“God, I’m gonna need you to ease into it,” Dax warned, and I retreated.
“Is that too much already?”
“No, no. It’s been a very long time since I’ve bottomed for anyone, so just keep that in mind.”
I smiled. “Again, I have had anal before, so I’m not totally unprepared.”
“Speaking of prepared…”
“On it,” I said, crawling over to the nightstand to fetch some lube and condoms.
“That’s a few condoms there.”
“I have a tendency to break them.”
Dax snickered. “I bet you fucking do. Jace Kruse, Destroyer of Magnums. Maybe we should have gone for a different sort of endorsement deal.”
I crawled back over to him and tossed the condoms down beside his waist, enjoying checking out the ridges of his abs and his shallow navel, all of which I could just imagine soiled in cum.
I opened the bottle of lube and collected some on my fore and middle fingers before massaging them against Dax’s pretty hole.
“Ooh, so gentle,” Dax teased, but I could tell he wasn’t mocking me, and my cock twitched.
“Feels good?”
“And so considerate. I’ll make sure to return the favor.”
I chuckled at the thought of our ridiculous deal. Silly as it may have been, it was also hot as hell.
“Yeah, it feels really good,” he finally answered.
I continued making circles, massaging my way inside him until he arched his back, his abs shifting as he twisted on the bed, his lips making an O-shape as he took a deep breath.
My cock throbbed, my balls aching the longer I played with that tight hole. Seeing how much pleasure he was taking just in this made it so easy to imagine what it would be like to be inside him, to read his expression and body language as I made my way deeper.
I continued easing my way in, and when I felt like he’d adjusted to that much, I removed my fingers and rolled on a condom.
“Just remember to keep it slow at first,” Dax reminded me.
“I will. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?” I hoped I would be able to read him well enough to stop before it got to that point, but I didn’t want him to hesitate if anything didn’t feel good.
Because I wanted him to feel so good. I wanted my cock to be his whole world for as long as I was inside him.
“Let me see those pretty cheeks,” I said, hooking my arms under his legs, and Dax rolled onto his stomach.
I put my hands on those firm globes and knelt down, softly biting the right before kissing it wide-mouthed, licking as I gripped the other cheek and fondled his flesh.
He rose onto his knees, forearms against the sheets, as though he was giving his ass up to me, as though all the attention I’d shown it had earned me the right to take him the way he didn’t permit others to. I kissed his ass cheeks some more, making my way back to his delicious hole, savoring it.
Dax rolled his head back. “Apparently, your experience with women hasn’t been for nothing.”
I chuckled against his flesh and got back to work. I picked up the lube bottle, and with my face still pressed up against him, poured some on my fingers.
It was a strain to force myself away from that beautiful ass for any amount of time, because on the one hand, I wanted to have my cock buried inside him, but on the other, I wanted to keep pleasuring him with my tongue.
I snarled in frustration, pushing my index and middle finger in him the way I had before, easing my way in. The way they disappeared inside him had me aching to the point where I thought I was going to lose my mind from wanting him so badly.
There was this stray thought flying around in the back of my mind about never having done this with a man, but an ass was an ass, and my desire for him outweighed any hesitation as I finally pulled my fingers out.
I crawled forward on the bed and pushed the head of my cock against that hole. I rested one hand on his hip, noticing his back muscles tense up.
“You still okay?” I asked. Despite the powerful desire coursing through me, I wasn’t about to push forward another moment if there was any uneasiness on his end.
He turned back to me, giving me a view of that sexy face, that to-die-for smirk, and I released a soft growl.
He must’ve detected the potent desire pulsing through me because he warned, “I just want to remind you again that it’s been a very long time since I’ve done this.”
I stroked my thumb against his side. “I’ll take care of you, Dax.”
His tense back muscles relaxed at my assurance. As he’d said earlier that day in a way that had shocked me, he trusted me, and I wouldn’t have done anything to violate that trust.
I pushed the head in slowly, even more so than I figured might be necessary, but I wanted him to know with every fiber of his being that I respected his need to move slowly.
“You good?” I asked.
“Real good right now.”
He took deep breaths as I continued making my way farther inside him. With one hand still on his hip, I rested the other against the small of his back, running it in circles, enjoying the smooth dip of his spine.
“Oh, oh, stop.”
I froze in place. He bowed his head and took deep breaths.
“Just one sec, promise. God, it’s…really big.”
“I think you’re just really tight,” I said, unable to stifle a moan, which made him laugh. “Ah, ah…” he said as his laughter caused him to push back on my dick in what seemed like too quick a movement.
