Tourists are a great solution, letting me satisfy some basic needs without exposing my secrets. However, getting away from Katah Vista gives me the freedom to indulge in all sides of my personality. To let loose without looking over my shoulder. And to find Jace here, whereI don’t have barriers, that’s about as close to my definition of a miracle as you can get.
We reach the hotel—we’re both staying in the same one, just two floors apart—and I follow Jace to his room. Pulling the key card from his back pocket, he swipes it over the sensor and steps inside, holding the door open just long enough for me to clear the threshold. As it swings shut, he presses me up against it, caging me between his arms.
My breath gets stuck in my lungs as I study his face, just inches from mine. Being roughly the same height, I can observe the thick brows resting over eyes that, up close, are more brown than black. His full lips are parted, and the dim light of the room reflects off the angles of his face. Despite being leaner than I am, Jace radiates strength, which seems barely contained as our chests brush against one another amid our heavy breathing. I reach up to touch his face, my calloused fingertips meeting the softest skin I’ve ever felt on a man. It’s so smooth I doubt he’s able to grow a full beard, which excites me more than I expected.
Jace closes his eyes, seeming to savor the feel of my touch, and my heart throbs deep inside my chest. Then without warning those dark eyes snap open and he presses his mouth to mine.
I barely have time to register how soft his lips are before his tongue slides inside, and a strangled groan rumbles from his throat.Holy shit, that’s hot.
I meet him head on, each of us fighting for dominance as lips and teeth and tongues clash. Long, dexterous fingers slide through my hair, gripping the strands in a fist and giving a firm tug, tilting my head where he wants it. A tiny spark of pain mixed with pleasure shoots from the top of my head to my balls, and my cock starts to swell in my shorts. I reach around Jace’s waist and pull him flush against mybody, pressing our stiff cocks against one another. This time it’s me who growls.
Hands tug at my shirt, lifting it up my chest, and before I realize it, mine are mimicking his. We break the kiss long enough to pull the fabric over our heads before crashing together again, a little less frenzied but no less intense.
Gripping Jace’s ass, I hold him against me so our cocks get a little friction as we kiss each other senseless. Despite being eager to feel him instead of the fabric between us, I’m in no rush to end this kiss. I don’t even remember the last time my lips touched someone else’s, because let’s face it, a hurried fuck at the end of a massage doesn’t require it. The point is to get off, not make a lasting connection, so I generally skip over this part. And I never really missed it, until now.
Jace’s lips are unbelievably soft, even though nothing about his kiss is gentle. And the way he’s panting, as if he needs air but is willing to sacrifice it to keep his mouth pressed to mine… Hot. As. Fuck.
Hands roam over my chest and down to my abs as he devours my mouth, making me dizzy with lust. My skin feels electric wherever he makes contact, and I swear if the wall wasn’t holding me up my knees would buckle.
Fingertips trace the waistband of my shorts, sending a shiver up my back. When I feel them working the button open, I do the same to his, and seconds later our hard shafts are free, rubbing together.
Tingles shoot the length of my dick as the tip of his drags over me. I reach between us, trapping both our cocks in my fist, and give a firm squeeze as I tug. Jace pulls his mouth from mine and drops his head to my shoulder, his shaggy dark hair obscuring his expression. Fortunately, he isn’t shy about vocalizing what I can’t see on his face.
“Fuuuck,” he groans as I work us both. “I almost forgot how good it feels to have another cock rubbing against mine while I’m getting jerked off.”
“I almost forgot how good it feels to hold another man’s cock in my hand.”
“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing this.”
“Tell me you’re prepared.” I pump my hips gently, increasing the friction between us. “I don’t have anything on me.”
Jace lifts his head off my shoulder to look at me with a mischievous grin. “You didn’t expect to get laid on your trip?”
“Not by a man in Utah.”
He laughs, a sound I’ve never associated with sex but which somehow doesn’t feel out of place. “A woman, then?” He arches a dark brow.
“Not likely.” I reach between us with my free hand and cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers.
His head falls back with a contented little groan. “Dicks only?”
“Yep.”
“That’s my preference, too, although it’s hard to find on the road.” He meets my gaze as his hips rock forward, grinding himself into my hand. “I haven’t been with a man in ages, but I live out of my suitcase, so I’m always ready.” Fingertips graze over my hole, so lightly I’d think I imagined it if my hips didn’t instinctively buck my cock into my fist.
“Are you a top or bottom?” I nip at the plump bottom lip that’s been taunting me all evening as my ass tries to seek out the finger teasing it.
“I’m good with both.” He kisses me back. “But I haven’t bottomed in a while.”
“We’ll take turns then. You should grab the lube.” I swear he whimpers when I drop his cock, which has mine growing impossibly fuller.As he walks to his suitcase, his rigid length bobbing slightly with each step, I admire the view while leisurely stroking my shaft. Though tall he moves gracefully, lean, sinewy muscle rippling beneath the skin with each step. There’s a faint smattering of dark hair around his nipples and beneath his belly button, pointing to a long, thick, dick. My mouth waters just looking at it.Might have to taste him before the night’s over.
He sits at the end of the bed and tosses me a bottle, fisting his erection and stroking it with such nonchalance I get the impression this is a man who makes no apologies for who he is and what he wants. I envy that—the confidence to touch himself in front of someone without any hesitation. To invite another person’s eyes to drink you in during such an intimate display. If it were me, I’d probably be feeling vulnerable, but he looks… bold. And sexier than anyone I’ve ever seen.
“Save enough for me to fuck you later.” Jace props his feet on the mattress and leans back, slowly stroking his sex as he watches me move toward him. I squirt lube on my fingers and press them against his hole. It puckers from the cool gel but relaxes as my fingers warm it up, pulling a contented sigh from his lips as I circle the tight star.
Between the slow, measured way his hand slides along his dick, and the glistening ring in front of me, I’m not sure where to look as I slip a finger inside. I settle on his hand, gliding languidly along his shaft, and match the pace of my finger to the rhythm he’s setting. When the resistance starts to fade, I add another finger, stretching him as gently as I can.
“Good?” I check in when I hear a soft moan.
