Jace sat up on his elbow and glanced down at Andre’s slicked-up cock. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Tonight was about you. I can take care of things on my end.”
“And last I checked, I’m the one in fucking charge right now. Get on your hands and knees.”
“Jace. We agreed—”
“Don’t make me get your cuffs out.”
Andre hesitated, but only for a moment. He rolled over and got in position. Jace climbed into place behind him, his legs still shaky from his orgasm. He ran a hand along Andre’s spine from tailbone to the back of his neck, enjoying the slight tremor Andre’s muscles gave in response to his touch.
“I’m not going to betray your limit, Dre. But I’m also not going to let you get yourself off. Your orgasm is mine tonight.” Jace draped himself along Andre’s back and wrapped an arm around him to take Andre’s cock in his hand. He gave him a strong stroke, taking his time about it.
A soft curse passed Andre’s lips.
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.Author: Roni Loren
When Andre’s muscles went slack, Jace rolled them both to the other side of the bed. Neither of them said anything for the longest time. They simply lay there on their backs, breathing hard and absorbing the impact of what had happened.
“You okay?” Andre asked, finally breaking the heavy silence.
Jace kept his gaze on the ceiling. “Yeah, you?”
“That was great.” He paused, as if positioning his thoughts. “It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time.”
The sentence hung in the air, as if there were a second half to it. “But?”
Andre released a breath. “I miss her, man. I want this. But . . .”
Andre didn’t have to explain. Jace knew exactly what he meant. What was happening between the two of them was great, but if Evan wasn’t with them, would any of it ever feel truly complete?
Jace climbed out of bed, reality settling down on him like a wet blanket. “I know. Believe me. I know.”
Andre sat up on his elbows. “We can’t just let her go.”
Jace grabbed two fresh towels out of his laundry basket, tossing one to Andre. “She’s never going to want to be with me.”
“You don’t know tha—”