He becomes pliant beneath me when he opens up with a grunt and lets me devour him. His ankles hook around my lower legs, and his warm hands automatically find my ass beneath the waistband of my joggers.
When he squeezes, I chuckle and lift my head. I just can’t get enough of him. And I’m afraid it will never be enough. Everything about him is just so fucking perfect to me. His now hooded gaze full of heat, the tip of his tongue that darts out to wet his lips, like he can’t get enough either. Fuck.
“God, you’re so damn beautiful,” I murmur, stroking his lightly-stubbled jawline with the tip of my nose. I flick my tongue over his earlobe, which earns me another squeeze in my ass as he thrusts up against me with a moan. “You like that huh? Is it the calling you beautiful or the ear-licking?”
He actually snorts at that. “Definitely the second part, who wouldn’t like a thick wet tongue in their ear?”
Although I know he’s joking, I sense something there, so I lift up on my elbows, hovering over him. He tries to smile, but it just looks sort of … sad.
“I can say what an ugly mug you have when your fucking me, if that’s what gets you off. I won’t judge. No kink-shaming, right?”
That at least earns me an honest laugh, and he wraps his arms around my lower back, trying to pull me down on him again. Good thing I’m a big-ass football player and won’t budge that easily.
“Nah-ah. No deflecting. What’s wrong? No lies, remember?”
“It’s stupid, really,” he says, still giving me that small smile, stroking his strong fingers over the ridge of my waistband.
“Nothing you tell me will ever be stupid.” I give him a short kiss again. “I want to learn everything about you.”
That actually perks him up, the smile instantly more real. “Really?”
Now he’s making me frown. “Duh. What? Did you think I’m only with you because you’re a hot piece of ass?”
He cringes at that, and oh fuck, I think I’m hitting the nail on the head here.
“Baby, really? You know I ain’t that shallow, right?”
“I told you it was stupid.” He tries to look away, but I’m not having that, so I switch my weight to one elbow and grab his chin with the other, making his eyes flare up immediately.
“You’re one gorgeous motherfucker,” I say and give him a quick peck. “And I know I’m not the only one who thinks that.This face?” I take him in like I did so many times before. From his perfect fuck-me hair to his gorgeous, full mouth. “It’s going to make millions someday, people are going to go crazy over you. And these lips?” I kiss the lips in question. “They’re made to sing those filthy, dirty songs and capture hearts all over the world. Panties are going to get thrown on the stage for ya. Just you wait.”
My favorite crooked smile appears, but I press my finger to his lips when he tries to speak.
“However, that’s not all you are. Not to me.” I lay my hand over his heart. “You’reJace. Yeah you flirt, you’re extraordinary on a stage, but that’s because you’re passionate. And I admire that about you. You’re passionate with your songs, your music. You’re passionate with your friends; you’d doanythingfor them. And you’re passionate with me.” I bite his bottom lip and give a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I kind of love that passion. It’s what makes you,you.”
He’s smiling for real now, eyes shining in that same passion. In so much more than that, inloveand admiration.
“Still, you’re a hot piece of ass, as well,” I go on, trying to lighten the mood a bit, making him snort. “But that’s a good thing. You flaunt what you got, and you flaunt itwell.In general, you make people feel good, you make them happy. If not with your music, then with your presence. People light up when they talk to you, when you give them your undivided attention. That’s pretty damn admirable, babe.”
His eyes sparkle in mischief, his hands finding a way beneath my sweater, warm on my back. “That’s it? Nothing about any other redeeming qualities I might have?”
“Well, you’re a good lay, too. Can’t dispute that fact,” I say with a roll of my hips, grabbing one of his legs and bending it backwards, so I can nestle against his ass. “I still have to figure out if you take it as well as you give.”
Somehow, since we first had sex, I’ve become a greedy bastard. Nothing has ever felt as good as being fucked by Jace. So I’m not hesitant to drop trou and bend over when we get together.
Fuck, I just love my prostate. I now know why it has ‘pro’ in it, ‘cause I’m all for it.
But I want to know what it’s like the other way around as well. I wanna know if I can make him the same quivering mess as he makes me.
“Yeah? You want that?” he asks as he kicks his shoes off, the wicked gleam in his eyes making my cock jerk in my pants.
“Maybe I do,” I confirm, sliding my hand between us to flick the button on his stupidly tight jeans open. “What about you?”
He licks his lower lip and nods, lifting his hips so I can undress him. “Oh, hell yeah. I’ve been waiting for the shine to wear off. You were still stuck in glitter-rainbow land. Too much prostate-orgasms will do that to you.”
“Smart-ass,” I mumble when I crawl backwards and lower his jeans over his ass. When his already hard dick springs free and slaps against his lower stomach, I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Commando? Again?” Not that I mind the easy access…
He opens his mouth to reply, but it turns into a torture-filled moan when I swallow him down in one go, shutting him up quite effectively.
