ball, boy,” he orders, and Jace obeys with a pleased sigh.
He loves being told what to do and giving Garrett what he wants. And the constant reminders of who they are to each other is perfect.
Jace meets Garrett’s gaze as he sucks, and then swallows, forcing himself as deep onto the shaft as he can go. He wants to prove how good he can be. He blinks, tears spilling down his cheeks.
