by Cameron Dane
Jace skimmed his palms back up Jasper's sides to his chest but kept descending with flicks and teasing with his tongue. “I can feel that.” He had his mouth poised over Jasper's stomach and looked up, finding his gaze. He licked into Jasper's belly button, sparked a quiver, and smiled. “I'm going to get you relaxed very soon.” Jace moved just an inch lower, kept the connection with their eyes, and wrapped his lips around Jasper's rearing cock.
“Ohhh shit, shit.” Jasper's hips shot off the bed with the first suck and forced more length toward Jace's throat. Jace took him without complaint, murmuring appreciative noises as he bobbed up and down on Jasper's prick, and Jasper wondered how long it would be before his dick fell off and died a happy death with two people close by willing to suck him off every night. He tunneled his free hand into Jace's hair, loving the coarser texture, and pulled in a shaky breath when Jace started tweaking and pulling on his nipples in combination with blowing his cock.
Jasper dug his head into the mattress and groaned low through the suction Jace delivered to his dick. It felt like each pull drew more nerve endings to the surface of his penis, and they all tangled inside him, fighting to get the most of Jace's amazing tongue. Jasper stared up at the ceiling and fought his way through the pleasure of the blowjob, the swelling in his balls, and the need to come.
Suddenly, Jace pulled off from taking Jasper to the throat, and Jasper let out a breath at the reprieve. Then Jace swirled his tongue all around the head and rubbed the ultrasensitive underpatch of skin, and Jasper cried out, crushing Sarah's hand with his hold.
“Mmm…fuck.” Jace licked all up and down Jasper's thick, red length, and Jasper would have thought the man was trying to keep up with a melting ice-cream cone. Jace murmured, “I love tasting her on you,” and Jasper had to let go of Jace's hair to grab his balls, so he didn't shoot all over the other man's face.
He says the fucking hottest things.
“Please.” Jasper let go of Sarah and yanked Jace off his cock. He held the man's head up by his hair, and his own voice was thick with arousal and desperation. “I want more. Fuck me.” He goddamn nearly came again just saying it. “I need it.”
“Jesus.” Rising to his knees, Jace ran his open palm down his own stomach and circled his cock for a few slow pulls. “I love hearing you say that.” He let go of himself, clasped his hand around Jasper's forearm, and hauled him up from the bed. His focus dropped to Jasper's mouth, and he made a rumbling noise before dipping his head and slashing his lips across Jasper's for a fast, invasive kiss. Then he abruptly broke the kiss, turned Jasper away, and folded him over the stack of pillows.
Bent over with his ass poised in the air and his shoulders and cheek pressed into the bedding, Jasper shivered with vulnerability, and he automatically sought the safety of Sarah's gaze. She scooted in close to him again, put her hand on his cheek, and everything calmed inside him. Even when Jace ran his big, rough hands down his back to his bare ass, Jasper kept breathing and didn't jump.
Then Jasper felt Jace part his cheeks. Oh God. Warm air whispered along his crack and pucker, and even Sarah couldn't settle the flutter of fear and nerves that coursed through him in a shiver. A warm glob of wetness hit his bud, jolting awareness through him, but nothing in his existence could have prepared him for the shock that raced right up his chute when Jace put his mouth right on Jasper's asshole and sucked.
“Ohhh fuck.” Jasper dug his toes into the mattress and pushed his ass backward into the contact. “Yes…yes.” Jace suckled Jasper's ring harder and flicked it with his tongue, and Jasper moaned for more. The other man murmured something incoherent against Jasper's entrance, vibrating the sensitized area, and kicked everything up a notch. The pad of a finger joined Jace's mouth, pushing at the tiny muscle, but the nerves in the entire area screamed inside Jasper with such glee that not even the fear of penetration could kill his buzz.
Sarah lifted her head and openly stared at where Jace had his face tucked, his mouth creating magic. “It's hot to see him doing that to you and you loving it so much.” Her lips were as red as if she wore lipstick, and her eyes darkened to nearly black.
Jace's thumb or finger broke through Jasper's hole, taking just the very shallowest part of his passage, and Jasper barely noticed the flash of burn. The other man kept up the voracious sucking and licking, keeping all the nerve endings on Jasper's invaded ring happy as hell.
