Chapter 11

If Brace didn’t have other pressing needs, he might have been able to simply fuck Jag with his mouth all night. He had always enjoyed pleasuring his lovers this way, and Jag was so responsive. He seemed thrilled by every motion, by every stroke of Brace’s tongue. He grew more and more vocal, voicing his approval in shouts and moans and the occasional coherent word. More. Please. Oh Goddess. Brace.

But if Brace didn’t find out soon what it felt like to be buried in this boy, he’d burst. Long minutes passed before Brace straightened again. Jag kept moving against the sheet, unable to hold still for even a second, like he had too much energy to burn off. Brace understood the impatience. He put one hand against Jag’s back, between his shoulder blades, holding him still. He didn’t want to discourage Jag’s responses, but Brace feared hurting him if he didn’t remain still.

“If this hurts…or feels uncomfortable at all…tell me.”

“I will.”