I swallow around him, sucking hard, then swirl my tongue around the tip and do it again, making it nice and wet with my drool. He trembles, shakes, lets out themostdelicious sounds as I flick open the lube, never slowing down. I lap up the sweet, salty pre-cum as I do, making me fucking float.
Because Ilovethe taste of him. Imissedthe taste of him. So fucking bad.
His breath comes in shallow hitches as I press my piercing against his slit, swirl it around the head, and let it graze against his ridge.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck.Jace.Stop. I don’t want to come yet. I want you—Ineedyou inside me.Please.”
I glide up, release him with a wet pop, and pull the corner of my lip into a smirk as I rise to my knees. His hand slips from my head, drops to my shoulder, keeping us connected.
“Piercing approved, then?” I ask mischievously, swirling my lubed index finger in slow circles around his rim, his legs trembling each time I press the pad against his opening.
“Definitely,” he rasps, tongue flicking across his bottom lip. “I want it back in my mouth.” His eyes are laser-focused on my lips, his fingertips still tracing the ridges of my abs like they belong there.
“You do?” I press my finger in, just a knuckle deep, and watch in satisfaction as his mouth falls open, breath stuttering, and he nods. Shit, he looks amazing like this. All riled up, ready for me to take him, to show him what he means to me. How much Ilovehim.
Obeying his command, I fall forward, diving my tongue back into his mouth at the same moment I slide my finger inside his ass.
The groan that leaves his throat morphs into a moan as I find the perfect rhythm—tongue and finger in sync—letting him feel that piercing he clearly adores, even as his hands dig into my shoulders, clutching me tight.
As I add another finger into the luscious heat of him, I dip deeper, take his mouth in an all-consuming, shattering kiss,devourhim to give him exactly what he wished for while fingering him nice and slow, opening him up. When I slide in a third and curl my fingers to hit that firm, perfect spot, he rips his mouth away from mine on a growl, eyes blazing.
“Please,Jace. Stop fucking aroundand start fuckingme.” He spreads his legs wider, arches his back, offers himself up to me—hands now tangled in my hair.
Letting out a soft chuckle, I pull my fingers free and wedge myself between his thighs, slicking myself with more lube before tossing the bottle aside. I nudge against his entrance, eyes locked on his as the head of my cock breaches him.
His lips part, trembling, gaze going glassy.
“God, I fuckingmissedthis… Missedyou.” With slow, deliberate movements, I inch my way deeper inside him, lowering my forehead to his, feeling his body yield to mine—inch by inch. His tight heat envelops me, shudders rolling down my spine. “Can you take more, Tyler baby?Fuck, you feel good.”
His neck strains, that perfect tendril popping, and I suck on it,hard,justas he swallows me whole.
“Fuck, this will not last long. You’re so freakin’ tight,” I breathe out, unable to contain the groan that escapes my lips. His grip on my hair tightens as I continue to penetrate him, the sensationoverwhelming. Unreal.Out of this world.
“Jacie…” he moans, his voice a mixture of pleasure and pain, of lust and love, hands digging so deep in my back it hurts. “Fuck, you’re filling me sogood.”
I cradle his face and press gentle kisses along his stubbled jaw, loving the way it scrubs against my lips, trying to soothe him as I bottom out inside him, our bodies flush against each other.
Where they belong. Forever and always. He’smine, and I’m not letting anything take him away from me. No distance. No nothing.
“You okay?” I ask on a ragged breath, concern slipping into my voice because I know this—this first time together again—can be a lot. It’s beenmonths.
He nods, breath coming out in shaky gasps. “Yeah… just—give me a moment. It’s been a while,” he replies, voicing my exact thoughts. His thick thighs lift and tighten around my waist, and I rub his arms, his shoulders, lick my way into his mouth again and smother him with love.
I stay still, giving him the time he needs to adjust to the feeling of me back inside him. Because yeah, it’s been too fucking long, and I can already feel myself teetering on the edge, ready to fly off the handle with the smallest push.
But that’s okay. We have all night to get acquainted again. Fuck, we havedaysbefore he has to leave again. But in the end, hehasto leave again.
Nope. Not thinking about that. Nope. Nope.
I focus back on my man—on this beautiful bastard—and swirl my tongue around his, gasp into every kiss until, gradually, I feel him relax, his muscles loosening around me.
“Okay,” he whispers against my lips, his voice barely audible. “You can move.Pleasemove…Please.”
With slow, careful movements, I thrust, each motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Tyler’s moans fill theroom, his hands gripping onto me as I move inside him, trying to pull me closer, begging me to goharder.
I comply, of course I do, and hook my arm under his thigh, lifting it higher for a better angle, railing him deeper, faster, as I greedily suck on his tongue.
My head spins as I swallow up every sound he makes, the whimpers, moans, and dirty little hums, and store them somewhere safe, somewhere for me to revisit when I need him the most. I’ve seen him on a screen for too long, miles between us, and want to cherish this—burn this into my memory. I want to relive it in my head once I inevitably have to miss him again.
