Page 29 of Fight or Flight
I start to tell him that no, I don’t want that, but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a low groan when he grinds against me again, sending more of that incredible pain/pleasure through me.
“Do you want me to put my tongue on your hole? Or maybe you’d prefer if I put itinyou?”
My gasp is way too loud as he resumes thrusting against me, each rock of his hips sending a wave of pleasure through me that steals my ability to think as I lie there and let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me.
“Now that would be the real prize,” he says, his grin feral and his eyes wild. “Watching you come apart on my tongue as I make you come so hard you forget your own name.” He drags his dick against my ass again, speeding up his thrusts and rubbing his abs over my dick where it’s trapped between our bodies. “The things I’d do to you are probably illegal in some places.” He lets out a little groan as he exhales. “And you’d just lie there and take it like the good little straight boy you are.”
Something about his taunt finally breaks through my stupor, and I push against him as hard as I can.
“Yes, baby. That’s it,” he purrs. “It’s so much better when you fight back.”
I’m so focused on getting him off me that I don’t realize I’m essentially frotting against him until his eyes roll back and he lets out a moan that’s low and unrestrained and so unlike the teasing ones from before.
For reasons I’m not ready to examine, seeing his genuine pleasure calms the anger still flowing through me.
Jace has made a game out of making me lose my shit for the past three years, and the opportunity to turn the tables on him is too good to pass up.
Instead of trying to get him off me, I lock my body around him like a psycho koala and use our combined weight to roll us to the side so I’m the one who’s on top of him.
Jace grins up at me and lets his hands fall to the floor in a show of surrender. “Looks like you’ve got me. Now what are you going to do with me?” His tone is teasing, but instead of snapping at him or telling him to fuck off, I give him a smile and pin his arms to the floor.
His grin shifts into a smirk as he lets me hold him down, but I don’t miss the way his eyes widen slightly and his lips part when I rub my dick against his in a long, hard glide.
Pride and something I can’t name gather in my chest as I do it again. I want more of those real reactions and not the carefully curated facade he shows the world.
Feeling him under me like this is as thrilling as it is satisfying, and I try not to think too hard about how good he feels. It’s not even a power or a friction thing. Having the upper hand like this is incredible, and rubbing my dick against his feels amazing, but those aren’t the only reasons my body lights up like a damn fireworks show with each roll of my hips.
I’m no stranger to sex and hooking up, and I’ve never been one to shy away from trying new things, but until this moment, the thought of rubbing off against a guy or feeling a hard cock against me did nothing to get me hot. It didn’t gross me out or anything, and it wasn’t a turnoff per se; it just wasn’t a turn-on.
But feeling Jace’s hard, strong body against mine, and being able to feel his arousal like this, is satisfying on a level I don’t understand.
I have no idea if it’s just leftover adrenaline from our fight, or if it’s from the high of competition, but right now, I want to see Jace come more than I want my next breath, and not just because I want to fuck with him.
“You look good up there,” he says, his voice a bit raspy as he spreads his legs so I can fully settle between his thighs.
“Funny, because I was just thinking about how good you look down there.”
He huffs out a throaty chuckle and wraps his legs around my hips. “You like the idea of fucking me?”
My rhythm falters as an image of Jace naked and spread out under me flashes in my mind’s eye, and my cock pulses with need when I realize he’s right.
I’m not sure I could actually do it, and it’s not like he’d ever let me, but the thought of burying my dick inside him isn’t the turnoff it should be.
“You’d look damn good coming apart on my cock,” I tell him, more as a distraction and not because I want to have a conversation right now.
After the fight, Jace’s dirty talk, and the frotting, I’m getting close. And I refuse to blow my load before him.
He arches into me, his cheeks flushing soft pink under his naturally tanned skin, as he lets out another low moan that sends a ripple of pleasure through me.
“You gonna come for me, Jace?”
His eyes soften, and his mouth goes slack as I drag another moan out of him. “Keep doing that and I will,” he scrapes out.
His admission is surprising, if not a little thrilling, and I double my efforts, frotting against him hard and fast.
We’re both quiet now, and the little groans and moans punctuating our panting breaths are way hotter than they have any business being.
Jace yanks his arms free from my grip and grabs my ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading the muscle as he encourages me to go even faster and harder.
