Page 26 of Jingl
“You’re not going to come in the bathroom. Not without me, anyway.” I push his shoulder until he flops on his back, then I straddle his waist. “You said you’re vers, but I’m not.”
Trace’s hands go to my hips. “Mmm, no?”
“No.” I rub my ass against his hard-on. “Exclusive bottom.”
Trace moans and thrusts. “Fuck. You say the prettiest words.” His grip on my hips is biting, but I don’t care.
I capture his lips again.
“Naked. We need to be naked.” Trace snaps the waistband of my borrowed boxer briefs. “Let me see you, Shae.” His thick, husky voice goes right to my cock. I roll off him and shimmy out of the underwear. He does the same and we both look at each other.
Trace grins and starts laughing. “I thought you’d be all waxed or completely shaved. You seem like a guy that likes it smooth.”
I join his laugh. “Do you know how much maintenance that is?” I keep everything neatly trimmed. As does he, apparently? And fuck, he has a nice cock. “Plus, I really like the happy trail.”
Before I can lean in to press a kiss to the dark hair on his stomach, he takes charge.
Trace straddles my thighs. The head of his cock leaks pre-cum as it drags across my leg. “We can stop whenever.”
“Don’t you dare.” I grab his face and pull him down into an endless kiss as he thrusts against me. I moan into his mouth when he takes us both in his hand and strokes. “Fuck.”
“I didn’t know you knew how to curse,” Trace teases as he pumps our cocks together in perfect rhythm with my hips.
“Only sometimes.” I pant into the crook of his neck. My hands wander his body while he’s playing mine. It’s like he knows exactly what I need before I do.
“Babe, you look so perfect.” Trace licks my jaw. I’m lost in all the sensations around me. The weight of him. His hands. His mouth. His voice. “I can’t wait to make you come apart.”
I whimper at the thought. “You’re almost there.”
Another kiss to my throat. “Oh, no. I mean totally, completely apart.”
“Fuck.” My hips stutter. “I’m so close.”
Trace pulls off me and laughs at the groan I make at losing his hands. “Don’t worry, I got you.”
And he does. His mouth goes to my cock, licking the crown and just the sight makes me come with a shout. My back arches as Trace sucks me into the warmth of his mouth. He continues to suck until he wrings every bit of cum from my body.
“Fuck, Tracy.” I throw an arm over my eyes and he chuckles when he flops back next to me. “Your turn.”
“You don’t—”
I kiss him before he can finish the sentence, tasting my salty release on his lips. He shivers as I trail my hand down the patch of hair that leads to his cock. I swallow his moan when I take his cock in hand and pump a few times. He has a nice girth and I can’t wait to have him inside. The thought makes my cock jump in a valiant effort to revive. Later. Right now, I want him in my mouth.
We both moan when I lick the crown of his cock. Never in a hundred years did I think I could have this. Have Trace. Now I have the chance to pleasure him.
I take him in, all the way down my throat, and swallow. While I haven’t had much experience with other guys, I may or may not practice deep throating with dildos.
“Oh fuck, Shae. So good.” Trace thrusts and I savor his reaction. His cock fills my mouth. I breathe through my nose and keep going. Obscene sounds fill his room, from the sounds of my throat to both of us moaning.
My cock rallies. I fist myself as I continue to suck Trace down.
“Gonna come. Fuck. Oh fuck. Shae.” Trace’s fingers tighten in my hair.
I pull off him and continue to pump while he shoots cum on my tongue. His salty essence hits my taste buds, causing my second orgasm to rip through me and shoot across Trace’s thighs.
We’re both a panting mess when I lick up my mess.
“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck. Shae. Holy hell.” He tugs my arm until we’re wrapped together again. His fingertips slide along my back, comforting.
