Page 104 of Fight or Flight
Not taking my gaze off him, I watch through hazy eyes as he uses me, his face twisting with pleasure and the hottest sounds falling from his lips.
Jace was right. You don’t have to submit to someone to suck their dick or let them fuck you, and even though he’s the one using me, I feel weirdly empowered.
“You want my cock inside you?” he asks in that sexy rasp that I’ll never get tired of.
I can’t answer or even nod with him using my mouth like a sex sleeve, so I grab his ankle and squeeze hard.
He chuckles and gives my hair a tug as he gently pulls me off him.
“Undo your pants,” he says in his growly voice.
I immediately obey and rip my pants open.
“Stand up.”
I nearly fall on my face in my haste to get to my feet, but instead of laughing at me, Jace just looks me up and down and does that thing where he bites his lip and drags his teeth over it.
“That’s so not fair,” I tell him.
“What’s not fair?” He stands so we’re toe-to-toe.
“How sexy you are.”
The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “You think I’m sexy?”
I roll my eyes. “Duh. You’re like the hottest person to ever exist.”
“I think that’s the first compliment you’ve ever given me.”
I grin. “Didn’t want you to get an even bigger head than you already have.”
“And what would you say if I told you I think you’re the hottest person to ever exist?” He gives me one of his trademark smirks.
I snort-laugh. “I’d say you’re wrong, but I’ll take the compliment.” I look down at our exposed cocks. “Our dicks are out.”
“They are.”
“My intrusive thoughts are telling me to start a sword fight.”
“How about you take your clothes off and lay down on the bed instead?”
“Like all of them? Not just my pants?”
“All of them.” He rakes his gaze down my body, and the naked lust and desire in them makes my entire body tighten. “I want to see all of you.”
The world is a bit wobbly as I strip off my clothes and drop them in a pile on the floor. When we’re both naked, I practically dive onto the bed like the overeager moron I am.
“Scoot up a bit.”
I do as he says, and he settles between my spread thighs.
“Jesus fuck, you’re hot. How are you this perfect?” I ask, raking my gaze over his body.
“Genetics, a high metabolism, and an inability to sit still.” He pushes my legs up, and I grab my knees without any prompting from him.
“This feels weird,” I say, then let out a low moan as he grips my cock and gives me a long stroke.
“What feels weird?”