“Feels so good, Sarah. Ahhh yeah…” Jasper gasped as Jace removed his finger and poked his tongue in and out of Jasper's hole in its place. Jasper sank into the concentrated pleasure and dark passion of what Jace did to him and got just as lost in Sarah's lustful gaze. “Wanna watch him do it to you soon.” Jasper stuck his thumb in her mouth and spread saliva on her red-tinged lips. “Taste you there too.”
Growling, Jace bit the inside curve of Jasper's ass hard enough to sting and probably leave teeth marks. “Goddamn, you two.” He licked all the way up Jasper's crease and took another bite out of the small of his back. “Wanna see that.” He left a kiss over the bite, withdrew, and the sound of tearing ricocheted through the bedroom. A moment later, Jasper heard a click; then the shock of cool lubricant coated Jasper's pucker, tormenting his newly eager opening. “Fuck, I hope you can get used to this fast, because I can't hold off taking you much longer.” Jace pushed and slipped his slick finger right into Jasper's ass.
Jasper grunted as he took the first inches of Jace's finger, and he tried to breathe his way through the sensation to push him out. Jace sped everything up and forced another digit quickly inside. The burn of the thicker penetration, so much more than Sarah's smaller fingers in him last night, made it difficult to form words or swallow. Those fingers in Jasper's channel worked in and out, touching and lubing up every inch of his passage, and all his chute did was squeeze down on the invasion over and over again, tickling and burning and confusing him…and sending shots of zinging pleasure straight up into his spine. Jasper suddenly tilted his hips and bumped his ass into those big digits, and soon, Jace played right over the sweetest damn spot in his ass, and none of the burning heat in his rectum mattered anymore. Jasper's balls grew heavy, and his cock leaked into the pillows holding him up, and he just wanted more. He drew up on his hands and pushed back, seeking this new kind of mating.
Jace whistled and smacked his buttocks, sending heat to the area. “Oh yeah, there you go.” He ran that hand up Jasper's spine, into his hair, then drilled his other fingers in and out of Jasper's hole, always making sure to brush that crazy-sensitive bump in his chute with every slide. “Fuck, cowboy. You look so pretty begging for me back here.” Jace tagged Jasper again, pushing through inside to a deeper place that had Jasper keening with need. “Your sweet ass is crying for my cock.”
“Do it.” Jasper wanted it so badly that even his teeth ached. “Please fuck me.”
Jace's fingers slowed to a stop, and he released Jasper's hair. “You should feel one more fin—”
“No.” Jasper ignored the softness in Jace's voice. He could only concentrate and care about those fingers in his ass. “If I don't feel you takin' me over soon, I'm gonna lose my—Ahh!”
Jace whipped his digits out and plunged his cock in to take their place, and all the air sucked right out of Jasper's lungs. Jace immediately groaned and pushed in deeper, taking Jasper to the root and grinding there before pulling out and sinking in again.
Jasper knelt and hung his head low, taking the fucking from Jace, his body awash in heat and fiery cold. Jace's prick took over every inch of his ass, and each pull out and knife back in from the other man burned a fiery circle around Jasper's stretched entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut, so uncertain. His muscles shook from top to bottom, and he gave up trying to hold himself upright. He let his shoulders and face fall back to the bed, gasping as the new angle zapped the nerve endings in his ass in a new way, and the first strands of pleasure worked their way through the weirdness of having someone inside him. The deep, slow slide of Jace's erection along his passag
e shifted from a match striking flint to a warm, concentrated caress, and Jasper moaned through the returning desire. His dick lifted to full mast, and he opened his eyes to find Sarah waiting for him.
“Better?” she asked, wiping his sweat-drenched hair off his face.
“Uh-huh. Yeah.”
Jace swore and grabbed onto Jasper, snapping his hips with fast thrusts into Jasper's ass. “Sor—Ohhh…” A low moan took him over midword. “Sorry. Christ…so fucking tight.” He stopped with his cock tucked all the way inside Jasper and pulled Jasper's hair, jerking his head back. “Talk to me, cowboy.” The pain of restraint lived in Jace's eyes and the severe line of his mouth. “Tell me to stop.”
