Chapter 4
JASE’S thighs were still vibrating, knees still wobbly, and balls still humming from the power of the BMW that’d been between his legs during the twenty minutes it took to get back to his hotel in the West End.
He had walked as close to Ase as possible to hide his hard-on as they flew through the lobby of the hotel to the elevators.
His hands shook, he was so turned on. He would swear anyone who saw how he was reacting would think it was his first time again. Ase was all hands, feeling up Jase’s ass and gripping his sides, plastering himself to Jase’s back and suckling on Jase’s ear lobes as Jase fumbled with the key card to his room.
Finally, the door flung open, and the moment it slammed shut, Ase was on him. Ase kissed him from cheek to cheek. He just knew he’d have a hickey tomorrow, the way Ase attacked the spot behind Jase’s ear that drove him in-fucking-sane. No one ever thought to do that, only ever getting it on accident. Ase must have gotten the clue when Jase let out a guttural moan.
“You like that?” Ase whispered in Jase’s ear, before taking the lobe in his mouth and suckling. Fuck. No one had ever done that, and Jase was pissed at every person he’d ever fucked for being such slackers.
Ase pulled back, then attacked Jase’s lips with fervor, nibbling the bottom lip and using his tongue to taste Jase’s mouth. Jase didn’t even care the kiss was sloppy now, because he wanted Ase to crawl inside him and never fucking leave.
Before that thought could take hold and scare the shit out of him, Ase started undoing the buttons on Jase’s shirt without breaking their kiss. When his shirt was fully open, Ase used his hands to rub up Jase’s stomach, up over his sensitive nipples, and brush the shirt off his shoulders.
Jase’s stomach clenched, and goosebumps spread where those large hands touched him. Ase’s hands were strangely soft, softer than most men he’d been with—city boy hands. But the firmness of them was all masculine and right. Ase paused one hand in the center of Jase’s chest and with the other carded his fingers through the little bit of hair on top of Jase’s head. He pulled out of the kiss and with a strong grip used Jase’s hair to pull back his head and lick up his throat.
“Your heart is beating so fast,” Ase said, huskily, quietly.
Jase knew, damn it. He couldn’t speak he was breathing so fast, chest thumping so hard. Ase made a rumbling sound as he licked up Jase’s throat from clavicle to chin, then nibbled back down slowly, hungrily. Jase’s balls pulled up tight, and he almost lost it right fucking there.
Ase leaned back, still holding Jase’s head back. Jase felt his eyes flashing, feeling feral as he struggled to control his body. Ase’s lips were swollen, more full than they were naturally, his face that lovely rouge color. His eyes were half-lidded but still held so much awe as he said, breathily, “Jase, you’re perfect. So perfect.”
Jase felt wild, jerking his head out of Ase’s hold, slamming their mouths together, shoving him back toward the bed. Ase let out a sexy chuckle as Jase pushed off Ase’s jacket, yanked off the V-neck, exposing lightly defined pecs with large, round, deep-brown nipples, and a strong, lean torso.
Jase kissed down Ase’s stomach and was glad to feel he wasn’t the only one losing his fucking mind here, Ase’s stomach muscles rippling and clenching.
When he got to Ase’s jeans, he flicked open the belt with ease, unbuttoned and unzipped the fly. Ase’s proud, circumcised cock rose from his pants. Jase shot a dirty look up Ase’s way. “Wishful thinking?”
“You wish,” Ase said. “You try getting in these skinny jeans with boxers in the way.”
Jase took the large cock in hand, marveling at the head, which was the same rouge color as Ase’s flushed cheeks. He spit and used that to slick the way to stroke Ase. “And you said I was perfect.”
Before Ase could give a smartass reply, Jase took the first cock he’d had in months—even better because it was Ase’s cock—into his mouth. Ase was a little too thick to deep throat, so Jase used his hand and the spit and his mouth to work Ase’s cock. He used his other hand, first to unbutton himself and free his own cock and then stroked himself firmly in time with his strokes on Ase’s.
He moved down to mouth Ase’s balls, one at a time, as he worked the head of Ase’s hard, velvety cock. The smell of Ase was strong and thick there. Jase was practically high from the lust. He couldn’t remember fucking needing this badly ever before.
Jase came off Ase’s balls before completely divesting him of his skinny jeans and boots. Then he took off his own jeans, boots, and underwear. “Hold on a sec,” he said. He bound into the bathroom for his shaving kit, pulling out a strip of condoms he’d only hoped he’d need and a bottle of lube.
When Jase returned, Ase was watching him, stroking his cock as he stared at Jase’s body. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Jase dropped the condoms and lube on the bed and moved up to place a kiss on Ase’s lips. Ase gripped the back of Jase’s neck with one hand, his ass with the other, and rutted their cocks together. They grunted into each other’s mouths and humped against one another, tasting and feeling each other with abandon. Jase had not one fucking care in this world other than being with this man right here, right now. Which was telling in and of itself, because Jase had this need to be around Ase. He wanted to be undone by him, to be fucked by him. It went against every naturally ingrained fear instilled by years of his daddy calling him a sissy or watching how he positioned his hands or walked in front of guys in his platoon.
Being with Ase made those fears, the rigid need in him to prove what a fucking man he was, fall away. Even if it was just for tonight. And the heady feeling of giving in to his baser desire to be cared for, to be held and owned, was so intense, making this the best sexual encounter he could remember to this point.
Ase dropped his big hands down to grip Jase’s ass and rolled them over and, with a swift move down, had Jase in his mouth, sucking him like Jase’s cum would be his last meal.
