A tuft of hair fell in a loop on his forehead, and there was something so fucking sexy about it. I figured to get us through the meal, it’d be best to change the subject to chatting about the shoot the following day—the schedule, the itinerary, the various shots we’d arranged with the photographer.
“This is an easy one, but heads up, at the same time we’re going to have someone recording footage we can splice together and run on Hacksmore’s FB page. Teasing everyone about the big launch. But the videographer will ask you a few questions too. Just be yourself, and you’ll do fine. I’m hoping that will warm you up for when we do the commercial shoots next month. Although, if your Instagram reveal is any indication, I’m not too concerned about that. The whole gimmick is that you just need to be yourself, so…”
“I’m pretty good at that,” he said, obviously not having a clue what I was talking about since he’d lived his whole goddamn life that way.
“Sometimes people get nervous and weird because they’re trying too hard, but yeah, I’m not terribly worried about that with you. Just be ready for Carter and every PA to be sitting on the sidelines, taking in the view.”
Jace inspected my plate, still with half a piece of fried chicken on it. I’d had a few pieces, but I’d cut myself off.
“You gonna finish that?” he asked.
“I think I’m good on the chicken front. Have to at least be responsible with these calories. But it was amazing.”
“So…you mind if I have it?”
I laughed.
“What?”
“I’m used to models being on strict regimens before photoshoots, but go for it.”
He did just that, then pushed to his feet. “Want some ice cream? I got some Blue Bell Cookie Dough.”
“If you weren’t so goddamn likable, I’d hate your fucking guts.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“A bite. I’ll have a bite.”
He retrieved the ice cream and set two bowls with spoons in them between our chairs.
“I said a bite. Not a bowl.”
He fixed a bowl. “If you insist.”
He sat back down, taking the bowl and enjoying a bite. “Mmmm. Damn, that’s good.”
“Hey, I still want a bite.”
He dug into his ice cream and collected some in his spoon. Leaning toward me, he said, “Come and get it.”
I obeyed, and melted into the taste. “God, it’s been forever since I’ve had ice cream,” I confessed, closing my eyes to enjoy the experience.
When I opened my eyes again, Jace was leaning close to me, this cocked grin on his face. “I’ve been missing something too,” he said before grabbing the nape of my neck and drawing me in.
I didn’t resist.
I didn’t imagine Jace encountered resistance from those he reeled in.
His lips sealed against mine, and just like with the ice cream, I couldn’t truly understand how much I’d missed having his body close to mine until I had it once again.
For someone whose life was about putting out fires, he sure had a way of sending an explosive heat soaring through me, igniting this inferno that shot right through every nerve in my goddamn body and had my cock steadily expanding in my jeans, tightening against the fabric of my boxers.
The taste of vanilla and cookie dough lingered on his tongue, and I lapped it up as he took me by my arms and pulled me to my feet, then shoved me back against the wall.
We didn’t exchange any more words, and I just kissed him, the heat radiating through me intensifying in my face, ablaze with what Jace had the power to ignite within me. I moaned into his mouth, but he silenced it just as quickly as he kissed me again. There was something about messing around with Jace that made me lose track of everything, completely in tune with all my senses.
I gripped his sides and guided him back, and before I knew it, had him pressed up against the counter. He pulled and pushed, and soon I was back against it. There was this erotic tug-of-war happening between us as we each asserted dominance.
His confidence in the way he moved, in the way he shamelessly made out with me despite his lack of experience with a man, was so goddamned impressive.
Did everything about him have to be so fucking impressive?
Those abs.
That face.
Those eyes.
That attitude.
The way his tongue teased against mine.
The way he breathed out, the air rushing against my face in a way that had me on edge, needing so much more.
He slid his hand around my side and cupped my ass firmly in his grip.
What we had shared in London had been hot, but being in his arms again, it was like my body felt palpable relief knowing it was getting to savor the experience once again.
A bark caught my ear, surprising us both so much that we pulled away, our eyes darting down. Mac glanced between us, clearly totally thrown.
Jace’s body was still flush with mine, keeping me against the counter, his hand on my ass. He chuckled. “Not a fan of Dax getting all the attention, buddy?” He turned back to me. “Well, too bad.” He offered another kiss without hesitation or reservation, pushing up firmly against me. “I missed this…”
16
Jace
Missed it so fucking much.
Seeing him sitting there, enjoying that ice cream, his lips as kissable as ever…it was too much for me.
He slid his hand between us, rubbing against my crotch. I knew I was getting hard, but hadn’t realized just how much until he started stroking it.
“Who knew a man could feel this good?” I said, pulling my lips free just long enough to speak the words before kissing him again.
He smiled, adding between kisses, “I…had…a fairly…good idea.”
“Oh shit.” I pulled away and hurried to grab the ice cream and return it to the freezer.
Dax was leaning back against the counter when I finished, looking at me like I’d lost my goddamn mind, and said, “I’m sorry. I’m just admiring how adorable that was, and wondering how long it’s going to be before we take this show to the bedroom.”
