“I’ve told you, I’m an open book.”
“And I’ve told you that’s the part that confounds me. Not many people like that, not in my experience.”
“Maybe you’re just hanging around the wrong crowd.”
I couldn’t help but enjoy the remark. “At least I’m with the right crowd tonight.”
“You just trying to get sweet on me, Dax? Tell me, did you have innocent intentions when you asked me for a drink up here?”
I snickered. “I was honest about a drink, but I wasn’t talking about the cocktail.”
“So just minus the tail part?”
“Depends on whose tail we’re talking about.”
He took a drink of the vodka soda I’d made him, then set it down on the side table on the balcony and approached me. There was no question in my mind what that look was. Jace oozed sex and charisma.
This titan was coming for me, and there was no way in hell I could fucking resist him.
I set my drink down on the ledge, and nearly as soon, his lips were against mine, just as they had been that night almost two weeks prior.
10
Jace
“God, your lips feel as good as they did last time,” I confessed without inhibition or regret.
I was surprised at how effortlessly my hands made their way around him, tugging me closer to his body. His hands were just as curious about my body as he moved his hand under my shirt, feeling his way over the ridges of my back. His tongue slid between my lips, and I eagerly accepted it.
I fucking loved the way his scruff scratched at my face. “Damn,” I said into his mouth, and he snickered.
“What?” he asked, pulling away slightly, his expression as inviting as ever.
“I’m just wondering if all men feel like this or just you. Seems like I’ve been missing out.”
“Allow me to catch you up to speed.” His lips locked with mine once again, my body a fit of nerves.
Pushing and pulling, I’d never lost track of my ability to concentrate as much as I did as I shoved him back against the glass window of his suite. Just as soon, he pushed against me, shoving me back against the adjacent wall.
It was like we were wrestling for dominance in the moment, each of us trying to assert our power over the other, and I reveled in the friskiness of it. I gripped his face between my hands as I pushed him back against the balcony ledge, each kiss, each swipe of my tongue against his, all the more delicious.
Finally, I needed to catch my breath, and as I did, I noticed him gasping, which gave me the confidence that I wasn’t on my own in totally losing my cool.
A cocky smile lit up his face as he chuckled.
“What?” I asked.
“Just enjoying how you can’t seem to keep your hands off me.”
“You don’t seem to be any less interested.”
He shook his head. “It’s been a long time since I’ve denied myself anything that felt that good,” he said before claiming my mouth once again.
I knew what fire felt like, how it pricked at the flesh and roused that heat that overwhelmed a body, how it could overtake a person so fast, and that’s what happened when Dax’s lips and body pressed up against me. The sensation seared right to the bone as I became possessed by my passion, and I somehow wound up pinned against the wall, Dax’s lips traveling down my face, to my neck. I let my head roll back and enjoyed the way his breath and wet lips and tongue felt against my flesh.
Dax’s hands found their way to my fly, and I felt him working my belt. “One time in college all over again?” he asked, a smile across his face.
It would have been so easy to just relax and enjoy it.
Too easy.
I didn’t do easy.
And it wouldn’t have answered that question on my own mind.
“Wait a second,” I said, taking his hand, and he seemed surprised for a moment, almost looked like he thought I might chicken out.
I stepped beside him, and as he turned to me, I set my hand against his hip and guided him against the wall, swapping places with him.
“I’m curious to get a taste. See if I like it.”
We helped each other as he worked on his belt. I unfastened his fly, and as he tucked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled his boxers down with his pants, I assisted until they were at his ankles, his thick cock poking out from under the front flap of his button-down.
I stood there, paralyzed.
Was I really considering doing something with a dick?
I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Wasn’t even sure if I’d be any good at it. Of course, when had that stopped me with anything else before?
“You sure you want to?” Dax asked, and as I checked his expression, I could sense he’d picked up on my hesitation.
“It’s just weird, is all.”
“I’ve had a lot of dicks in my mouth, and I can tell you there’s definitely nothing weird about it. But you can take your time…or just remove your pants and let me handle the work.”
“I’m not chickening out of anything,” I said.
“Here.” He took my hand and set it on his cock so that my hand was nestling his shaft and balls.
“Damn, that’s stiff.”
“Obviously, that’s in large part due to you.” He reached forward and felt my hard-on in my pants. “Mmm… Seems like it’s working on you just fine too.”
As he stroked softly, his dick twitched in my grip, and I tightened my hold around it. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, and I pulled my hand back and licked it before stroking him again.
“Fuck,” he moaned, and I couldn’t resist taking his mouth once again.
He was an expert kisser, reading my movements as he teased at my tongue with his own and nipped at my bottom lip seemingly at just the right moments. I figured he’d been with enough men to know how to work a guy up, and he sure knew how to make me feel like there was no greater joy in the world to him than tasting my mouth.
“I didn’t think you could get much harder, but damn,” I said as his girth continued stiffening the more I stroked it, trying to work it the way I might have worked my own dick.
“If you keep playing with it like that, you might get a surprise sooner rather than later.”
