I let both my hands drop on his stomach, fingers splaying wide over the delicious, heated hardness. “Oh, shit,” I mumble again, completely dazed—earning a soft, breathy chuckle from him.
“You’re perfect to me, Jacie. Beautiful. I can’t believe I’m able to touch you.” His fingers trace the contours of my chest, eyes full of lust, longing, and a trace of disbelief.
A shiver of anticipation courses through me, his touch burning me alive in the best fucking way.
“Yes,”I hiss. “I wantyou to touch me, okay?Feelme.” I grab those fingers—those magic hands which are going to make millions someday—and guide them to my chest, my sides. “I want your hands on me where I can feel them. Whereyoucan feelme. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Never again. Not this long.”
He nods, and I lower again, my mouth finding his once more, tongues dueling in another deep, bruising kiss. When his curls around the metal in my mouth, he lets out a moan that is pure filth, fingers digging in my flesh.
“Fuck... That piercing…”
“You like?” I echo his remark, grinning against his mouth.
“Ilove,” he rasps, nudging my nose with his.
“You ready to feel it on your cock?” I smirk and play with the barbell between my teeth. His eyes zero in on it, pupils blown wide as he nibbles on his lip with another nod.
I obey. I plant one last kiss on his mouth before working my way down—mouth on his neck, then his chest, trailing kisses and slow sucks. I flick the stud over his nipple and his whole body shudders as he moans—loud and wrecked.
Yeah,that piercing was a good idea.
I shove his jeans and underwear down in one go, sighing in pure relief as my favorite friend greets me—hard as steel and ready to go. But first…
Wrapping my hand around that beautiful cock I missed so damn much, I get reacquainted with every one of his amazing abs. Alleightof them. I suck, nibble, worship each one—maybe leaving a few hickeys as I go—while slowly working him with my hand. It’s not like he’s noticing that I leave hickeys, because Tyler? Ty is a shivering, mewling mess beneath me.
His hands are in my hair now, fingers tangled in the strands almost painfully as I dip lower.
And when I reach my prize, flick my tongue around the head, metal grazing the ridge, he bucks up on a loud grunt. “Oh shit,Jace.”
I smile against the side of his dick, loving how responsive to me he is—how hestillis—and kick off my Chucks while giving his balls a nice little suck. “Got any lube in that bag of yours? My stuff is back in the hallway.” I nuzzle his base, lick my way back to the top, and press a kiss to the tip as I meet his heavy-lidded gaze. He’s propped up on one elbow, the other hand resting on my head. “I mean, wecouldcheck Ava’s and Asher’s stuff. But I don’t really want to know what is in that night stand. They’ve got a bit of a kinky side, ya know?”
He lets out a laugh, rough and hoarse. “Toiletry bag. Side pocket of the duffel.”
I pry my lips from my man, roll off the bed, and quickly grab the bottle, tossing it beside him. While I’m at it, I shimmy out of my jeans and strip the rest of Ty’s clothes off, throwing his shoes over to join their friends. Back together again.
I bite my lip as I drink him in. Fuck, he’s a work of art. Every defined muscle on full display. Eyes glazed, cheeks flushed—that fucking teasing tan line where the deep bronze meets his regular olive complexion.
He must’ve been surfing at some point, and I pretend it doesn’t sting. I’m kinda jealous. It’s another thing I miss doing with him. It’s anusthing.
“Next time, I’m going surfing with you,” I vow, pressing a kiss on the tan line before crawling back on the bed in between his knees, guiding his hands back on my chest, my neck. “I want your hands on me the entire time, baby. Don’t let go.”
“I will,” he croaks. “I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
I meet his eyes and swallow hard, seeing my own pain, my own longing reflected there.We made it, I want to say.We made it this far. But I don’t have to voice it. He already knows, because he’s thinking the same—it’s written all over his face. So I nod. He nods too.
And then I surge up and kiss him—soft and sure and grounding. The most reassuring kiss I can give him. “I’m not letting you go either, baby.”
I squeeze his fingers one last time before I let go and continuing my assault, starting with another lick along that damn tan line—a shiver racking his big body—before swallowing that beautiful dick of his down in one go.
His hips jolt off the bed, nudging the back of my throat and making me choke around him.
“Shit, sorry,” he gasps, trying to pull me off. “I didn’t mean to—”
I shake my head, his cockhead still in my mouth, and grab ahold of his wrist with my free hand—urging him to push my head down again. Iwanthim to take what he needs.
He takes the bait. His hand tightens in my hair and he guides me back down, deep onto his cock.
Andfuck, I love it.This.
