Jace’s own cock nestled against Andre’s backside and stirred to awareness even though he’d been fully sated a minute before. “It’s a good thing you set your limit early, my friend. ’Cause right now, I’m real tempted to lose my last vestige of virginity.”
Andre rocked against him, rubbing himself against Jace’s shaft. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to. I won’t turn you down next time.”
Jace twisted his hand a bit, gripping and stroking Andre firmly enough to remind him it wasn’t a chick jerking him off. “You want to come, Dre?”
“Fuck yes,” he said between gritted teeth.
Jace slowed his stroke to what he knew to be a tortuous speed. “Ask me nicely.”
“Cocky bastard.”
Jace bit the back of Andre’s shoulder and sucked, tasting the salty sheen glazing Andre’s skin. Andre groaned and his cock seemed to swell in Jace’s fist.
“That wasn’t very nice, sub.”
Andre’s head lolled forward between his shoulders, the muscles in his back as tight as bowstrings. “Please, J. Let me come.”
“That’s better. Go ahead.” Jace increased the pace and rubbed his own cock against Andre’s ass.
Andre bowed up and with a shout, spurted onto Jace’s fingers and the sheets below.r: Roni Loren
Jace grinned. Tomorrow he would deal with the shit that had descended over his life. Deal with the crushing news he’d discovered. But tonight . . . Tonight he needed to lose himself in something good. “You know, it’s a rare day when I can say I’ve never done this before.”
Andre’s gaze skated down the length of Jace, making Jace acutely aware of exactly how much things had changed between them. The look was assessing, appreciative, ravenous. How long had Andre been hiding such blatant desire?
All the blood in Jace’s body charged southward. Clearly, his cock didn’t care that the person standing before him was male instead of female.
Andre moved closer. “How ’bout tonight I just show you how good of a switch I am?”
Jace lifted a brow.
“I won’t let you rush into this. Things are crazy in your life right now. When you fuck me for the first time, I want you to be damn sure you’re ready for that, and that it’s not because you’re looking for some escape.”
“Dre—”
“That’s my limit for tonight,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I want you. Fuck, do I want you. But that’s not on the table yet.”
Jace nodded, knowing Andre was right. It wasn’t fair to cross that big of a boundary when his brain had been blended tonight. “So what do you propose we do, sub?”
Andre’s eyes flared with heat and anticipation at the term. “Let me make you feel good.”
Blood pounded through Jace’s veins, pulsing at his temples and moving lower. They were really going to take this leap. No going back. Jace wet his lips, letting his dominant instincts fill the spaces nerves were trying to edge into. He may have never done this before, but he knew how to be in charge. “Are you going to make me take off these jeans myself?”
Andre glanced down the stretch of Jace’s torso to the open button at his waistband, then back up to his face. “You really want this?”
“Questioning me already, sub?” Jace hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “Find out if I want this.”
Andre, never one to back away from a challenge, moved closer and slipped his fingers in Jace’s waistband, finding the zipper and pulling it down. His hand closed around Jace’s already hard cock, the thin cotton of his boxers the only barrier.
Jace’s body tightened beneath the firm grip. Andre had touched him this way before, but somehow the change in dynamic, the intensity vibrating between them, made it feel like it was the first time. He’d always kept Andre at a distance even in the bedroom. Part of that had been because he’d wanted to keep their friendship boundaries in place, but the other part was that he’d always thought Andre to be one hundred percent dominant. Being in the submissive role was never a comfortable place for Jace so starting up something with another dom would’ve been an exercise in frustration.
Andre stroked Jace’s length, and Jace laid a hand on his shoulder to steady himself. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a switch?”
“Because it was easier with you thinking I was only a dominant. I didn’t want there to be any weirdness.”
“Take off your shirt,” Jace ordered.
Andre complied without hesitation, tossing his shirt to the floor. Jace gave him a long hard look and flicked his nipple ring—hard—eliciting a sharp hiss from him. “I should’ve fucking suspected. You’ve got masochist written all over you.”