He hardly had a chance to finish his sentence before I kissed him again.
God, he was fun, and hot, and my curiosity got the better of me as I crouched down on my knees, assessing his full cock.
“Is that precum?” I asked, running my thumb over the head and collecting some of the drippage.
“You got me.”
I was too curious not to try it, so I pulled my thumb into my mouth. It had a nice flavor.
“Thoughts?” he asked.
“I think I might need a little more than that before I make my decision,” I teased, gripping his shaft and pumping him.
I glanced up, watching as Dax leaned back against the wall, staring down at me, smirking. As I pulled back, my hand reaching the head of his cock, I felt warmth against my skin and checked to see if he was precoming some more.
“There you go,” he said.
I chuckled before tasting it again.
I inspected my next challenge, thinking about my conversation with Ash, what I’d been so curious about. What would it feel like to have that thing between my lips? And why was my curiosity making me so goddamn hard?
However, as much as there was this thing in me that made all this feel so foreign, so out of my element, I knew I could push past my fear—hell, my whole damn life was about pushing past fear to do my goddamn job.
I leaned forward and shifted my grip so that the underside of his cock was exposed, allowing me to lick up the middle. I figured I might not like it…or that it might be weird to taste a dick, but it was nice. More than nice.
As Dax’s moan timed with the sensation of his shaft pulsating in my grip, this primal instinct overtook me and I slid the head into my mouth, lapping up the precum that had collected on it. I di
dn’t go further than that, was trying to allow myself to mentally adjust to the idea. It was strange, it was unusual, and it was so damn hot, I could already feel myself leaking from the experience. I stuck my tongue out farther, feeling his shaft against it as I took more of it into my mouth.
Dax’s hand relaxed on my head, and he threaded his fingers through my hair. “Hey, hey,” he said, and I pulled his dick out of my mouth. “Get up here. I’m missing those lips too.”
I enjoyed a chuckle, pushing back to my feet. “Sorry. Had to get that out of the way. See what it was like.”
“And?”
“Eh, I guess you have an okay cock,” I teased, and he burst out into a laugh before I kissed him again.
“Let’s…go…inside.” His words pushed out between kisses as he seemed to struggle to keep away from me nearly as much as I struggled to keep away from him.
I didn’t resist him as he guided us in through the balcony door, and we found our way onto the sofa, making out.
I felt like a teenager when I’d first started messing around with a girl I was seeing at school.
11
Dax
What the fuck were we doing?
We made out on the sofa in the living area of my hotel room, side by side. I wasn’t surprised by that, but at this patience I had with Jace.
Normally, I would have had a guy’s pants off and been working my way inside him by that point, but despite Jace’s apparent curiosity, I wanted to move at a pace that was comfortable for him. I didn’t want to rush it.
I wasn’t typically a fan of kissing, but he was so incredible at it, I didn’t see a reason not to enjoy that while I could.
Jace was the perfect guy to mess around with. We had such different lives, came from such different worlds, that I didn’t have to worry about the complicated shit that might have accompanied a deal like that.
He hadn’t even been with more than one guy, so it would be fun to explore that with him, and then each of us would get on with our lives.
“Mmm…” Jace hummed as he pulled away from my lips. “You mind if I take my pants off too?”
I laughed. “I’m more than fine with that, as much as I enjoy being the one who’s half-naked right now.” I’d kicked my shoes off and removed my pants out on the balcony.
“Well, take off your shirt too,” he suggested.
“Only if you take off yours. I want to see those guns you’re so famous for.”
“Pleasure’s all mine.”
We stripped down, and then not only did I get to see those guns, but that cock…it was huge. Massive.
“Talk about a fire hose,” I said.
He grinned in a way that assured me he was used to impressing people.
“How big is that thing?” I asked. “Nine? Ten?”
“You trying to guess low to keep me humble?” he teased, which made me laugh again. I’d never met anyone who could make me laugh as easily as he did. There was something about him that was so goddamn disarming, especially as he slid closer and asked, “Now where were we?” before planting another kiss on me.
I took his shaft in my hand, trying to assess the size from firsthand experience before pulling close to him and stroking up against him, and he did the same with me.
I pushed on top of him until he was lying beneath me. Oh God, just the thought of topping him, of him letting me inside what I imagined would be one of the tightest holes I’d ever been in…what that did to me.
“Jesus,” he said as I pulled away, and he glanced down.
“I must be really hot for you or something to be coming this much already.”
He looked so fucking pleased with himself.
“If you didn’t have this body,” I told him, “I’d think you were being arrogant. Now, how you wanna come?”
“Why’s this about how I wanna come? I want you to have a good time too.”
“Considering this is your second time with a guy, I figured I could be polite. I’m hospitable like that.”
“How do you want to come?”
“In your hole, but I don’t think we’re going to get there just yet.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, don’t know about all that.”
“You mind if I come on you?” I asked him, because damn, he looked so beautiful lying there on the sofa, stroking his own junk as I was on my knees over him. I could just imagine how pretty he’d look wearing my spooge.
