“I trust you, Jace. Always.”
Chapter 13
Jace
I’d toldmyself this morning that I couldn’t touch him again. That I’d pushed him too hard and too fast. I’d only meant to kiss him after he’d told me he wanted to leave, but I wasn’t sure what insanity had been going through my head to make me think that one taste of him would be enough.
Sex was a means to an end for me. It was a way of feeling in control in those moments where the helplessness of my situation kicked in. It hadn’t always been that way, but since my sister had disappeared and I’d been completely powerless to do anything to help her, I’d taken all those emotions and poured them into meaningless encounters with complete strangers. I was always careful about the men I selected. I was fortunate enough that I could read people pretty well, and I’d used that to my advantage when I’d searched out compatible partners. It often only took a few carefully planned words to confirm a guy would meet my needs. I was demanding and forceful, even when I propositioned them. Those who were into it ended up beneath me, their bodies becoming nothing more than tools for me to work out some of my issues. And I alleviated my guilt by making sure they got off, sometimes even more than once.
But things had been different with Caleb from the moment my lips had brushed over his. Hell, they’d been different from the moment I’d first laid eyes on him.
I hadn’t actually asked Caleb if he’d ever had a consensual sexual relationship with someone else, but he’d pretty much confirmed that when I’d kissed him. He’d been completely clueless on how to kiss me back.
And fuck if I hadn’t just loved that.
I’d wanted to be the first man who showed him that sex wasn’t about someone just taking something from him that he didn’t want to give, an irony not lost on me considering my own sexual history. But to have been the first man to show him the pleasures of kissing – that was something I couldn’t have even dreamed up.
He’d been so responsive and trusting that I hadn’t been able to stop with one kiss… or twenty. I’d kept telling myself to stop, that it was too much, too soon, but Caleb’s innocent responses had driven me on. When he’d instinctively started fucking my hand, a need unlike any I’d ever known had gone through me. I’d had this image of Caleb sliding in and out of my ass, and once in my head, it had been impossible to shake. I’d never once bottomed for any man – hadn’t even considered it. But the thought of Caleb’s weight pushing me into the mattress as he fucked me from behind at first, then turned me over and held me in the snare of his beautiful eyes as he filled me, moved over me, in me… it was something I knew I needed to experience.
I sighed as Caleb repeated that he trusted me for what had to be the third time now. He always made sure to add my name when he said it – it was like he was making it clear that he knew who he was with… that I was the only one he’d give that gift to.
I kissed Caleb until he was so pliant that I was practically holding him up. I let my right hand slide down his chest and over his abdomen. I kept my moves slow as I played with the waistband of his underwear. When he was moaning and writhing against me, whispering my name, I did what he wanted and dipped my hand beneath the fabric. He cried out in relief when I closed my hand around his length. I could feel the moisture on his shaft, proof thathe really did want this. I pumped my hand up and down his dick with enough pressure to tease him, but not drive him higher.
“Jace,” he groaned, clearly growing frustrated.
“Turn around, baby, let me get a taste of you.”
Caleb eagerly turned and wrapped his arms around my neck. His mouth crashed down on mine and I happily gave control over to him. I used the opportunity to push his underwear down enough so I could stroke my palms over his smooth ass. Caleb kissed me frantically as he began grinding against me. I gripped his ass, then lifted him like I had in the kitchen. He quickly kicked his underwear off and wrapped his legs around me. His fingers sifted through my hair and he gripped me hard as he plundered my mouth.
For someone who’d never been kissed before, he was an incredibly fast learner.
I turned him and walked him the few steps to the bed, then lowered him down onto it. He kept his legs locked around my waist as I took control of the kiss. I could feel his weeping dick pressed against my abdomen and my mouth filled with saliva in anticipation. I ripped my lips from his, then trailed them down his body. I gave each of his nipples some love, then toyed with his belly button for a bit. He kept trying to push my head lower, a move I knew was driven by pure instinct, but I solved the problem by grabbing his wrists and pressing his arms to the bed beside him. I held him there as I nuzzled the patch of rough blond hair at his groin. I bypassed his dick and pressed kisses against his inner thigh.
“Jace,” he growled as he tried to lift his hips to force his dick closer to my mouth.
“Patience, Caleb,” I murmured as I released his hands and worked my way down his legs.
“Fuck patience!” he groaned, then he levered up onto his elbows so he could watch what I was doing. I held his gaze as I lifted his foot to my mouth.
I’d never taken the time to explore past lovers like I was now, and while part of me was glad this was another new thing I was sharing only with Caleb, I had to wonder how that had made the men I’d been with feel.
As it was, Caleb’s toes turned out to be of particular interest to me.
To him too, because he flopped back on the bed and groaned. He covered his face with his hands as I sucked each one into my mouth. After I was done, I braced his heel on the lip of the platform supporting the bed, then I went to town on his other foot. By the time I was done, he was splayed out before me, both feet braced on the platform. I had a nice view of his hole, but I ignored it because I knew he just wasn’t ready for that.
This moment was all about him.
Well, mostly. My own dick was demanding attention, so I unzipped my pants and pushed them down enough so I could free my dick. But I didn’t touch myself. Instead, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Caleb’s balls, then licked my way up his shaft. Caleb let out a muffled curse. I wrapped my arms around his legs to keep him from moving too much, then sucked the crown of his dick into my mouth. I welcomed the sweetness of the pre-cum that flowed over my tongue, then began sucking gently on the crown.
Caleb bucked into my mouth, but I used my hold on his thighs to keep him from moving too much.
“God, Jace, please!” Caleb begged desperately.
More pre-cum slid over my tongue and down my throat and I knew it meant he wouldn’t last. My own dick was leaking, so he wasn’t the only one.
I wrapped my fingers around his base and took him farther into my mouth. Fingers dug into my scalp and the accompanying bite of pain did nothing but turn me on even more. I reached between my own legs and began jerking myself off. Since I no longer had a hold of Caleb’s thighs, he began fucking my mouth. I managed to relax my gag reflex enough to take him all the way inside. Caleb pumped into me over and over, but when I gagged a little, he froze and then tried to pull out of my mouth.
“Jace, God, I’m sorry!”