Jasper's entire body heaved with exertion and desire, and he couldn't look away from the burn in Jace's gaze. “Don't stop.” He squeezed all the muscles around and in his ass, desperate to keep Jace inside. Jace groaned and stroked him with another deep slide, and Jasper made an equally needful noise in return, clamping his eyes shut and finding the rhythm again. “Ohhh God, Jace…Jace.” Jasper pushed his cheek into the bed and spread his legs wider for the other man's cock. “Fuck me till I come.”
“Will…will…” Jace curled his hands around Jasper's hips and pulled him back to accept every deep piercing of his dick. “Won't stop.”
“Don't.” Panting into the tangled bedding, Jasper fought his way through the bizarre rawness and intimacy of another man fucking him. So deep and so hard and so goddamn good.
Jace suddenly sawed right over that concentrated knot of joy inside Jasper, an area he'd never known existed until last night.
“Ohhh fuck.” Jasper gritted his teeth and jammed himself back on Jace's taking, choking through the ball of fierce pleasure. “Nail me there.” His nuts pulled up, his cock ached with rigidity, and his entire body shrieked with the need to come. “Again.” He grunted as he took the pounding. “Again.”
Jace swore and fell onto Jasper, fucking him in the way he saw animals do. “So tight, man.” He reached under, held Jasper around the chest with one arm, and wrapped his fist around Jasper's cock with the other, jerking him off. “So hard.”
Jasper didn't know which of them he meant, but Sarah's moan and the buzz of what could only be the vibrator suddenly tickled Jasper's ears. He snapped his eyes open to the picture of Sarah, desire filling her gaze as she watched Jace fuck him. Her face glistened with moisture, her breathing was uneven, and she had a hand tucked at her mound with the tip of the vibrator between her closed legs.
“Put it in,” Jasper ordered, bringing her focus to him. He didn't know where the command in his voice came from, but he was in such a raw place and so close to coming that nothing felt wrong. “Put it inside you and let me see.”
She shifted, and Jasper could tell she had Jace's attention too. She spread her legs and poised the silver head of the toy at her pussy, looked at him first, and then lifted to Jace. Waiting, she watched Jace slowly pull out of Jasper's ass, making his passage quiver and him moan. As soon as Jace pushed back in with agonizing slowness, Sarah sank the vibe deep into her cunt.
Watching her find pace with Jace inside him, and feeling Jace's hand pull in full strokes over his cock, Jasper soon slipped to a place of no return. He pushed back blindly, eagerly grabbing for Jace's penis, and watched Sarah pleasure herself faster to keep up with him. “One more…” He reached back and grabbed Jace's leg, whimpering as his prick and ass tightened, anticipating coming. “Just one more.”
Jace plunged deep and pulled hard on Jasper's pained erection, and Jasper shouted loud enough to shake the rafters. He spewed into the bed with joy, his rectum clamped around Jace in a stranglehold, and that triggered a quick response in the man on top of him. Jace reared up and once again locked a hold on Jasper's hips. With one final drive deep into Jasper's ass, Jace let out a hoarse cry and succumbed to orgasm, dumping into the condom, still buried inside Jasper's ass. Sarah bit her lip, and her legs trembled as she held the vibrator deep in her pussy, letting the waves of power roll through her in the throes of release too.
Long minutes later, while they were all still shaking, Jace slowly withdrew from Jasper's body and disposed of the condom in the trash under Sarah's nightstand. He fell in between Jasper and Sarah and pressed a kiss to Jasper's cheek first. “You were incredible.”
Jace's pale eyes were open in a way Jasper had never seen before, and it drew him in to sharing another soft kiss.
“I might not sit my horse right tomorrow”—Jasper's butt felt tender and strange—“but I liked what you did to me.”
Jace turned onto his back and pulled Sarah close to him too. After pecking a kiss on her head, he said, “Give me a few minutes to recover, and I'll carry you each to the bath.”
Within five minutes, he was out like a light. Sarah and Jasper got up and cleaned themselves at the bathroom sink, then brought a couple of washcloths back into the bedroom and tended to Jace too.
The man never stirred once.
* * * *
Jace leaned against the youth-center wall and sipped his punch. Jasper braced his shoulder next to him in a similar stance, and they both had their eyes on the woman across the room.
Fuck. She looked amazing.
