“True.”
“Then give me this,” Jase repeated, snaking his hand down between their bodies and curling his fingers around Leyton’s cock. Before he could stroke him, Leyton’s hand gripped Jase’s wrist, pulling his arm back, forcing him to release him.
In the next instant, Leyton was moving down his body, his warm breath sliding over his skin, making his dick throb. And when Leyton’s lips wrapped around the sensitive head, Jase’s body bowed up off the bed, forcing his dick deeper into Leyton’s mouth.
“Fuck yes,” Jase groaned. “Suck me.”
Leyton didn’t hesitate, driving Jase mad with the firm suction of his mouth. God, he’d dreamed about this moment, fantasized about it numerous times, but this was so much better. Still, he didn’t want to come. Not yet. And if Leyton kept that up, Jase knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“Don’t … wanna … come,” Jase muttered, his hips driving forward as he fucked Leyton’s mouth. “So … fucking good.”
Sliding his hand into Leyton’s hair, he tugged. Hard. He’d waited so damn long for this he feared he wouldn’t be able to stop his release, no matter how much he wanted to. Luckily, Leyton released him from the warmth of his mouth, then slid back up Jase’s body.
Leyton’s hand gripped Jase’s hair as he stared down at him. “Contrary to popular belief, control isn’t somethin’ I’m willin’ to give up.”
Jase smirked. He’d always known that Leyton wasn’t the submissive type despite the docile position he’d put himself in where their games were concerned. It didn’t bother Jase one bit that Leyton wanted to be in control. He couldn’t necessarily blame the guy.
“So does that mean instead of begging for my cock, you’re gonna order me to give it to you?”
Leyton leaned down and bit Jase’s bottom lip. Hard. “It means I’m gonna fuck your ass, and you’re gonna beg me to let you come.”
Heat coiled and unfurled inside him, churning as his dick throbbed, desperate for what Leyton was offering. “If you’re man enough to take it,” Jase dared.
Before he could prepare for Leyton’s reaction, Jase found himself flipped over onto his stomach, Leyton’s thick thigh planted between his legs, his rough jaw abrading the skin on his shoulder as Leyton’s mouth hovered close to his ear. “I’m definitely man enough,” Leyton confirmed. “Are you?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
A rumble erupted in his chest as Leyton’s lips trailed over his shoulders, his neck. He was rough, nipping the skin as his hand glided down over his ass, the back of his thigh. Jase’s fantasies had nothing on this. Leyton’s touch was firm, confident. Eager.
“More,” Jase pleaded, lifting his head and looking back at Leyton. “I need to feel you.”
Leyton glanced around, and Jase knew what he was looking for.
“Lube and condoms in the drawer.”
Leyton’s weight disappeared briefly. A drawer opened, shut. Then another. Finally, Leyton returned, but he surprised Jase by instructing him to turn over once more.
Rolling onto his back, he peered up at Leyton, the light slipping into the room from the bathroom giving him the ability to see every rigid feature, every nuance of his expression. Leyton’s body came down atop his, and Jase reached for him, enjoying the fuck out of the skin-to-skin contact. They touched from knee to chest, their dicks brushing against one another. Warm, scarred skin covering hard muscle met his fingers, just as Jase had imagined.
Jase had never seen Leyton naked, never even seen him without a shirt, but he’d heard the rumors, knew about Leyton’s abusive father, the scars that marred his body. As his fingers trailed over his skin, Jase suddenly wanted to kill the bastard who’d hurt Leyton, soothed only by the fact that Max had had the pleasure of doing it already.
“What about Ashlynn?” Leyton asked, his green eyes intense as they stared back at Jase.
“She’s sleeping.”
“Will she be upset?”
“Only that she couldn’t watch,” Jase admitted, keeping his voice low. “Trust me when I tell you, she’s known this was gonna happen.”
Leyton nodded, but Jase wasn’t sure he completely understood. They’d made him aware that he was part of their fantasies—hell, he’d overheard them talking about it—but still he wasn’t sure Leyton knew what that meant.
He didn’t doubt that Leyton was trying to come up with an excuse. He’d already convinced himself he couldn’t have Ashlynn, but she wasn’t here. Not this time. But Jase was.
“Just me and you right now,” Jase told him. “Give me this.”
Running his hand up Leyton’s naked back, Jase’s fingers met rigid, puckered skin, and he knew those scars weren’t only skin deep. Not that it made a bit of difference to him. Jase wanted him, scars and all.
Jase pulled Leyton’s head down until their lips touched again, and this time, he took what Leyton was offering, continuing to run his hands over Leyton’s hard body while Leyton stroked Jase’s dick once more. The kiss went nuclear within seconds, their bodies writhing against one another until Jase couldn’t take much more. Breaking the kiss, he turned over onto his stomach.
“Fuck me,” he urged Leyton.
“When I’m ready,” Leyton growled back, his lips resting against the back of Jase’s neck.
Gripping the sheets beneath his hands, Jase closed his eyes as Leyton’s lips traced over his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, making his cock throb painfully. Unlike Ashlynn, Leyton’s mouth was rough, the beard growth on his jaw scraping his skin as he ventured down Jase’s back. His movements were confident and self-assured as he drove Jase crazy with his lips and tongue.
Jase’s hands fisted in the sheets when Leyton’s weight shifted, his hands kneading Jase’s ass. He fully expected Leyton to slam home without preamble, but he soon learned that was not Leyton’s intention. In fact, Leyton seemed determined to drive him absolutely fucking crazy with need. Leyton’s tongue trailed over his cheeks, nipping him, teasing him until Jase was up on his knees, spreading his legs and giving Leyton better access. He wanted to feel Leyton’s tongue there.
Unfortunately, they weren’t on the same page, but still… “Fuck yes,” Jase growled when Leyton’s finger dipped inside, fucking him slowly. “Oh, fucking hell.”
While Leyton teased and tormented the sensitive flesh with one spit-slick finger, he kept a firm grip on Jase’s dick, stroking leisurely while Jase rocked back against the intruding digit and forward into the hand gripping him.
When Leyton released Jase’s dick, he wanted to groan, but the sound was cut off when Leyton speared him with his finger, fucking him roughly while gripping his hip with his other hand, strong fingers digging into his flesh.
“Damn,” Jase growled. It’d been a long damn time since he’d been with a man. And most of the men he’d ever been with preferred to be on the receiving end. This… Holy fuck. This was heaven and hell combined, so much pleasure but not nearly enough.
“Lube,” Leyton said, and Jase realized he was ordering him to find it.
Sliding his hand around the bed, he finally found the tube. Without waiting for more instruction, he flipped open the cap.
“I only need a little,” Leyton told him.
Jase wanted to argue, but he didn’t. When he felt Leyton’s hand near his, he squeezed the tube and then dropped it once Leyton pressed two greasy fingers into his ass.
“Oh, God, yes,” Jase cried out, the pleasure more than he could bear. It’d been too long. He needed this more than he needed anything else. He needed to feel Leyton, to have Leyton take what he needed from his body.
“You like that?” Leyton asked, his face once again beside Jase’s. “You like being fucked in the ass?”
Jase groaned when Leyton added two fingers.
“Tell me,” Leyton commanded.
“By you,” he admitted, “yes. I need more. It’s not enough.”
“It will be,” Leyton told him, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Turn over on your back.”
Jase rolled, but Leyton didn’t dislodge his fingers from his ass, so he had to lift his leg, not wanting him to stop. Lying on his back, Jase stared up at Leyton, wondering what he wanted. The man’s green eyes glittered with passion, something he supposed Leyton had been holding back for a long damn time.