Double Full (Nice Guys 1)

“Dammit! I’m never gonna get to sleep after sex!”

“Shut up, Michaels, and kiss me.” Jace wiggled, trying to flip to his back. No matter what Jace did, he couldn’t get the upper hand and twist around. In that, Colt finally won.

“My pleasure.” The playfulness quickly turned to passion. Colt descended as Jace angled his head backward, and their mouths met in a heated kiss.

The way Jace’s lips moved against his was so fucking sweet he couldn’t get enough of that mouth. Now, Colt tried to turn Jace over, but he fought the move, pushing back at Colt, until he lay flat on his back. The kiss never broke as Jace came down on top of him, straddling Colt’s waist.

The kiss deepened as Jace showed Colt exactly what was about to happen. Jace made love to Colt. Only the need to breathe had Colt pulling away, moving his head to expose his neck, urging Jace to him.

“I’ve missed you so much. I’ve needed you, I’ve needed us. I missed this…” Colt declared, grinding his hips up, rubbing their cocks together. Jace answered by anchoring his knees into the mattress, nipping and sucking his neck before running his lips and tongue down the taught muscles of Colt’s shoulder, chest, and stomach. Impatiently his fingers began tugging at the waistband of Colt’s underwear, the only thing not discarded on their race into the house.

Jace rose to shove Colt’s underwear down. Colt pushed at them, helping to work them off before Jace centered himself between Colt’s spread thighs and nudged his legs farther apart. Colt lifted his head, looking down, and groaned loudly at the sight of Jace on his knees in front of him. Jace’s cock sprang forward under his appraisal, jerking in anticipation. Jace watched Colt as he watched him. His cock wept as Jace slowly ran his fingertips up Colt’s thighs. The sensation sent a shiver throughout Colt’s entire body only to intensify when Jace’s rough hand palmed his sac.

“I’ve missed you. Your smell, your taste, everything about you. I’ve dreamed about this, and I swear I’ll never let you go again. I promise,” Colt declared seconds before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he dropped back on the mattress as Jace engulfed his cock to the root.

Jace’s technique was perfect. Colt’s tip nudged the back of Jace’s throat on the first try. Colt groaned as Jace swallowed around him. Fuck! His balls ached with the need to come. Colt was most definitely taking a plunge off the edge with this one. Jace’s grip tightened at the base of his dick, and he said a silent prayer begging for endurance. He only had a few seconds to recover, and Jace was back on him, his mouth moving proficiently up and down his cock, licking and lapping, teasing the underside of his sensitive tip before flicking his warm tongue into the slit.

“Dammit, I’ve missed your mouth.” Colt bucked into that hot mouth and tenderly ran his fingertips through Jace’s hair, sliding down until they lingered on Jace’s moving jaw. He was lost to the feel of Jace’s skillful mouth consuming him. Jace worked him back and forth, the constant motion creating a seductive rhythm, causing Colt to slowly roll his hips to match Jace move for move.

Colt lifted his hand, threading his fingers into Jace’s long, silky hair. His hips rolled forward until he began fucking Jace’s obliging mouth with purpose. Colt’s moan turned primal when Jace hollowed his cheeks to suck Colt’s dick deeper into his mouth.

“Goddamn, don’t ever fuckin’ stop this.” Jace drove him crazy, threatening to undo him too quickly. Jace moaned around him and continued teasing his sensitive head, not showing any signs of slowing. Colt lifted his head, his eyes glued to Jace’s full lips wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t stop watching, and his hips never stopped thrusting.

“Fuck, Jace, I’m gonna come…” Colt panted, dropping his head back down on the cotton duvet. Jace deep throated him again before pulling free and gripping Colt’s cock with his fist. His brain took a second to register Jace wasn’t sucking him anymore.

“Don’t stop!” Colt opened his eyes to see Jace coming into his line of vision.

“I’m just getting started, football boy.” Jace waggled his eyebrows and Colton groaned at the old endearment. He could tell he was in for a long, torture-filled night.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me!”

“I don’t want this to ever end,” Jace said, climbing up Colt’s body. He leaned in for a kiss. Colt met him, pushing his tongue greedily into his mouth, immediately deepening the contact. Jace’s hands slid around Colt’s head, turning him until their mouth’s welded perfectly together. They tasted, probed, and mingled together until Colt finally slowed in sweet surrender. Jace won the battle for dominance. Colt ground his hips against Jace, urging him to continue. Jace’s eyes swept down Colt’s body, and he felt the heat behind the gaze burning him from the inside out.

“I’m having such a hard time believing you’re real. I’m afraid I’m going to wake up and this is all gonna be a dream,” Jace said, becoming a man possessed. He ended the statement in a growl as he again gripped Colt’s cock, wrapping his fingers around the firm length, and stroked from tip to base. Colt shuddered under the move, every muscle in his body twitched and rippled as he reached up, turning Jace’s head to look at him. He wasn’t opposed to begging.

“I want you in me, Jace… I want you to fuck me hard, just like you did before, remember?” Colt barely got the words out before Jace pushed back on his knees and slid his hand between Colt’s ass cheeks.

“Oh, yeah, like that.” Colt remembered this. Fuck yeah! He wanted more; he loved Jace’s clever fingers, slowly, carefully, and thoroughly massaging his rim, urging him open. He hadn’t been able to push the memory from his mind. It had haunted him and was every bit as good as he remembered.