“Oh, I make you dinner, and then you just want to mess around? What kind of manners are those?” I said in as facetious a tone as I could muster.
“Manners aren’t my strength.”
“I’m eager to find out what your strengths are,” I said as I rushed back to him.
“Have you always had this way about you?” he asked, interrupting my enjoyment of his mouth.
“Sexy as fuck?”
“I wasn’t talking about the arrogance, which is hot, by the way. No, just this blind confidence in yourself.”
“Why’s it blind?”
“You said you messed around with a guy once in college.”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“But you certainly don’t hesitate or have any concerns about making out with me.”
“I’ve made out with plenty of girls, so this, I know I’m good at.” I took his mouth again. Not that I needed to prove my point, but it was fun to. And the longer I kissed him, the more I remembered that damn, I missed that tongue…how he nipped at my lips…the way he was so fucking good at what he did too.
“Now, about…getting…to that bedroom,” he said between kisses.
“Sooner…the…better.” Despite saying that, I had to pry myself away from him.
Even then, looking at the pink of his lips in contrast to the dark scruff speckled across his face just had me wanting to get right back to it.
I checked on Mac, only to see him lying in his bed in the living room, eyeing us as though he wasn’t interested in interrupting us. “Come on,” I said, guiding Dax up the stairway to the second floor and the master bedroom. He glanced around as if assessing my place. Made me wonder what his place in LA looked like.
I flipped on the light to my room, relieved I’d made the bed before I left, but needing to pick up some clothes off the floor. “Sorry about the mess.”
/> “Mess? This is your idea of a mess? Your bed is fucking made, are you kidding me?”
“Nance was always big on making the bed. Said it was a good habit to make you feel productive right from the get-go.”
He entered the room, and I closed the door behind him to ensure Mac didn’t manage to slip in at an inopportune moment.
I’d hardly turned back around before Dax came at me again, pushing me against the door, lips crushing down on mine. His hands found their way to my fly, and as he undid my belt, I pulled my shirt off over my head.
When he was finished unfastening my fly, he yanked my pants down past my ass, allowing them to fall down my legs. I kicked out of my shoes as I started on the collar of his button-down. He untucked it quickly, working to remove the goddamn inconvenience, which was pissing me off.
“You had to wear a button-down?” I asked.
“This is what I typically wear. Dress for success and all.”
“Yeah, but in this case, success is being naked in my bed.”
He didn’t laugh, seemingly too preoccupied with trying to get himself as undressed as I needed him to be. After getting my shoes off, I kicked off my jeans and boxers. Dax had only made it as far as getting his pants down his legs, but fuck if I cared. Kneeling, I scooped his legs out from under him and tossed him on my bed.
With one brow raised, he gazed at me, seemingly impressed with my bold move the way he apparently was with how I took to all this. I crawled onto the bed, helping him remove his pants and boxers and tossing them behind me.
“Now for what I’ve really got a taste for,” I said, stooping down and licking up his hard girth.
I hadn’t had enough time the last time we saw each other, but the lick brought back that delicious taste that was all Dax.
He stretched out across the bed, lying back as he ran his hand over his face and groaned.
I gripped his shaft and raised it, his cock pulsing in my grasp.
I hesitated.
I’d enjoyed the head and a little bit of the shaft in London, but it seemed like a lot to take the whole thing in my mouth. Was I really thinking about sucking a dick? Of course, for the past few weeks, all I’d been thinking about was how I’d wasted my chance the last time.
“Jace, it’s not a race,” Dax told me.
I glanced up to see him looking down at me. Maybe he could see my reluctance.
“Worst case is I suck at it.”
“No, best case is the sucking bit,” Dax teased, which eased me right up.
Opening my mouth, I slid the head in as I had the time before. I took it slow, and Dax set his hand on my head, his thumb stroking gently, like he wanted to offer me that assurance.
I didn’t know how to suck a dick, no, but I knew what I liked when I was getting head.
I eased my way into the experience, using my hand to jerk on Dax’s dick as I inched my mouth down farther and farther with each pump. Then I pulled my mouth off it and inspected Dax—his eyes closed, his mouth hanging open as he moaned.
“That okay?” I asked, still working my hand.
He glanced down, looking confused as hell. “Cocktease, get down there and keep doing what you were doing.”
I just needed to relax. He was clearly having a good time, and I was surprised how much I was enjoying having his girth in my mouth, so I went for it again, still easing my way into it, exploring the dynamic of finding my pace and relaxing into the strange but hot feeling of having Dax’s cock filling my mouth. When I started feeling ambitious, I let it touch the back of my throat.
“I love the feeling of you deep throating me,” he murmured, and I could hear the satisfaction in his tone.
I pulled his cock out and inhaled deeply.
Dax looked down at me again. “Were you holding your breath?”
“Um…” I blushed, and Dax smirked.
“Aww, that’s adorable. You can breathe through your nose, though.”
I guessed I was just so focused on sucking that I’d forgotten something as simple as to fucking breathe, but with him teasing me, I was more determined than ever to impress him with my newbie work. I went at it again, taking him back into my mouth, which shut him up real quick as he lay back and enjoyed himself.