I pulled back slightly.
“No, I’m good,” he insisted. “Did that to myself.”
I waited a little longer before Dax started backing his ass up again. Taking his time, he moved steadily until his ass was up against my pelvis.
“Damn,” he moaned as he leaned forward some more, his back splayed out so I could fully take in the beautiful view. He took a few more breaths before saying, “Okay, now.”
At his encouragement, I slid back, then pushed forward slightly, watching his movements, waiting for him to alert me to cease.
“Oh, fuck,” dragged out of his mouth. “It’s right there.”
“Your prostate?”
Dax glanced over his shoulder. “No, my funny bone.” His tone dripped with sarcasm. “Yes, my prostate!”
“Now don’t laugh and hurt yourself again,” I teased, but he chuckled anyway.
“Looks like I’m good now.”
I pulled my cock farther out of him, then pushed back in, inspecting his body, his movements, doing my best to read him, which became easier when he threw his head back and reached down to his cock.
“I hope I feel as good in you as you feel in me. Jace Kruse, bet you’ve made a lot of women happy.”
“Hopefully the way I’m about to make a man real happy,” I said, Dax’s words giving me plenty of encouragement to feed my ego.
I continued moderating my pace, waiting until Dax sped up his own pushes back against me. Then I leaned down and pressed my chest against his back, wrapping my arms around him, setting one hand on his abs and running it up and down, appreciating Dax’s figure as I pushed in and out. I kissed his shoulder blade, then ran my nose against his flesh until I reached his neck, which I kissed too.
He reached back and set his hand on my head, stroking gently as I continued appreciating that hole gripping my cock, working me up in the best of ways as we moved in sync, each of us reading the other just right to push at the most opportune moment.
As he leaned back, I moved with him, following his lead as he positioned himself upright.
“Aw, fuck,” he muttered, his fingers curled in my hair, my face pressed right against his ear. He turned toward me. “How you liking that ass?”
“Can’t you tell?”
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me that’s not the best damn ass you could have had for your first time.”
I couldn’t suppress my smile. “Yeah, feels like it was made especially for me.”
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bsp; He snickered, and said, “Feels like this cock was made to hit all the right places, so fair is fair.”
He turned even more and pressed against the back of my head, reeling me in to him, and I submitted so easily to his desire, taking that kiss that stirred swirling sensations in my head and chest.
I only pulled away long enough to check the condom to make sure it was still secure on my cock, then slid my hand up from his waist to his face, running my fingers through his scruff, enjoying how it felt on my hand and face.
“You mind if I ride it?” he asked.
“Topping from the bottom?”
He smiled. “I just want to show you what I expect you to do for me.”
“Mmmm…” I followed through with his request, and we wound up with me lying across the mattress and him squatting over me, descending onto my shaft, taking his time as he’d done before, though now it seemed much easier for him to work into a stride with me.
On his knees, he lifted his ass and lowered it, serving that hole up to my dick as he massaged a hand across my chest.
As his eyes rolled back, I asked, “You think you could get used to this?”
He grinned. “Now don’t get too cocky on me.”
“I’ll show you cocky,” I said as I hooked my arms under his legs. Leaning up, I kissed him as I repositioned, sliding my legs behind me while pulling his forward until I was able to lay him on the bed.
The pressure rose so quickly within me, it caught me by surprise. “Oh, stop, stop, stop,” I said.
“What? What’s wrong? Charlie horse?”
I was amused by his assumption. “No, I just think if either of us move right this second, I’m gonna shoot.”
“Enjoying it that much, huh? It’s okay. You can tell me how good my ass is to you.” He took his dick in his hand and jerked on it.
“Wait, wait,” I said, taking his hand, and he stopped. I licked my own hand before grasping his cock and stroking him myself. “Figure this works the same as mine,” I teased, keeping my body stiff while still inside him. “Now don’t move or I’m gonna come, okay? I want you to blow first. I’m a polite Southerner, after all.”
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 his neck.
“God, you can shoot like crazy,” I said, fucking jealous over the fact.
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 on me.
“Oh, my prostate’s so fucking sensitive,” he said.
“You want me to pull out?”
“No, come in me, Jace. Give it to me.”
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 lurching forward.
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 experienced before.
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
“I like being dirty with you too,” I said, enjoying the way he was still inside me.
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 from him.
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 my head.”
“Well, just remember our deal.”
“Eh, nah. I think I’m good. Kidding. Don’t worry. I’m a man of my word.”