“Uh…yeah…I guess,” he replied, then snickered.
“Is that funny to you?”
“It’s just strange that I’m even doing this, but I want it.”
I started to close my eyes, the way I might have done with any other lover, but seeing the Adonis before me made me realize that I’d have to be insane to think it’d be easier to get off not checking out that hot bod of his.
He smirked, and seeing that expression was everything. My cum pushed right through me, rushing across those abs and up to his chin.
“Holy fucking shit,” he said, his eyes popping open as he chuckled.
“Sorry.” I was always a shooter, but normally not so far.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he said, not even bothering to wipe the cum off his chin, just continuing to jerk himself off.
“Let me finish taking care of this,” I insisted.
I grabbed the base of his shaft and backed up on the sofa as he withdrew his hand. Then I stooped down, took that cock in my mouth, and worshipped it like it would be my last time with it, because I knew that was likely the case. We’d be signing deals and he’d be back in Fever Falls in no time, me in LA. So I wasn’t going to waste a fucking drop. I cupped his balls with one hand and used the other to assist me as I sucked him off.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” he moaned, as though he envied my skills…as though he wished he could have taken to my shaft the way I was taking to his. Which made me proud of the expertise I’d acquired over the years.
“Dax, I’m about to—”
I pulled his dick out of my mouth and continued pumping as his body trembled, his muscles shaking feverishly as he spilled onto himself, his cum shooting, though not nearly as much as I had when I came. Our cum mixed together on his abs, and I enjoyed the show as Jace was left still twitching from his orgasm.
“Ah, fuck,” he said, raising one arm and resting his hand behind his head with a long, deep sigh.
I noticed a little bit of his cum on the side of my forefinger, and didn’t waste a minute. Just raised it and stuck it into my mouth, sucking it up, closing my eyes to really savor his taste.
When I opened them again, Jace was watching me, looking pleased at how much I was enjoying his cum.
“Well, you could have helped yourself to more,” he teased.
“Come on. You’re a fucking mess. Let’s shower off.”
We headed into my bedroom en suite.
“I think my bathroom might actually be bigger than yours,” he noted, and when I turned to him, he winked.
“Seems appropriate,” I said, looking to his dick.
Jace enjoyed another laugh. “Well, what can I say?”
“Maybe just acknowledge that the universe isn’t all that fair?”
“No one said life is fair, but as far as cocks go, I wouldn’t say you have anything to complain about.”
I led him into the walk-in shower, and he closed the glass door behind him as I turned on the water, running my hand through it to feel the temperature as it warmed.
I turned to Jace, who once again checked out all the cum dripping down him.
“First time you’ve been covered in cum?” I asked.
“First time it’s been mixed with someone else’s. And damn, you fucking shoot.”
“Been a while since I’ve shot like that.”
“Did I turn you on that much?”
“Not gonna lie and pretend you didn’t.” I could feel the water warming up, and I said, “Here, go ahead and hop in.”
He did just that, and I enjoyed the vi
ew as he rinsed off, the white from our cum sliding down through the ridges in his abs, down his legs, moving over every curve of thick muscles.
“Damn, you sure are a sexy piece of man.”
“You’re a pretty hot motherfucker yourself,” he said, his hair damp, water webbing down his face.
I grabbed the small bottle of soap from a nook in the wall and a rag from the rack and passed them to him. He scrubbed down, and then we switched, him heading out and drying off with a towel while I cleaned up. When I finished, I headed into the living room, where he was stretched out on the couch, watching TV, making himself comfortable, which I admittedly enjoyed more than I should have.
“Did we still need to go out and talk business? I feel like I took up most of our time with sightseeing. And what sights to see,” he added, scanning me over.
“I’ve had my own share of sights too.” I plopped down on the couch beside him. “Yeah, I say we get back into some clothes and head out for dinner, and we can chat about all those things we should have been talking about today. Then I have to cram some ideas together to present to Hacksmore tomorrow after everything is signed and the deal’s in place.”
“Crazy to think I’m gonna be on billboards and in commercials and shit like that.”
Once again, the way he said it proved how in over his head he was, much like with our messing around.
“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Jace. I love what you’re doing for your community. It’s maybe the most noble thing I’ve seen anyone do, but like I said, it’s not easy to be in the spotlight.”
“You’ve never wanted any of it? Ever? Come on. I find that hard to believe.”
“I definitely don’t have an interest in it.” I wanted to leave it at that, but I could tell by the way he kept looking at me, he expected more than that. “Remember that night at your mom’s when we were talking about those people who wind up in rehab and leaving their kids? That’s my mom,” I explained. “She was a hot, trendy actress in a TV series for a while. It catapulted her into the spotlight in the nineties. Made her this bigshot celebrity when I was a kid, and it fucking wrecked our lives. I don’t think fame makes people horrible, but it amplifies what’s there. And with my mother, that was an addictive personality and this desperation for public approval that she wasn’t getting that only kept her hooked. She couldn’t be there for me when she couldn’t even be there for herself.”
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