12. Theo Glass

Chapter 12

Theo Glass

Jace made me do things I would likely regret sometime in the future.

Being here was already risky enough. But being here with Jace? I was playing with fire.

And I wanted to get burned.

Wanted to feel him brand my skin. Feel his heat sizzle against me. I thought back to watching him jerk off from the office building next door. He’d had no idea how close I was. All I wanted was to be back between his legs.

I always got what I wanted.

I looked up and watched Jace’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the way my tongue worked him. This man was the epitome of everything I found sexy. He wasn’t overly built like those roided-up douchebags that littered the gym showers like horny cockroaches, nor was he rail thin like the cokeheads that stayed up all night partying and taking bumps off the back of their apartment keys. He had a fit body, with chest hair that trailed down to his belly, down to his cock. He had nice legs and a juicy ass.

And he had a massive dick. Uncut and thick. I could barely fit it in my mouth, but fuck, I was trying my hardest.

His hands cupped my cheeks. He looked down at me. The entire hallway disappeared around us. Someone came, judging by the loud grunts.

I was glad they were enjoying the show, but it was time to make this a private experience. I stood up, not bothering to wipe my wet lips. I grabbed his hand and led him into the room.

When the door was shut, I kissed him again.

Fuck. I couldn’t tell what I liked more. His lips against mine or his cock against mine.

Then again, why would I have to choose?

I kissed him for what felt like hours. I pushed him back against the wall, my hands roaming every inch of his body. I thrust against him. Precum leaked from both of us. I broke the kiss and sucked on his neck, his hands moving behind me to spread my ass, rubbing my hole.

This was pure fucking heaven. Ironic, considering we were in a dark room that would have lit up like Times Square if someone had brought in a black light. Nothing about this should feel as good or as addictive as it was. Bathhouses were about pumping and dumping. About sharing an experience with someone you’ll never see or think about again a day in your life.

Not with Jace, though. Nothing was typical about this man or about what we were doing. It was raw and dirty and passionate and sexy and shocking .

“God, Jace, you’re special,” I said without really thinking about it. I kissed him before he could respond. I didn’t want him to respond. Didn’t want any more reason to fall deeper into the grave I was digging myself.

We stumbled back toward the bed. Our cocks jut together, stiff and throbbing. Two men with full balls needing to unload. But more than that, two souls crashing together with zero chance of surviving the clash.

“I’ve been wanting this ever since the first time,” Jace said. “I’ve been dreaming of it. How fucking weird is that?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. If only he knew.

“Not weird at all.”

“You sure?”

“Very.”

“Good. Because I have a feeling the dreams aren’t going to stop.”

“Even after you get another taste tonight?” I asked him, slowly stroking our stiff lengths together.

“I have a feeling it’s going to be even worse.”

I sat back on the bed. Jace followed me onto it. I leaned against the wall, my legs open, my body ready for him, ready to take that thick cock inside me. I wanted to lose all control. Wanted to be one with the man who could literally end my life as I knew it. A simple confession in this moment would shatter it like glass.

All I had to whisper against his lips was: Nevermore.

“Never,” I said. “I don’t think it’ll ever be worse.”

“Not with you around.” Jace got on his fours, kissing my chest. His hands rubbed up and down the side of my body. “I’m going to need a tattoo tour, eventually. ”

“Eventually.” I smirked down at him. “For now, suck my cock.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

He got to work. Slow at first, teasing the tip with his tongue, circling the head. I sighed with pleasure and shut my eyes. I let him do the work, stars crossing my vision. My toes curled. He knew how to give me exactly what I wanted.

It wasn’t long before I wanted more, though.

I pulled him off my cock, saliva breaking from his lips and rolling down my shaft. I leaned over and grabbed some lube. I handed it to him. “Fuck me, but go slow. I want to edge you with my hole. Whenever you get close, I want you to stop.”

“That’s so fucking hot.”

