I especially like how he loves to rub himself all over me when I do. Just like he’s doing now.
His hand is still beneath the waistband of my boxers, firmly tugging in tandem with the thrusts of his tongue in my mouth. His other hand has thrown my cap off—as always—and is now holding on to my hair, which I’ve maybe let grow out a bit these past months.
I mean, it’s not like I was too depressed to go to the hairdresser or anything… Okay, maybe I was. I can’t even count how many times my mom tried to cut it and I shooed her away.
But with the way Jace has been holding on to it these last two days, how he keeps snatching my cap off so he can run his fingers through the curly ends around my ears... I guess he likes it.
A groan escapes me as he gives a particularly hard tug on said hair, and I grin against his mouth when he starts to shove my boxers down past my ass cheeks. “Jacie, as much as I’d love to have you back there again, I don’t think Icanright now.” Hedidrail me hard—and often—since I arrived yesterday.
Not that I hate it, I fucking love it, but he was right; it was a bit more than merely uncomfortable when we were jogging this morning and as much as it disappoints me… my poor butt needs a break.
“Hmm,” he murmurs against my mouth, flicking open the button of his own jeans. “I was kinda hoping we’d do it the other way around?”
He lets go of my hair and shoves his pants down, letting his erection spring free like it’s waving at me in a happy greeting.
I repress a snicker. Right back at ya buddy.
My gaze finds Jace’s again, and the corner of my mouth pulls up. “You sure you’reableto switch?”
I know he sees the humor in my gaze—and hears it in my voice—since he rolls his eyes and lets out another snort.
Yeah, he’s been kinda all over me ever since I stepped back into his proximity.
Not that I mind, not at all actually. I know we both like it either way. It’s not like I really prefer one way or the other. The only thing Idoknow is that I for fuck sure love it when I’m taking him—but when it’s the other way around, when he’s over me, insideme, when I can feel him fucking everywhere and never want him to leave? Yeah, I’m kinda obsessed withthat.
Not that I’m not happy when I’m fucking my boyfriend—fuck no, I really, really dig that too. I digeverythingwith Jace. Fuck, he could be asexual for all I care. Just being in his proximity is enough for me. Being around him. Being near him. It’s not the sex that makes JaceJacefor me, what makes himrightfor me. It’s everything else. Everything he is.
But sure, he dicks me down real good as well, so that’s definitely a big-ass perk.
Jace presses me closer to the door, and we both let out a groan as our groins make contact, foreheads resting against each other while I grab his bare ass for support. We look down at the same time, and a shiver racks through me as he wraps his talented hand—which writes those amazing songs and makes the most phenomenal music—around us both.
“Yes, of course I’m able to switch,” he answers with a squeeze, making us both shudder. “I love it when you take me. Fuck, I crave it. I know I’m a teeny tiny bit obsessed with your ass, but shit,” he lets out a low chuckle, “I can’t wait for you to fill me up again.”
The corner of my mouth pulls up, and I lift my head, nudging his nose with mine—which earns me a breathy gasp—before pressing a soft kiss against his wonderful lips. “Good. Because I can’t wait to get reacquainted either.”
Jace lets out a low growl at my admission and pushes his tongue back into my mouth in a heady, steamy kiss as he gives us a couple of slow strokes.
The click of a lock turning registers, and when I unlatch from my boyfriend’s mouth, he smirks at me before letting go of both our dicks and the door. He steps back from me and the door, kicks his shoes and pants off, and grins broadly before turning around and bending over the big vanity that spans the wall,pressing his hands on the mirror, splaying his fingers wide and pushing his ass out.
“Well, get on with it, then. We don’t have a lot of time. If I’m hearing it right—they only have three or four songs left.”
He practically growls at me when I delve in the pocket of my jeans and throw a packet of lube on the top of the vanity. “I thought you said your ass was closed for business tonight?”
“Hmm,” I muse, lifting his sweaty shirt with one hand while my other roams over the tightly corded muscles of his back—less tanned nowadays, but still just as incredible. “I’ll always want you inside me. But yeah, maybe I had the same intentions as you when I grabbed this before we came here...” I trail off, my voice dropping lower as I give his ass a firm, possessive squeeze, and fucking enjoy how perfectly it fits in my palm.
He chuckles and grabs the packet of lube, rips the corner off with his teeth, before handing it to me over his shoulder, winking at me in the mirror. As he meets my gaze, there’s a spark in his eyes, blazing hot and defiant. “Good. I was almost afraid I wasn’t gonna get any this week. You still like my ass, huh?”
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll ever need to worry about that, since I thinkloveis the better term,” I mutter as I let go of his ass, take the lube, and let it drip down his crack, coating my straining dick while I’m at it.
He flinches sharply. “Oh, shit. That’s cold as—” His words dissolve into a deep groan when my fingers slide between his cheeks after I toss the packet aside, pressing the tip of my index finger gently against him before it gives way.
Like he said, we’re on a schedule here, and even though ithasbeen the other way around since I got here, now that he’s in front of me like this, Ineedto have him, stat.
His breath hitches audibly when my finger presses harder, breaching him in one steady push. “Oh, fuck yes,” he moans, dropping his forehead against the mirror.
“Shit,” I mutter, loving the warmth of him, theheat,as I watch him engulf my entire digit effortlessly, a shudder racking my body because fuck me…
That’s one hell of a sight.