A few moments later, I pulled it out of my mouth and pushed my face up against his crotch, taking a whiff of him before kissing and licking up his body, crawling up him as I licked and nipped at his flesh. As I reached his abs, I bit softly at one of the thick muscles near his navel.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but like making out with him, he stirred this primal energy within me. Whatever chemistry we shared made me feel like a goddamn animal, and as I kissed to his chest, I felt compelled to lick his nipple.
“Oh my fucking God, Jace,” he said as his hand gripped my nape.
I encircled his nipple with my tongue before taking it into my mouth and sucking gently while flicking my tongue across it.
The way he moaned pulled my attention from his nipple, and I kissed him again. It was difficult to choose where to focus my attention—his cock, his nipples, his lips…I wanted it all in a moment. Every fucking part of his body was making me unbearably hard, the pressure so intense, it clearly hadn’t even mattered that I’d jerked off that morning before heading out.
I pressed my hip against him, my legs straddling his right leg, my hard girth up against him, and I slid my arms under his and pulled him as tight against me as I could manage.
With that imposing strength of his, he pushed against me, rolling me onto my back, thrusting his cock against me as we continued sharing as many tongue-filled kisses as we could manage, as though we were in some sort of game of chicken to see who would want to stop kissing first, but neither of us seemed all that interested in being the loser of the match.
As I enjoyed the sensation of his hard shaft sliding against my skin and mine against his, my hand gravitated right back to his ass, cupping his firm cheek. I wondered what it would feel like… Would it be different to be inside a man instead of a woman? Would I even like it? Of course, I figured if I enjoyed so much what we were doing, that would be just as good, but I was curious about the experience.
“Look who’s thinking he’s going to get to top this,” Dax said, pulling away before rubbing the tip of his nose against mine.
“No?”
“I’m not into bottoming, and considering this is the first time you’re really messing around with a guy, I can’t imagine you want to jump right to that.”
“I think that might be a little much to go for straight away.”
“Nothing straight about any of this.”
“Well, I’m not going to lie and pretend I’m not curious about what it would be like to top you,” I confessed.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”
He winced before smirking, and as much as the last thing on my mind was letting this guy up in me, there was something alluring about the idea of being dominated by Dax, just letting him have his way with me.
“Hmmm…well, what should we do about this?” I asked.
“Well, there are plenty of ways for a top and a top-curious guy to get off.” He continued rubbing his girth against me. “Like this feels nice. What do you think?”
“Mmm…yeah, feels pretty damn good to me.”
He leaned down and kissed me again.
I cupped one of his ass cheeks in my hand, and something about knowing I wasn’t going to get it in there just made it all the more appealing, the thought of being inside him, claiming that hole… Damn, that turned me on, had me leaking all over myself.
He kissed my neck and crawled down my body, taking the opposite route I’d taken up to him, until he was at my balls. I grabbed my cock and jerked it while he slid his arms under my thighs and pulled me right to his face, licking in a frenzy.
“Damn, you’re good at that,” I admitted, giving him props where he deserved them.
It only encouraged him to work even more d
iligently, his tongue flicking away, then sliding beneath my balls.
“Fuck,” I muttered, jerking even harder, feeling that pressure swelling within me…that need for release. “You keep up like that, and I’m gonna shoot.”
“You mind if I play with your hole a little?” he asked. “Just with my fingers.”
“Please do.”
I had to admit I was intrigued by the whole idea now, and as he pressed his forefinger and middle finger against my asshole, the sensation it stirred had me shooting, but just as I started, Dax lurched up and slid his mouth over the head of my dick. I pulled my hands away and let him take charge, grasping my shaft as he moved his head up and down, lapping up every last drop.
“Goddammit, I’m getting sensitive,” I warned him, and he pulled off it, getting up on his knees as he continued jerking himself off.
“Did you like it a little bit?” he asked, smiling. “My fingers on your hole?”
“It was hot.”
He closed his eyes at that and sprayed on me again, the way he had in London, that cum a fucking geyser across me, like he was marking me with his load.
And I wanted it all.
Something about wearing him excited me, and I rubbed the warm cum against my abs and chest, massaging it into my skin.
“Mmmm…” He opened his eyes and collapsed onto me, lips slamming on mine as he pressed against me, his body continuing to spread his cum across me as I rolled on top of him.
His kisses were my companion through the afterglow.
Covered in him, having my cum inside him… God, it made me feel so dirty and wrong…
And totally satisfied.
17
Dax
We’d finally managed to pull away from each other’s lips, and we just lay in bed, on our backs, beside one another, coming down from the good time we’d enjoyed together. Normally, I just wanted my cock buried in a hole, and even though there was this part of me itching to get up in Jace, I was satisfied with what we’d shared tonight.
“This is a nice perk of signing with your PR firm,” Jace said, which made me laugh.
“I told you we offered a good package.”
“A real good package,” he said, rolling over and grabbing my junk. He played with it for a moment, and a little more cum slid out. “Oh, lookie there.” He slid his finger across it, then shoved it into his mouth. “Little snack.”
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