Page 9 of Jace's Secret
Jace can’t look at him.
Garrett kisses him for long moments, sloppy and sighing into Jace’s mouth. Jace shudders, so fucking needy and full between them. It’s making him crazed. He didn’t want Garrett to see his cock and balls, but now he regrets it.
He whimpers.
Garrett’s voice is low, more relaxed. Playful but rough. “Shy and pretty. You want it again, or are you done?”
“I want it,” he whispers. Jace blinks back the emotion. Is he going to get it again? His lips sting from the bruising kisses and the rough scrape of Garrett’s beard. His hole is open, and he’s already going to feel him tomorrow. The idea that he’s going to get more, get it again, softer and slower, more languid—if Garrett’s gentle petting is any indication—is more than he’d ever dared hope for.
Garrett is trying to read him. The man is brilliant and Jace can sense all that intelligence homed in on him. His gaze flicks down and back up. Noting the shirt, the jock, and that Jace hasn’t come and hasn’t done a damned thing to get anything out of this that isn’t passive and receptive.
“Do you want to come?”
“I want… it’s about you.” He’s blushing hard, ashamed, and terrified Garrett will figure him out. This is what Jace wanted. He’s already gotten his fantasy. To get used and emptied into, have all that power and lust directed at him. He just wanted to absorb it.
Receive. Be a good boy for his Daddy. A strong and hardworking Daddy who had a rough day and needed to be taken care of. The one person who his Daddy could surrender to.
Garrett Locke needed—and needs—to come and Jace’s most fervent desire was and always will be to be the one Garrett wants. It has driven him close to the edge, left him close to coming but not quite able to go over. This is all so much more overwhelming than he thought it would be.
Exciting and frightening. He’s like a scared rabbit and Garrett is the friendly wolf. It’s taking everything Jace has to keep it together. If Jace lets go at all, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. Cry. Confess.
“Please,” he begs. “Just use me and I’ll… I’ll be good. I’m good.”
Garrett’s brows rise, his hands squeezing Jace’s upper arms gently, gaze dropping to Jace’s chest. Jace thinks he wants to open his shirt, touch him, and see what Jace looks like naked. He’s sure Garrett is thinking about stripping him. “Did you come, baby?”
Jace shakes his head, worried that all of this might fall apart and then he’ll never have Garrett again.
“I got what I wanted,” Jace manages.
“Hmm. And what is that? To be good? To be used? To be a good boy for an older man?” The question seems genuine rather than a lead into dirty talk.
Jace swallows hard. “I get… yeah, to be good. And just… all of that, but for you,” he says, blushing.
It’s a half answer, but he hopes it’s good enough. He can’t tell Garrett the truth. Garrett Locke has been a fixture of Jace’s dreams and fantasies for all his life. Infatuation. Obsession. Worship. It is love. And his love grew each year he got another present at Christmas. The entire world forgot about him, but Garrett didn’t.
Jace clenches and shifts on Garrett’s lap, testing the softening hardness. He isn’t that soft. Jace had thought that if Garrett fucked him, used him up, just came and took what he wanted, that somehow, they could avoid awkward questions or direct lies.
But Garrett has come and is now relaxed, patient, and attentive. That’s the danger zone. He might ask questions, and then the sordid truth will come out.
Garrett isn’t as selfish and distracted by lust as Jace needs him to be.
“You are good, you know. Very fucking good. For me. And… and you’re so fucking pretty,” Garrett says and kisses him. The word feels like a test.
Jace whimpers, letting himself be kissed endlessly, helpless against the affection and sweet words. Pretty. As if he could read Jace’s mind.
Kissing and petting, gentle groping and squeezes, endless murmurs of how good and sweet Jace is. It’s a perfect torture that goes on and on. Until Jace is throbbing and so heavy in his groin that he can’t decide if it’s a good pain or bad. He shoves his face back into Garrett’s neck, desperate for more. He’s breathing too quickly, twitchy with the need to touch himself.Daddy, it hurts down there.
Oh god, he wants to say it. Wants to offer that up to Garrett and see what he says. Would he be sympathetic? Would he tell Jace that Daddy needs to look and see the problem? Would he touch Jace? Or want Jace to come? Or would he just say that good boys hurt for their Daddy and isn’t he lucky to have that? Jace wants all of it. Any response. So long as his Daddy takes him seriously and decides for Jace.
The kissing has gone on for so long that Garrett is hard in him again. He didn’t even pull out. Just stayed buried deep, softened, but still. As if he was being kept safe in Jace’s body. No one has ever needed him like this. It doesn’t just feel like sex or intimacy, but purpose. The using didn’t end. Garrett used him as a home for his cock, a place to rest in between fucking, and it shouldn’t be so affecting, shouldn’t feel like a form of love or devotion, but it does.
Was I good for you, Daddy?He wants to ask it so badly. It’s hard to hold that back. To stay distant. It isn’t his name that’s the lie, it’s what he is. Who he wants to be for this man.
“Was that the wrong thing to say?” Garrett asks, touching Jace’s back and then his legs. He squeezes the cheeks of Jace’s ass. Presses them together, cock sliding in and out just the barest inch, the sensation intense.
“Please!” Jace gasps. “Whatever… whatever you want. I feel you, still hard in me. I… that’s what I want.”
Garrett takes a slow breath in and then exhales quietly.
