Page 26 of Jace's Secret
Jace jolts and whimpers, glances between his legs and, sure enough, there’s a strand of come dripping down onto the bed beneath him.
Garrett wants to. It’s the only conclusion he can reach as Garrett keeps licking and fingering him, getting him sloppy and sensitive. “I know. Poor thing,” Garrett says, and Jace can’t figure out why he’s saying that.
“More,” Jace begs and realizes he’s been pleading for a while now. “Two fingers, please,” he clarifies, and Garrett chuckles, tapping at his hole with two fingers.
“Oh god, rub it?” Jace begs, and Garrett obeys, rubbing two fingers over his spit-slick hole, tugging on his rim and where he’s getting soft and open. Jace can feel the change, the well-worked muscle relaxing, ready for Garrett to have him.
Jace loves being rubbed, rubbed like a girl is how he’s always thought of it. And there’s something so right and rewarding about it that always gets him soft and needing, has him sighing and wanting. It takes him into such a different headspace because that’s how he’s always touched himself, thought of himself since the first time he learned about his body—what it could and couldn’t do.
Other boys pulled and stroked, jerking their dicks, which looked so stupid and wrong. Jace was glad that wasn’t him, didn’t want to be that way, even though it meant he was othered. When Jace felt arousal, lust building under his skin, leaving him wanting and desperate, he soothed himself differently.
Jace rubbed, touched gently, squeezed, and pressed. Every touch and action gentler and just more… appropriate.
He didn’t grunt and groan like some ridiculous animal.
Jace sighed and whimpered, gasped, and made a soft sound.
It felt right.
Men’s dicks got hard and were veiny and harsh. Their balls were hairy, and just so different from how Jace developed. Jace never wanted to be like that.
“Pretty little thing. Just a good boy getting all soft and wet for Daddy,” Garrett says, and that penetrates the fog of lust, and makes the need inside Jace urgent. So urgent that he gets a hand under himself and against his cock, covers it with his palm, and rubs behind his balls in deep, tight circles as Garrett licks him.
The want builds. It shifts into need and Jace twitches back into Garrett’s touch, trying to get his tongue deeper, his mouth firmer, but it doesn’t make the emptiness go away. And that’s building too.
Jace hates the emptiness.
It makes it difficult to choose and Jace loses time to the need and emptiness, rubbing and then squeezing his balls as he tries to get relief. He knows he’s leaking, can feel the come oozing slowly out of him, onto his wrist, and making a mess. He wishes he had his panties to keep it all contained.
And the worst part is that he wants even more than he did at the beginning. However much come he’s worked out of his balls is nothing compared to how full and swollen he is there. The arousal is too much, which has him aching and throbbing with the need to be emptied.
“Please,” Jace finally begs, because he can’t take the torture anymore, and Garrett stops kissing him and wipes his mouth. His Daddy’s cock is massive and hard, dark and flushed with arousal.
He frowns when he looks at Jace’s face and Jace wipes at his cheeks, realizing there are tears.
“Poor boy. Did Daddy upset you?”
He smiles. It’s wobbly with emotion. “I don’t like how empty I am now. I just want to belong to you. This feels like it was about me and that’s… I’d like to focus on you now, please.”
Garrett’s brows pull together and he takes in Jace’s body, cataloging everything like it’s a crime scene. Jace wonders what all he’s giving away. One hand feebly trying to cover his messy cock, his hot cheeks and quick breaths.
Garrett nods and then leans down, kissing Jace gently on the mouth. “Daddy is hard, honey. Can you take care of that?”
“Yes, please.”
“I’ve been too hard for too long, boy. It’s uncomfortable. I want in you as quickly as possible and Daddy is going to use you. Is that okay?”
“Yes, please.”
“Go get ready for Daddy. Do what you need to do.”
“Thank fuck,” Jace gasps, and sits up. He’s light-headed with relief and lust. He stumbles to the bathroom and needs a moment to orient himself. Jace closes the door because he can’t think with Garrett so close and overwhelmingly attentive.
He washes his hands, splashes water on his face and gets himself prepared. And then he’s coated inside with lube, eager but soft. It’s the only way he can describe how he feels inside both his body and hole. He goes out of the bathroom and gets a pair of panties from the drawer—white and lacy—and pulls them on. There are just a few straps to cover the back and it won’t stop his Daddy from fucking him.
He’s facing away from his Daddy as he gets them on, not ready to be seen yet. When he turns, his gaze is on the floor. And that’s just fine because he can see his Daddy’s muscled legs, the heavy length of his cock, how aroused he is. Nothing like what Jace has just hidden away.
“Come here, princess,” he says, and reaches for Jace with one hand. His other hand is on his cock, squeezing gently.