I chuckled. “I know.”

Jace got between my legs. He squirt the lube onto his palm and spread it up and down his cock before bringing his slick fingers to my hole. He watched as he pushed inside me. I let out a deep moan.

“Look at that pretty pink hole. Fuck. It takes my fingers so easy.”

“That thick cock’s going to need a little more time than your fingers.”

“I promise to be gentle.”

“Don’t,” I assured him.

He pulled out and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. His eyes filled with a passionate fire as he pushed in. The burn was instant and so fucking worth it. I gripped the dark black sheets in fisted hands. He inched deeper and deeper inside me.

“God, that feels so good,” I said, my head falling back on the thin pillow as the entire world melted away, leaving nothing but the union of our two sweaty bodies.

How the hell could this moment be so goddamn romantic?

Everything is romantic with this man. Fuck.

He rocked his hips into me, burying himself balls-deep. I shouted for more, giving myself to him. I leaked precum from his thrusts. Used that as lube. Jerked myself off while his cock stretched me open.

Pure.

Fucking.

Magic.

“I’m already close, goddamn.”

“Then slow down,” I said. “I want to keep you on the edge.”

Jace stilled inside me. “Tell me about yourself,” I said, deciding to have some fun with this. Why not get to know the man I was supposed to be running from? What harm could that possibly do?

Jace’s half-lidded eyes locked on mine. “I’m from Jersey. I’m half Puerto Rican. I like my coffee without any cream, and I hate apples unless they’re green. Where are you from?” He started to thrust again, slow.

“I’m from a lot of places,” I said, wincing slightly as the delicious sting from the stretch began to disappear. “My family was in the military. We moved a lot.”

“Where was your favorite place to live?”

I smiled. How odd. Being flooded with memories of my childhood while being fucked. It was only the good memories, though, which was even odder. Those were so few and far between. I had much worse memories that still haunted me to this very day, but none of those clawed to the surface. Just the good ones. “Hawaii,” I answered, my hands grabbing onto Jace’s arms. He caged me, his body encompassing me while mine did the same to him. “I love the beach. Love the people. Palm trees. Views. Has it all.”

“Never been.”

“Going to need to go one day.”

“I’ll need a tour guide.”

“I can find you one,” I said, smiling, a flush entering my chest. A warmth that wasn’t attributed to the heat that flared in my core. This wasn’t because of the orgasm that teetered on the edge. The flush came from something else. A connection, a flutter.

Jace stilled again. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to step back from his climax. Likely envisioning his grandmother or something. I grinned, trying not to fall too deep into this moment.

“Pull out of me. I want to ride you.”

Jace slowly did as I said. His cock pulsed in the air. His balls were so tight they were practically nonexistent. I loved how close he was. I’d have to be careful to not push him over the edge.

He lay down as I stood up. I took a moment to admire his flushed body. My hole was sore but aching for him to be back inside me.

Dangerous. So fucking dangerous.

I straddled his lap. Rubbed myself against him. Leaned down and pressed my lips against his, held the moment. Locking us in amber. Why did life have to get so messy? Why couldn’t I have met him sooner? Why couldn’t I have made different decisions? Why couldn’t my life take a different course? One where Jace and I were doing this on a beach in Maldive, not in a dark bathhouse in New York?

Why, why, why?

There’d be no answer. No recourse. Only the present. And I planned on taking advantage of it, no matter how badly the past wanted to ruin me.

“Tell me when you’re getting close again,” I said as I reached behind me and guided him back inside.

His mouth took the shape of an O. I could tell he was already close without him needing to say anything. I didn’t move, holding him there. I smiled down at him. I could practically feel every inch of him. The slight curve to his cock pushed at my walls. I had to stop myself from rocking back on him. I wanted his load so fucking bad, but I wanted to play this game for a little longer.

“Tell me something else about yourself,” Jace said, hands on my hips as I started to rise and fall. “Something no one else knows.”

