Page 25 of Jace's Secret
“What if I want you in my mouth, boy? What if Daddy wants to play with you?”
Jace’s hand covers Garrett’s, twining their fingers together. “You’re very sweet, but you don’t have to do anything for me.”
“I want to. I’m asking what you’re comfortable with, but if it’s up to me, then I still want to touch you, even if you’re not gonna get hard.”
“It’s not often that I get hard, and if I do, it’s pretty rare to keep the erection until I come, and so it’s just not something I’ve focused on. It’s not… my satisfaction isn’t based there,” he says, and tries to pull his hand away.
Garrett holds on to him, kisses his hand, turns his palm up, and nips at Jace’s wrist.
“Oh,” he gasps and shifts on the bed, desperately empty inside.
Garrett is still hard, still wanting him. And isn’t that the best-case scenario? The fantasy he’s always had, that his flaws would be known and accepted and he’d still be wanted, anyway? Of course, it isn’t easy to be honest, but it might be worth it.
“I just… I like you inside me, Daddy. Like, I really like that. I get a lot of satisfaction that way. If I’m… if I’m home and it’s just me, that’s how I get what I like.”
His gaze narrows. “You come or not?”
Jace tries to shrug. “Sometimes. It isn’t really about that for me. It never has been.”
“Tell me what you like, sweet boy, and I’ll do it.”
Jace smiles and kisses Garrett, wanting to feel the rough stubble against his smooth cheek. “I want your mouth on me, wherever you want to put it, but I want you to fuck me. I want you inside and like you did before… focused on getting off inside me,” he confesses.
Garrett’s gaze sharpens with lust.
“That’s just… every fantasy I’ve ever had has been around… bottoming,” Jace confesses, and swallows. “Um, submitting, that sort of thing.” Jace pulls his fingers free of Garrett’s, watching his pale hand slide up Garrett’s tanned skin and through his chest hair.
He can’t help but stare at his hand on Garrett’s chest. Jace’s skin is so much smoother, softer than Garrett’s. And isn’t that how it should be? Jace is delicate in comparison.
“I’m just a boy and I take care of my Daddy. That’s all.”
“How about I just leave that sweet little cock alone unless you tell me differently, then?” Garrett says, voice low and lust-rough. Then he’s kissing Jace gently on the mouth. “If you want me to rub you or suck on you, then you tell me or pull my hair or something,” he says between kisses.
Jace laughs. “If I’m going to pull you where I want you, then I’ll just be tugging on your cock and trying to get you to fuck me.”
“I will respond to that, too,” he says, smiling widely at Jace. “You’re sweet and special and that’s the end of it, boy.”
Which just makes Jace too emotional to do more than nod.
Jace turns over, presents his ass, and Garrett drags him to the edge of the bed by his hips, urging his legs apart. He kneels on the ground and touches Jace’s hole gently. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be able to take me here,” he says, sounding amazed.
And then his lips press against Jace’s rim. There’s a flash of tongue swiping over him, and Jace jerks against the bed, surprised that Garrett is so willing to put his mouth back there.
“That gets you going, does it, boy?” Garrett asks, and Jace clenches inside, aroused and needing Garrett to fuck him. The man could say just about anything and Jace would find it a turn-on. Jace squirms against the bed, hips rising to offer his hole, and that desire to be filled spills through him, making his hole clench, spasming in want.
“Oh, that’s pretty,” Garrett says softly and presses a finger to Jace’s puckered opening. He clenches inside again, can’t help it, and Garrett makes a soft grunting sound as he pets the tight hole. “That’s a sign of how much you want me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he whispers. “Please? I’m so lonely inside—”
The words cut off as Garrett’s tongue strokes him again, pressing and licking, flicking against the opening. He adds a finger, pressing against the hole more firmly, easing his way inside with gentle thrusts. His tongue is a distraction, a soothing presence as he gets Jace opened up.
“I want to keep doing this, is that okay?” Garrett asks, both hands suddenly on Jace’s cheeks, pulling them wide open as he gazes at Jace’s hole. “You’re so pink now.”
Okay? How could it not be okay? The biggest problem is that if Garrett keeps playing with him back there, then he’s going to have to touch himself.
“It’s okay,” he says into the bedding. “But if you don’t want to—”
Garrett smacks him firmly on his butt cheek.
