“Parents are not allowed to say stuff about sex,” J mutters, rubbing his face. “I'm going to need to cleanse out my ears after this.”
“You should cleanse your behind while you're at it, honey,” Mom pipes up, giving my dad some wool to roll up. “I've heard it will enhance the experience.”
“Sure does,” my dad mutters again.
I think I'm gonna vomit now. At least one of us finds this funny, since Jace is cracking up beside me, and yeah… the nerves I had earlier? Totally unnecessary. Like expected, Jace fits right in with my crazy family. But a loving one it is.
After Mase and J fuck off to their own place and my parents retire for the evening–Mom hanging onto Dad’s arm because she’s wobbly from the alcohol–I haul Jace upstairs to my bedroom where I still stay during the summer and occasional weekends.
It takes me less than a minute after the door closes before I have his naked body on my bed and rub mine all over him. It’sa miracle we even made it through the evening, because this guy makes me hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s like I’m a hormone-crazed teenager all over again.
We’ve shared more than a couple of blowjobs in the last week, disappearing to our bedrooms whenever we can. And now that finals are done and I have a little bit more free time between training? Orgasms are a go. I swear I’ve never come this much in my life.
I’m sure my roommates are already tired of it, but I really can’t give a crap about it. They do the same. It’s why earplugs are God's gift to men. Or God’s gift to a house full of horny students, whatever.
But yeah, orgasms. It’s impossible to keep my hands off him, and I’m steadily mapping out everything about his body and finding out what makes him tick. What makesmetick.
When it comes to Jace? That’s practically everything.
Just yesterday I had the guts to finally press the tip of my finger inside his tight hole while deepthroating him like a pro. Dude went off like a hose, nearly choking me on his come.
Yes, I swallow now.
But I wantmore, I wanteverything.
And with the way Jace is writhing and moaning beneath me, it seems he wants the same. The fingers in my hair tighten and twist, the bite of pain makes me groan.
When his other hand however coasts down over my back and those fingers slide betweenmycheeks, pressing down right the fuckthere, the groan turns into a full-out growl.
“I want it.” The words come out unexpected, but I know they ring true. “I wantthat.I want you.”
Jace’s eyes flare. “Yeah? You sure?” He breathes out, lips against my cheek, dick sliding against mine as he moves his hips up.
“Yeah. I wantyou. The way you are. I’m not saying you should pound my ass right away, I probably need some prep, but please stop holding back and beyou. Stop hesitating and asking and justdo. Because fuck.” I pull him flush to me. “I want this. I want the Jace everybody wants. And that Jace ismine.”This possessive, needy side is new to me, but damn it, if he doesn’t start doing stuff I’m going to spontaneously combust.
Something shifts in his demeanor then. That trademark smirk appears for a second, his molten gray gaze roving over me.
“As long as you promise me that you keep being honest and stop me when you don’t like something.” His eyes flick between mine. “Promise me.”
“Yeah. I promise,” I answer before I indulge myself again with his mouth, sliding my tongue deep inside.
“I just don’t want to scare you off,” he says softly when I stop kissing him, lips still against mine. “I’m so damn afraid to scare you off.”
Fuck. My heart…
“You won’t,” I say firmly. “I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I want this.” I emphasize my point by rolling my hips against his, which rewards me a throaty gasp.
“Only ninety-nine percent? What do I have to do to get a hundred percent?”
I smirk. “Grow some boobs?”
He bursts a laugh, throwing his head back. Which I take advantage of by kissing his neck again. “I agree. Boobs are awesome,” he rasps, hands kneading my ass again, which I really seem to love.
“Don’t worry, I like this just fine as well.” I let my thumb graze back and forth over his nipple, making his eyes flare up. “Now give it to me,” I demand.
“If that is what you want…” he says in his raspy baritone which will make hit songs someday.
“That’s what I want,” I confirm before making a trail with my lips from his sternum to his ear, to proceed to suck his lobe in my mouth.