Ah, so he wanted to play, too.

“Hmm,” I said, putting a finger to my chin and looking up. I wondered if any other of the famous philosophers ever had an epiphany while riding cock like this. “Something no one knows? That I’m scared of elephants.”

I could have maybe gone with the fact that I’d killed three people but decided to keep that little secret to myself.

Jace laughed at that. The sound practically vibrated through me. There was a profound intimacy to making this man laugh while he was balls-deep inside my ass.

Not good. Not good at all.

“Really? Where’d that come from?”

“Not entirely sure.”

“So then why do you have a tattoo of one?” Jace asked. He grabbed my arm and traced the line drawing of an elephant I had tattooed on my forearm.

“To remind myself to overcome my fears. And besides, just because I’m scared of something doesn’t mean I can’t admire it.” I rolled my hips. He gasped. I smiled. “It’s one of my favorite tattoos, actually.”

“Which is your second favorite?”

“This one,” I said, pointing at the anchor on my chest. “Reminds me of the time I went shark diving with my sister in Hawaii.”

This was becoming too intimate. I hadn’t meant to share that.

He thrust upward, burying himself deep. His fingers squeezed into my hips and held me still. “It’s beautiful,” he said.

“Thank you. Are you close?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good. Don’t come yet.”

“Don’t move, then.”

“I won’t,” I said. My own dick was rock hard and ready to blow. I kept my hands off it.

“Which is your least favorite tattoo?” Jace asked.

“Interesting question.”

“You’re an interesting guy. ”

I thought about it for a moment. “Maybe this one,” I said, pointing at a crudely done heart near my ribs. “Got it from a friend in college. Still love it. But if I had to choose.”

“It’s nice. I like it. I like all of them.”

I rocked my hips again, leaned down to taste him. His tongue swirled around mine. “Would you ever get a tattoo?”

“Oh, fuuuuck, I’m close.”

I froze. He shut his eyes. Opened them again. “Maybe,” he said, answering my question, his lips slightly parted. I knew that if I moved even an inch, it’d be over. Something about having that control over him drove me feral. I put my hand around his throat, rubbed his bottom lip with my thumb. I wanted to tattoo his skin with my name. Wanted to brand him the way he’d done me.

I pushed back. Pulled up. Sat back. Rocked on his cock. It was over. I wanted him. Wanted his cum.

“Give it to me, Jace. Fill me with your load.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He thrust upward, slamming into me. His eyes rolled back. His body tensed as he blew inside me. I could feel him painting my guts. It was enough to throw me over my own cliff. I leaned up and held the base of my cock as it erupted. Shot after shot of cum sprayed across Jace’s chest, hitting his chin, getting on his lips.

It felt like it wouldn’t end. The pleasure was beyond intense. The world cracked in half, dropped me straight down to its flaming core. Nothing else mattered. Not the past, not the future. There were no sins, no guilt, no abuse. No villains, no heroes. Nothing but pure and unfiltered bliss.

Nirvana.

I collapsed onto Jace, hardly able to catch my breath. He kissed me. I could feel the smile against my lips. It made me smile. Made me feel much more than I was expecting.

That flush bloomed into something poisonous in my chest. Something lethal.

I stayed there for much longer than I should have, his swollen cock inside me, his arms wrapped around me. We were silent. My head was empty of worry, of anxiety. There was only peace. An addicting kind of calm. One I hadn’t felt in years.

“Damn” was the first word I spoke. “Never came that much before.”

“Yeah, me neither. You might be pregnant.”

“Hope you can afford child support.”

“I can make it work,” Jace said, still smiling, still inside me.

We went three more times that night before we finally decided to call it. By the time we left the bathhouse, the sun was already beginning to rise, the city that never sleeps welcoming us to reality with the warm blue glow of dusk.

Yeah , I thought to myself on the subway ride back home, the poisonous bloom taking root around my heart. I’m royally fucked.