He used a similar technique as Jase, getting Jase’s balls wet with spit. But Jase wasn’t as thick so he was able to go down on him completely, taking Jase into his throat. Jase’s back arched off the bed. “Fuuuuuck.”
He didn’t know if Ase was just that good, if it was their chemistry, or just the complete abandon and lack of give-a-shit he’d applied to their coupling, but no blowjob had ever been so efficient at getting him right to the edge.
“Fuck, Ase. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop. I’ll cum.”
Ase came off Jase’s cock and gave him a filthy grin. “I think that’s what I was going for.”
Jase wasn’t sure what made him say it; he’d never ever said the words before. “I want you to fuck me.”
Ase’s grin grew wider, still all cocky and full of sex. “Oh, yeah?”
Jase just nodded. Fuck, he didn’t know what he was saying. He’d never bottomed. He’d been with plenty of guys, but he’d always topped. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t used toys. A lot. But he’d never let a guy fuck him. He’d never found anyone he wanted to. Hell, he’d assumed he never would.
But this… This was right. This was one of those nights to make some memories to keep him warm over the next few months. Because, Lord knew when he got home, the chances for nights like this would be next to never.
“Just… take it easy,” Jase said.
Ase eyed him carefully, probably wondering if it was his first time. And Jase didn’t know why he didn’t just say it was, but he’d had enough toys and fingers in his hole to know what he was doing.
He hoped.
And he wanted. No. He needed Ase to fuck him.
Ase seemed to make up his mind about something, then hopped back on the bed, rolling up to lie his head on the pillows. He grabbed up the condoms, tossing Jase the lube. “Get yourself ready.”
Jase didn’t need telling twice. He made quick work of his one finger, two finger, three fingers. He eyed Ase’s cock then inserted a fourth with a slight wince. He worked himself with his fingers and stroked his cock, watching Ase roll on the condom and stroke himself, licking those perfect lips.
“C’mon, Jase.” Ase held out a hand. “Sit on me.”
Jase smiled through his lusty breathing, finding the moment a little funny. Ase rolled his eyes and pulled Jase forward, Jase falling on him bodily. “We don’t have to,” Ase said.
“I want this,” Jase said, with no hesitation. He did. If this was the only time he’d ever have with Ase, he wanted this weekend to have these memories. When he was home in Texas, having girls foisted on him by his mother and every mama at their church, meeting guys in bars, he wanted to carry this piece of Ase around with him to remember he’d let go, even just once.
He gave Ase one more peck on the lips, then moved up to crouching position, gripping Ase’s cock in his hand. Ase dumped lube on his hand and stroked a couple times before letting go and letting Jase have at it. So Jase remembered how he’d done it before, his favorite way with the toys he’d used.
He opened up his body and slowly, inch by inch, slid down Ase’s cock. It hurt, was thicker than the biggest toy he’d ever used, but Ase was warm and alive and softer. There was a perfect give to the real thing, and his body yielded eventually. Ase started stroking Jase’s cock with the hand that still had lube on it, and Jase felt sparks, seated completely, balls to ass in Ase’s lap.
They sat breathing heavily and looking in each other’s eyes for a moment. Time stopped and Jase felt the loss of Ase keenly, knowing he’d leave the man on Monday and probably never see him again. This was a holiday fling. But it felt big, monumental.
He felt like a ridiculous, heartsick teenager.
Ase grabbed Jase’s hands and locked his elbows. “Use my hands. Ride me, Jase.”
He did just that. He gripped Ase’s hands and rose up, placing a foot on each side of Ase’s hips, in a sitting position, then dropped back down. Rose up, dropped down, using Ase’s hands for balance. His toes clenched the duvet under his feet, and he groaned in unison with Ase, whose eyes rolled back as he started thrusting up to meet each downward drop of Jase’s ass. They set up a steady rhythm, and it stopped hurting, started feeling full and intense, and… perfect.
Jase had a brief moment of wishing they’d just fucked in one of those clubs back in the gayborhood, wishing it wasn’t so intimate as this. Because that’s what this was—the most intimate moment of his entire life. And he was flying.
Ase’s thrusts up started pegging him just right, and an involuntary whimper emitted from Jase’s throat every time Ase’s cock glided over his gland.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck, Ase.”
“That’s right. Keep riding me, baby. Come on.”
Ase let go of one of Jase’s hands and started stroking Jase’s cock. “Oh, shit,” Jase groaned. He started using his free hand to cup his balls as Ase stroked him. He felt himself start to tense, his balls started pulling up in his hand, and with a few more tugs from Ase and a few more rolls of his own sac, Jase lost it, stripes of cum shooting on Ase’s firm stomach.
“Motherfucker,” Jase groaned, his movements stuttering. Ase let go of Jase’s hands, reaching to grab both cheeks of his ass and as Jase leaned forward, riding the waves of his intense orgasm, placing his forehead on Ase’s chest, Ase started thrusting with abandon, reaching for his own release.
It didn’t take long before Ase tensed and let out a “Huuumph” as he tensed and tried to shove all the way into Jase’s body, shoot his cum in the condom deep inside Jase.
They lay on each other, bodies heaving as they pulled themselves together, clinging to one another like they’d float off.
They lay long enough that Ase’s cock softened and fell from Jase, leaving him missing the fullness, but sensitive enough to be relieved the invasion was over.
Jase lifted his head from Ase’s chest, and the smile on Ase’s face broke his heart and mended it all at the same time. This is it. The last moment like this.
They kissed slowly, holding each other and Jase swore to himself he’d never let himself regret this. Ever.