Page 8 of Jace's Secret
“Jesus fuck,” Garrett grits out as his head falls back against the couch. His hands are on Jace’s face, fingers calloused and strong against his skin. Jace is hauled into a kiss, then Garrett’s hips thrust up and Jace cries out into his mouth and shudders, shaking as he takes more of him.
Too much and too quick as Garrett gets half his cock, maybe more, deeply embedded in Jace’s slick hole. Jace has no control in this position, not when Garrett is so big and strong, so ready and horny. And Jace is weak, doesn’t want to resist or be strong. He’s slick inside, malleable, and if his Daddy wants to pull him down and fill him up in one claiming thrust, then Jace will take it and be grateful.
“Yes! You feel so good. Oh my god,” Jace gasps, his own cock ignored, tucked safely away in his padded jockstrap, his t-shirt long enough to cover the bulge. This is about Garrett. That’s what Jace wants.
His hole burns from the quick entry and Jace tries to relax as Garrett gets it all in, hands clamped over Jace’s shoulders as he hauls him down and sinks deep. Jace is so wet and stretched from the plug that he can’t do more than gasp and shudder as his body is fucked open.
He spent so damn long opening himself up so he could take Garrett like this. Easy. Even so, the man is so big and long that it’s breath-stealing. It makes Jace weak. His own cock is soft and twitches weakly in his jock. Garrett lifts him then, by his hips, working him up and down on his length, watching avidly as he sinks in and out.
Using Jace just like he asked for.
Assuming he can go fast, that Jace wants it and is either immediately on-board for a hard pace, or enjoys playing catch-up. He does. Garrett’s need and desire are a spark for his own.
Jace moans loudly, overwhelmed at getting it exactly how he likes—from a greedy Daddy who wants him, who treats him as if he’s necessary.
It’s just on the edge of too much—so intense and he’s helpless, being used so urgently, that all he can do is moan and surrender. His cock spills, little pulses of come pushed out of him by Garrett’s big cock, and he shudders in relief, balls so swollen and pent up.
They both need this.
Garrett needed this. To lose himself in a wet, willing body. To use and empty all that grief and strain he’s worn over the long, hard years of his grim career. How many didn’t the man save? What if that’s the real question?
Jace shivers, stomach fluttering at the realization that this is exactly what he’d wanted to give and exactly what he’d wanted in return.
And he’s getting it.
“Let me see,” Garrett rasps, and Jace lifts his shirt out of the way. Jace places his hand over his cock and balls in his jockstrap, hauling them up, too, so Garrett can get a better view of his own cock before disappearing into Jace’s open hole. Garrett grunts and continues to watch himself sink in and out. His cock is shiny and slick with lube.
Jace takes in Garrett’s face, the tight jaw and flared nostrils, his dilated pupils. It’s such a turn-on to be desired by this man, to witness Garrett’s hunger.
“Yeah, just take me how you want. It’s all about you. Harder. Please?”Please, Daddy?
“Please, what? What do you want, boy?”
“Oh! Use me. Please. Please, I—oh,” he whimpers, words beyond him as Garrett obeys, plunging deep and urgent into Jace’s body.
Garrett grunts and surrenders or snaps, something that means everything changes. Now Jace is being used. Now Garrett is taking what he wants. Garrett’s hand fists tight in Jace’s hair and Jace gasps in pleasure at the prickling restriction.
His thrusts are short and brutal, fucking up into Jace, then hauling him down, grunting and snarling. His teeth score down Jace’s neck and Jace shouts at the sizzling sting that follows.
“Yes!” Jace cries, sensation cascading through him, the rough sharpness of Garrett’s lust translating as pleasure to his willing body.
It’s a harsh pleasure. And then there’s his hole. How Jace feels inside as Garrett fucks him. Throbbing and hot. Pulsing and pounding, the pace so intense he can hardly take a breath.
Garrett comes with a shudder. Jace’s head is shoved into Garrett’s neck, with Garrett’s hand hard on the back of Jace’s skull. He’s pinned.
Safe but destroyed.
Mindless and weirdly buzzing. Sated and drunk in the aftermath of Garrett’s lust. Jace can feel the pulsing of Garrett’s big dick as he continues to come, painting Jace up on the inside. He’s so sensitive that every twitch is noticeable.
Was I good, Daddy?The question is just there, in his mind. And he’s waited years to ask it.
“God damn,” Garrett rumbles, and his hands slide down Jace’s back, letting him lift his head. His hands come around to Jace’s chest, petting him through his shirt. His gaze flicks up to Jace, contemplative, trying to work it out.
Jace is dressed. His dick is hidden away, and he’s got a shirt on.
“Too pretty to be this shy, baby.”
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