“I wasn’t too worried about that.” And also, if he’d changed his mind, I would have respected his wishes.
I twisted my fork in the spaghetti, collecting some and popping it in my mouth.
As I chewed, Jace said, “You should stay the night.”
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 get out.
“Stay over. You don’t need to get back to your hotel, right?”
“Pretty soon you’re gonna be asking me to go steady with you.”
“Come on. It’s not a big deal. It’d be like a sleepover. Didn’t you ever have sleepovers when you were little?”
“Sort of.”
“How do you have a sort of sleepover?”
“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 a sleepover.”
“Oh shit. Dax, that sucks.”
“I said I stayed with her friends, not that I was on the streets,” I replied, surprised by his reaction. “I was fine.” Although, I could tell by his expression that he was skeptical, which was fitting considering I was lying out of my ass. “Told you I didn’t have the best mom in the world.”
“But you said you still talk to her?”
“Yeah, she’s better now. She’s been clean for five years, and as long as she stays that way, I’m fine with keeping her in my life.”
“I’m sorry. No kid should have to deal with that.”
I understood why a guy with a mom like Nance felt that way. “You mind if we change the subject? I’m having too good a night for Serena to spoil it now.”
I could tell he was forcing his smirk, but I’d settle for that as long as we didn’t have to talk about her anymore. Didn’t want to focus on my past any more than I had to.
“Then come on,” he pressed. “You gotta be tired. I’m beat, and you can just admit you like spending time with me.”
“Well, you’re right about me being beat. And you’re lucky you’re dealing with an arrogant fuck, because otherwise I’m not sure I’d be able to tolerate being around your big head.”
“That sounds like a yes to me.”
It was amazing how easily I caved to him. Not only with that, but with bottoming and even just wanting to spend more time with him. “As long as you’re not expecting this ass again,” I said, and he beamed, making me that much happier.
Jesus Christ, what the hell was I thinking? Staying with a client for some adult sleepover?
Most guys, I was eager to hit and quit, but Jace was fun and the most no-hassle guy ever. Our whole situation was effortless pleasure. I could vividly imagine all the red flags and warning bells we’d set off, but I just couldn’t see Jace causing any drama.
“Great! I rented this romantic comedy at Redbox that I haven’t watched yet, but I’ve had it for like a week.”
“Is this some Bridget Jones’s Diary crap?”
A smile played on his lips. “We can switch it up, if you’d like.”
“No, no. I want to see what Jace Kruse considers a good movie. Then I’ll run and leak that to the press.”
Beaming, he took his empty plate and pushed to his feet. He still had on just the towel around his waist, and I appreciated the view of the V dipping beneath the material.
Ooh, yes, it was going to be a fun
night alright.
* * *
Jace skimmed the local paper set on the table beside him as he devoured a stack of pancakes, not seeming to give any thought to the carb tower smothered in maple syrup that smelled so good, I was half-tempted to give up my parfait and dive in with him. Although, the way he was eating, as though he hadn’t eaten in weeks, I figured he was liable to fork anyone who tried to disturb him.
I took a sip of my coffee, enjoying the way we’d eased into the morning.
The night with Jace had stayed totally cool. We’d finished our dinner, then headed up to his room. Keeping space between us on the bed, we watched a rom-com that wasn’t even fit for Hallmark. It was fun giving him hell about it and watching him shamelessly enjoy the tripe. And I enjoyed it simply because I was viewing it with him.
The laid-back way we spent the night, without cuddling or any mushy stuff, assured me there weren’t any feelings coming from Jace outside of the friendship forming between us.
In the morning there wasn’t any weirdness. We got up and dressed, me working a bit of a walk of shame when we hit up the local diner for breakfast.
“Big plans today?” I asked Jace.
He shrugged. “Probably gonna head up to see Nance and Keeg. Hang with them some. You?”
“I’ll be reviewing the photos from the shoot yesterday and selecting the best ones to use for promo. And then your interview should be going live later today, which Carter and I will be blasting around to different news sites.”
“Is it really news if that’s what they’re talking about?”
“Have you watched the news these days? You might actually be more newsworthy than some of the crap they talk about.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I retrieved it to see Carter was calling.
“Speaking of news, I think I’m about to get the latest deets from Carter.”
“Say hey for me.”
“Hey, Carter. Jace says hey too.” Figured he’d get a kick out of that and maybe give me a little bit of hell for sleeping with a client, which I was more than fine with, considering he’d already caught us.
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