She had on a fitted white shirt that cuffed at the elbow, a dressy little pair of black shorts, and high-heeled sandals. He didn't know shit about clothes, but with her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail and a little bit of silver and turquoise jewelry, she somehow made the whole getup classy as hell.
Sexy too.
A little boy ran up to her and gave her a hug. Sarah hugged him back and stretched out her hand, presumably to the child's mother.
Jasper brought his cup up to his mouth and leaned in a little closer to Jace. “I know it ain't right, and believe me, I'm payin' attention to other things too, but you gotta admit she has the most amazin' legs you ever saw on a woman.”
Smiling, Jace nodded as he exchanged a glance with Jasper. “Killer legs.”
“Vegas-girl good.”
“The best.” Damn. Jace was having a hell of a lot of fun sharing this time with Jasper, trading looks and comments of pride about the woman they both knew so intimately now. Together. Damn again. Nobody ever told him life was supposed to feel this good. This right.
Jace watched Sarah point at a framed picture, laugh, and shake her head. “It's a crying shame she can't paint or draw to save her life,” he added. Jace knew she showed the parent her own work on the wall. She'd already shown it to Jace and Jasper, insisting the kids wanted it up there as part of the exhibit.
Jasper chuckled. “Yeah, she isn't too good.” He crumpled up his paper cup and tossed it into a trash can to his right, his gaze never leaving Sarah as he did it. “She knows it, though. She ain't foolin' herself or tryin' to fake it to any of the folks runnin' the center.”
“Wouldn't matter if she did.” Jace watched as a teenager with a “counselor” name tag came up and tapped her on the shoulder. “Have you noticed how many times Ty has come and traded whispers with her, and how the other volunteers check in with her as much as they do him? She's a freaking organizing machine, and if the sheriff isn't careful, his own son is going to steal away the sole reason our station runs without a hitch.”
A streak of blond hair attached to a male body entered the spacious room, caught Jace's full attention, and had him shoving his shoulder blades away from the wall. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Alexander Quick shook hands with Ty Boone. “Shit.” Jace zeroed in on another man, this one with black hair. That person ushered two adults and two kids into the youth center. “That bastard too?” Peter Robbins had a hand on the small of each adult's back. “With Ginger's family? What is he thinking?”
Looked like the sheriff wondered the same. He moved across the room with a sense of purpose and greeted Ginger's family as if they were his own. Then he drew Peter aside. Sarah separated from her kids for a moment, drifted to Ty's side, and leaned in to give Quick a hug. He pecked her cheek in ret
urn, and Jace growled.
Jasper straightened and locked in on the man too. “I still don't like that guy.”
“Me either. He's too”—Jace absorbed the millionaire's short blond hair, not a bit of it out of place, his starched shirt, dark jeans, and expensive leather shoes, and he vibrated with another noise—“perfect. Nobody can honestly be that perfect in real life.”
Sarah glanced up at them right then, and her stare narrowed, just a hair, but enough for Jace to wince and Jasper to mutter a curse. She moved to them quickly, her heels click click clicking on the tile floor.
“Stop glaring,” she whispered in a clipped voice. “The both of you. Alex is not only a nice guy, he's also a wealthy man. If his business works out in this community, he could become a very reliable contributor to the youth center.”
“Sorry,” Jace muttered.
Jasper took her hand and kissed it. “I apologize too. We're here for you. Whatever you want, you got.”
“Thank you.” She beamed as she looked around, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “It's going well. Don't you think?”
Peter Robbins joined their growing group before either man could answer. “Was that death stare for me, Deputy?” he asked in a pleasant voice.
“Hadn't gotten to you yet.”
“Jace.” Sarah implored him to behave with her eyes.
He gritted his teeth and added, “Hadn't gotten around to saying hello, I mean.”
“Right.” Skepticism coated Peter's answer. “Like I just told your boss, the Carltons' son has a painting displayed today, and as much as I know it hurts them terribly to be around people right now, their son is still here and deserves their support, no matter how painful it is for them to deal with the condolences of the public.” Peter turned his attention to the Carltons, and, for a moment, his gaze lingered on their haunted faces. Their son ran up to them and took the father's hand. Peter turned back to Sarah and stuck his hand out to her. “Miss Tennison, hello to you again. Danny told me you are one of his instructors here at the center.”
