He didn’t have the opportunity to give me hell about my comment. He was too busy twisting and turning, calling out my goddamn name as the cum shot out, a bit hitting hisneck.
“God, you can shoot like crazy,” I said, fucking jealous over thefact.
It took me a second to realize I was pushing in and pulling out of him again, just slightly, my body clearly working toward its climax despite my hesitation, my desire to see him get off first. I leaned down, pressing up against him, wanting to feel that cum onme.
“Oh, my prostate’s so fucking sensitive,” hesaid.
“You want me to pullout?”
“No, come in me, Jace. Give it tome.”
His words, the need and hunger in them, did all the work for me as that pressure climbed to the point where I thought I was going to jump out of my skin, and I felt my dick pulse, my body lurchingforward.
I growled like an animal as I gripped the back of his head, kissing him through my climax as every nerve in my body quaked with an excitement unlike anything I’d ever experiencedbefore.
We continued kissing, each of us recovering from our highs, breaking away just to tell him, “I like being dirty with you,Dax.”
21
Dax
“Ilike beingdirty with you too,” I said, enjoying the way he was still insideme.
I’d been so tense at first, and it had really smarted when that first laugh had made me take him a little too quickly, but Jace was good with me, had taken his time when I needed him to, and then hadn’t held back when I was ready for so much more. He was, as I should have expected, a-fucking-mazing.
Jace set his hand against my cheek, pinching my flesh gently, then offering another kiss. It was brief, but oh-so-satisfying.
We hit the shower again before heading downstairs. Jace trolled through the pantry for some grub, settling on making us spaghetti. I’d insisted I could just grab something on the way back to the hotel, but persuasive as I knew I could be, I didn’t put up much of a fight. Hell, I enjoyed hanging with the guy, and after what we’d done, I wasn’t in a rush to get away fromhim.
He took a bite of spaghetti, eyeing me to the point where I finally asked, “What?”
“Just still can’t get that ass out of myhead.”
“Well, just remember ourdeal.”
“Eh, nah. I think I’m good. Kidding. Don’t worry. I’m a man of myword.”
“I wasn’t too worried about that.” And also, if he’d changed his mind, I would have respected hiswishes.
I twisted my fork in the spaghetti, collecting some and popping it in mymouth.
As I chewed, Jace said, “You should stay thenight.”
I started to laugh and nearly spit out the noodles. Putting my hand in front of my mouth, I recovered and quickly finished chewing and swallowing. “What?” I finally managed to getout.
“Stay over. You don’t need to get back to your hotel,right?”
“Pretty soon you’re gonna be asking me to go steady withyou.”
“Come on. It’s not a big deal. It’d be like a sleepover. Didn’t you ever have sleepovers when you werelittle?”
“Sortof.”
“How do you have asort ofsleepover?”
“When my mom was in rehab, I had to stay with her friends, and I’d get to hang with their kids. I guess that’s kind of asleepover.”
“Oh shit. Dax, thatsucks.”
