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Chapter Five

Riley

N ow I’d started kissing Jace, I wanted to do it all the damn time. It scratched an itch in my brain, that I hadn’t even realised was there, and soothed a small part of my soul that had been crying out for human contact.

I hadn’t realised how lonely I was until I’d met him, because I’d always assumed that being in the bakery gave me the socialisation I needed. God, I sounded like a fucking stray cat who hung around the bins in the hope of getting scraps. But I couldn’t say it wasn’t true.

Ever since I’d started talking to Jace, I felt brighter… better… like maybe there was more to my life than work. Because, while I loved Toasty, it probably wasn’t healthy for me to pour every single gram of myself into it until I was more bread than man.

“What are you doing after work?” Jace asked about a week after I’d dragged him in out of the pouring rain, made him some tea, and given him a seat at the back of the kitchen so he could dry off while I worked. He was back again, only this time on the right side of the counter picking up his favourite croissants and a buttered oat loaf, and my heart had leapt as soon as I’d seen him through the window. It was an odd feeling, but one I was getting used to.

“Nothing, why?” I asked as I handed him the paper bag with his croissants in.

“Come over? We can hang out for a bit, maybe have some lunch? I have some decent bread in.”

“Sure. Sounds fun,” I said, wishing I could lean across the counter to kiss him. Everyone was used to us chatting now, but I didn’t want to draw any more attention to our conversation than necessary. They didn’t need to know Jace had invited me to his place. And they definitely didn’t need to know it was the first time. I’d have to spend the rest of the morning thinking about boring shit like taxes and stock before my face gave me away and Charley pounced.

“Perfect.” He grinned brightly and, fuck my life, I’d never seen anything more beautiful. “I’ll see you later.”

I watched him leave and went back to work knowing I was going to be distracted for the rest of the morning. It was worth it though, even if everything did take me twice as long.

Three and a half hours later, I found myself standing outside Jace’s flat with a bag of cookies in hand, wondering if I should have gone home to shower first. That probably would have been a better plan, especially since I was sure I smelled like flour and yeast and dried garlic, because I’d accidentally dumped it all over my hands while trying to sprinkle it into one of the mixers.

Fuck my life, Jace was never going to want to shag me now. Who wanted to fuck someone who smelt like Dracula’s worst nightmare?

I was still debating whether I should go home and come back again when the door swung open to reveal a soft-looking, smiling Jace. His hair was sticking out at odd angles, and I wasn’t sure if it was natural from where it was growing out or if he’d been running his hands through it, but the wildness suited him. He was wearing a faded, dark-green jumper with washed out text across the chest, a pair of loose black joggers that sat low on his hips, and some tartan slippers.

“Hey,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. “Sorry, fuck, I meant to get changed but I got sucked into work and?—”

“You look great,” I said, as I stepped close to him and drew him into a kiss before holding out the bag of cookies. “Here, I thought you might like a couple of these.”

“You are the best.” He took them and glanced inside the bag, his smile broadening. “These look amazing.”

“You’re welcome.”

He leant in for another kiss then seemed to realise we were still stood in the doorway. “Fuck, I should actually invite you in.” He stepped back. “Come in.”

“Thanks,” I said as I entered and kicked off my trainers. “Er, I will say, I’ve come straight from work. I probably should’ve gone home and showered, especially since I got garlic all over my hands.”

He chuckled. “Well luckily I really like garlic. But if you want, you can shower here and borrow some clothes.” He looked me up and down. I was a couple of inches taller than him, and maybe a little broader but the difference wasn’t huge.

I smiled as he shut the door behind us. “You know, if you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

“I thought inviting you here was doing that,” he said. “But if you need me to be clearer… I want you to see you naked. And I want us to fuck.”

“Sounds fucking perfect,” I said, closing the gap between us and kissing him deeply, heat bubbling in the bottom of my stomach. “But I am going to shower first, because I don’t want to send you running when you smell me.”

He snorted. “You’re really selling having sex with you.”

“I could’ve gone home and come back.”

“I’m teasing.”

“I know.”

He kissed me and nipped my bottom lip. “You need to shower right now.”

“Show me your bathroom then.”

He stepped back and gestured at me to follow him. His bathroom was pretty small—the sort where I could’ve sat on the toilet, put my feet in the bath, and brushed my teeth at the same time—but it was clean, and he dug a large towel out of the airing cupboard next to the door. “Use whatever you want,” he said as he handed me the towel. “And my room is just next door.”

“I’ll join you in a minute then. Do you have any preferences?”

“I switch, but today, I really want to get pounded. Does that work for you?”

“Sure does, sweetheart.” I kissed him, my cock hardening in my jeans at the idea of splitting him open. I was desperate to know what he sounded like when he came. It was something that had occupied my thoughts for a while, and I needed to know if my dreams compared with reality.

“Good.” He smirked. “Don’t be long, or I might have to start without you.”

A teasing smile played across my lips as I pushed him towards the door. “You can if you want. Then I can just slide straight inside you.”

He groaned and I swallowed a chuckle as I shut the door, quickly shucking off my clothes and turning the shower on. It warmed up quickly, so I was able to get in and scrub myself clean with some of Jace’s bodywash in only a few minutes. My cock was hard and heavy between my legs, and the temptation to stroke myself was strong. But there was a gorgeous man waiting for me next door, and I wasn’t going to keep him in suspense any longer.

I grabbed the towel and roughly dried myself, not caring if I was still a bit damp around the edges. I debated whether to keep the towel around my waist or walk into Jace’s room naked, but he’d already made what he wanted clear so I hung the towel over the rack, left my clothes in a pile, and opened the door.

