Page 24 of When Ben Loved Jace

“Next time,” I promise him. And I mean it, because most of the doors Tim opened had to be lockpicked by me first. I don’t intend to put Jace through the same experience. I want better for him. And more in general, which is why I begin bouncing up and down on the bed again.

He takes the hint and laughs. “Flying always makes me feel grungy,” he says. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”

“Cleanliness is next to godliness.”

And I intend to worship devoutly while on my knees.

I ask if he wants any help, and when he declines, I hook him up with a fresh towel and warn him that the hot and cold water knobs are reversed. Then I leave him to it, straightening up little messes around the apartment that embarrassed me while I gave him the tour. I’m attempting to fluff the pillows on our threadbare couch when the bathroom door opens with a puff of steam.

First I stare. Then I laugh, because he’s wearing nothing but a white bathrobe covered in a pattern of tiny tulips.

“I forgot my rollaboard in the car,” Jace says sheepishly.

“Your what?”

“The carry-on luggage that flight crews always have with them. I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your robe.”

“I wouldn’t… if I owned one. That belongs to Allison.”

“Oh! That explains a few things.”

Like how it’s so small on him that it barely provides enough cover. The portion beneath his waist resembles a mini-skirt. Which makes me even more desperate to see beneath it.

“Listen,” I say, forcing my eyes back up to his face. “I know we talked about taking things slow. And if you need more time, that’s totally cool. For real. But just so you know—”

“Ben?”

“Yeah?”

“Lock the door.”

“I already did,” I say, rushing over to meet him.

Our mouths are ravenous when they meet. I can’t stop kissing him. Not yet. I feel his hand grab my wrist before something is placed in my palm. When I look down in confusion, I laugh again, because it's the belt of the robe. All I have to do is tug!

I take a step back while doing so. The fabric flutters open. His swelling cock is beautiful and long, just like the rest of him. Pubic hair a darker shade of blond is neatly trimmed, which only draws more attention to the rest, which I lovingly caress. I fill my hand with him, feeling the heft before I drop to my knees, needing to express my adoration. I bury my nose in his bush and inhale before sliding my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. I’m shameless, which he sure seems to appreciate, especially when I take him into my mouth, but I don’t make it all the way down. I can’t fit it all the way in! And believe me, I’ve had practice. I suck hard while pulling back until the purple head reveals itself with a satisfying pop. Then I look up and smile.

“Worth waiting for?” Jace asks with half-lidded eyes as he shrugs off the robe.

“Oh yeah,” I say. “But now that the genie is out of the bottle, don’t think you can put it back in again easily. I’m already obsessed.”

“Fine by me,” he says, thwapping my face gently before pressing the head against my lips.

I gleefully engulf his cock, making him moan with each bob of my head. If he wants to finish like this, it’s cool with me. Aslong as this isn’t the last time. I’m going to be all over him any chance I get!

He pulls out of my mouth and bends over, lifting me up by the armpits. Then he begins to undress me. I’m biting down on my bottom lip while he does. When he gets my shirt off and licks a nipple, I start undoing my pants for him. He slides one of his big hands in my underwear, his palm warm and soft against my dick. I begin to grind against it. Jace moves to the couch and sits down, his cock waving back and forth like a charmed snake. I’m certainly mesmerized!

“Take off your pants,” he commands.

I do so, and when he pats the couch on either side of him, I place my knees there. His eyes move over me appraisingly before he pulls me close so I can fuck his mouth, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks and encouraging me to thrust harder. I feel myself getting way too close and am about to warn him when he pushes me over. I’m forced to brace myself on the arm of the couch as he shifts behind me. I’m not sure what he intends until I feel his tongue on my sphincter, my entire body going rigid with shock before I give in to pleasure and moan. Jace reaches between my legs while rimming me and starts milking me like a cow.

“Huh-uh!” I whimper while squirming.

He backs off and is wearing a questioning expression when I turn around.

“I don’t wanna come yet.”

“Oh.” He smiles. Then he leans back, stretching out on the couch, one of his long legs bent, the other reaching the floor. As for what’s between them… I swear, just looking at his beautiful cock is enough to make my mouth water. “You better find something else to do with yourself then,” he suggests.