Gavin seemed to get it, though. He left a trail of wet kisses from Jace’s mouth down to his ear, then whispered, “Tell me what you want, Jace.”
“Everything.” The high-pitched plea made him sound like a whiny brat, and maybe he was when it came to sex. He wanted it so badly, and he wasn’t going to ruin this opportunity. School kept him too damned busy to seek out a partner he could trust, and even though he’d known Gavin for a grand total of eight hours, he trusted him. Jace couldn’t explain why, but he trusted him.
“That’s a tall order for tonight,” Gavin replied, his voice husky. “How about we start small?” His right hand cupped Jace’s dick through his jeans, sending a jolt of arousal up Jace’s spine. “Anyone ever sucked you off?”
He’d have lied to a stranger, but Jace found himself unable to lie to Gavin about this. “Nu’uh.” He had lost some ability to form actual words, which should have been as embarrassing as the admission. But it wasn’t.
The pressure from Gavin’s hand got stronger, and Jace pushed against him, desperate for more, harder. “Tell me what you want, Jace.”
Jace’s eyes went wide. Was he serious? They’d gone over this.
Gavin grinned like the devil. “If you can’t ask for it, I don’t know if you’re allowed to have it.”
“Suck me off,” Jace gasped out. “Please, God, suck me off.”
“God, huh?”
With a laugh and a hard kiss on Jace’s mouth, Gavin shifted so he was kneeling on the floor, tucked between the front and back seats, with Jace’s back to the far corner of the bench seat and his legs lewdly spread. Fine tremors danced up and down Jace’s thighs, and his stomach seized up tight with anticipation.
Gavin licked his way down Jace’s chest, waking up nerves Jace never knew existed. His skin was on fire everywhere Gavin touched him. An orgasm was already building, pooling in his balls, and Jace knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Gavin opened his belt and fly with deft fingers, then pushed the fabric out of the way. He reached down into Jace’s boxers and all higher thought stuttered to a stop with the realization that there was a hand on Jace’s dick, touching his dick, pulling it out of his boxers.
Jace tried to pay attention, but actions were lost to him beneath a white haze of pleasure and excitement that became a delicious wet heat. Press of lips. Slide of tongue. Pressure. The sounds Gavin made penetrated the fog around Jace’s brain—sexy, sexy sounds—and his balls drew up. He wanted this to last, for the insanity of how amazing this felt to go on forever. Only Gavin’s mouth moved with purpose, and Jace decided to hell with it, he needed to get off before his eyeballs exploded.
He shouted a warning, but Gavin didn’t move off. He sucked him straight through his orgasm, swallowing his load and licking his dick clean with a satisfied smile. Jace stared at him, mouth open, heart slamming against his ribs like it wanted to beat right through them. His legs were trembling and he couldn’t seem to speak. Or move. Or do anything at all, really.
Gavin looked up at him from beneath his thick eyelashes, his own cheeks flushed, eyes shining. He licked his wet lips then grinned. Jace knew he should say something, or even do something. Like offer to return the favor, even though he wasn’t confident in his coordination right then. All he could manage was to stare at Gavin.
“You liked that, huh?” Gavin asked. The incoherent grunt Jace replied with made Gavin snort with laughter. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Something about the laughing shook Jace out of his post-orgasmic haze. “Do you want me to, uh, you know, for you?” he asked.
“What did I say about using your words?”
The joke buoyed Jace’s confidence. “Do you want me to suck you off?”
“I’d love that, but not tonight.” Gavin heaved himself onto the set next to Jace, then pointed at a damp stain near the fly of his jeans. “I’m not usually a fan of unloading in my pants, but watching you get off like that was so freaking hot, Jace.”
Jace’s face must have looked pretty crestfallen—his chance to discover the joy of having a dick in his mouth had just been lost to the inside of Gavin’s jeans—because Gavin reached over and cupped his cheek in his palm. Brushed his lips over Jace’s in a soft, promising kiss. “Don’t worry,” Gavin whispered. “You can make it up to me some other time, okay, dude?
“Dude?”
“Dude, you—”
Chapter Four
“—you okay?”
Fingers snapped in front of Jace’s face. He jerked away, startled, and slammed the back of his head into the wall of the tree house. Heat and pain shot through his skull and he yelped. The cold air jolted him firmly out of the memory of the last truly happy moment he’d had in weeks.