Jace’s door was wide open, and I stopped in the middle of it, groaning under my breath as I drank in the sight in front of me. The room was softly lit from two lamps, the window covered with blackout blinds, and Jace was stretched out naked in the middle of a large bed, propped up on a pile of pillows with a bottle of lube and a box of condoms on the sheets beside him, and two fingers deep inside his hole.

“Fuck me,” I muttered softly as I tried to take in every detail. He was so bloody gorgeous—his body broader than his clothes had made it appear, his chest and legs covered in dark hair, and his thick cock lying across his hip.

“No,” he said with a little gasp. “Fuck me .”

“I’m not going to say no to that.” I pushed the door shut and closed the gap to the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight as I climbed onto it. On another day, I’d have taken my time and opened him up slowly, leisurely exploring his body as I begun to figure out what turned him on.

But that could wait for later.

It was clear neither of us had the patience for that.

Up until now, our connection… relationship… whatever this was… had moved at a careful, leisurely pace, the two of us figuring out how we fitted into each other’s busy lives and unusual schedules. And now the simmering tension that had been building between us had exploded like a dormant volcano, and all thoughts of going slowly had vanished in a puff of smoke.

“Look so fucking good,” I said as I blanketed Jace with my body, my hands on either side of his shoulders as I leant down to kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He radiated heat underneath me as he hooked a leg around my thigh, pulling me closer. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” He moaned, sliding his hand out from between us to wrap his arms around my neck. “So are you. I knew you would be but, fuck.” He kissed me hard. “I need you inside me.”

“Let me get a condom,” I said, pulling back and sitting on my heels, trying to reach for the box without looking because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. In the end, I had to because it was taking too damn long to find the box, and I realised I’d been trying to grab them from completely the wrong place.

Jace didn’t seem to have noticed though. He was too busy staring at me with wide eyes brimming with lust, his fingers leisurely stroking his cock as he watched me. “You have a really nice dick,” he said as I ripped a foil packet open and pulled out a condom. “It’s going to feel so fucking perfect. Fuck!”

“Been a while?” I asked teasingly as I rolled the condom on.

“You have no idea.” He grinned, but there was a soft flush on his cheeks that turned me on in ways I’d never imagined.

“Don’t worry, you’re not alone.”

“How are men not falling over themselves to get you?”

“Helps if you actually talk to people,” I muttered, grabbing the lube and squirting some onto my fingers. I slowly spread it over my shaft, before reaching between his thick thighs to gently add more to his hole.

“Good thing—ah—you’ve got creepy weirdos turning up to stare at you through the window while you work then,” he said with a breathless laugh, as I carefully pressed two fingers into him.

“Good thing indeed.”

I pulled my fingers out of him and grabbed his thighs, lifting his legs up and pressing them over his body, showing off his perfect arse. I could see his face between his knees as I dragged him towards me and lined up my cock, groaning as I slowly pushed inside him. Jace cursed and moaned, mouth falling open as I filled him and his hands coming up to grip the backs of his knees as I pressed gently on his thighs.

“Oh fuck! Just like that,” he said. “Fuck, your cock is perfect.”

“Yeah? So is your arse, sweetheart.”

He looked like he was about to say something else, but then I rolled my hips and all that came out of his mouth was the sweetest, neediest moan I’d ever heard. I smirked as I did it again, slowly picking up the pace until I was fucking him deep and hard. “How’s that?” I asked. “Feel good?”

“D-Do you even have to ask?” Jace asked breathlessly. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, I do.” I adjusted my position slightly, wanting my cock to hit his sweet spot with every thrust. And I wasn’t convinced I’d hit it yet. Until I moved again and Jace cried out. “Want to make sure I’m getting it right. You deserve to feel good.”

“Don’t stop! Please… just like that. Oh God!”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear, and I wasn’t planning on changing a damn thing. I wanted to make him come and memorise the look on his face so I could relive it again and again.

Need rushed through me as I fucked him, pleasure filling every inch of me as I thrust into his tight arse again and again, nailing his prostate with every stroke. I could feel my orgasm already rushing towards me, my balls tightening and my cock hardening inside him. I shifted my weight so I could lift one hand off Jace’s thigh and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He let go of his leg to put his hand on top of mine, showing me exactly how to stroke his cock as I fucked him.

“Oh fuck, Riley. Just like that… don’t fucking stop. Fuck… I… shit, like that…” His face was a gorgeous picture of pleasure and it pushed me even closer to the edge. “I… yes! I’m gonna come!”

He gasped out a moan as his cock pulsed in my hand, cum painting my fingers and splattering across his stomach as his arse tightened around me, squeezing and milking my dick. And fuck, I couldn’t last any longer. Pleasure coursed through me, with an intensity that made stars burst behind my eyes as I filled the condom.

My chest heaved as I slowly let go of Jace and lowered his legs around me before leaning down to kiss him softly. My cock was still buried inside him but I was in no rush to move.

“Was that what you wanted?” I asked, my lips virtually pressed against his.

“Mmm, yes. And so much more.” He sighed and kissed me. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

I chuckled. “Well, I don’t need to go to bed for another six hours.”

“Good, but I need some food first.” He grinned. “How do you feel about some cookies? Then maybe some lunch? I happen to have some very good bread.”

“And it happen to have it on good authority it makes great sandwiches. And really good toast.”

“Ooh, cheese toasties? And some soup.”

I kissed him again. “Sounds good. But maybe we should…” I went to pull back but Jace hooked his leg around me, looking up at me with a soft, pleading expression.

“One more kiss first. Please?”

And when he looked at me like that, how could I resist?