Saugatuck Summer (Saugatuck, #1)(64)



My nipples throbbed as I sat in the passenger seat of his car on the way back to the Dunes. It was a cloudy, temperate night and Jace rolled the windows down to catch the gusty breeze off the lake. I wasn’t sure if the cool air helped the pain any, because it made my bare nipples tighten up. Underneath the unrelenting ache, the arousal that had gotten me into that chair to begin with had made a healthy recovery. All day, I had been itching for Jace—and he for me, if his handsiness was any indication—and now we could finally do something about that.

The door had barely shut behind us before I shoved him roughly toward the bed. Not even so much as a kiss was exchanged; I didn’t dare get my fevered nipples close enough to him for that.

“Pants. Off,” I growled, working my own belt, skinning my jeans and underwear down my hips just enough to let my cock bob free. He had only kicked off his shoes and worked his pants down to his knees by the time I was suited up and slicking lube over the condom. I planted my other hand between his shoulder blades and bent him forward over the bed while he was still on his feet.

“Oh, f*ck yeah.” He groaned when I thrust my lubed fingers into him. He was tighter in this position, and God I couldn’t wait to feel that around my dick.

“You like it rough, right?” I taunted, pulling my fingers out and swiping the rest of the lube along his crack.

“Yeah.” He braced his hands on the mattress. “Fuck, Topher. Give it to me.”

I did. I echoed his groan as I pushed into him, fast and hard, knowing now that we were both burning, burning, my nipples and his ass, and Jesus, wasn’t that a metaphor for whatever was happening between us? I was on fire for him, in a way I’d never been before, for his pale skin and dark hair and red lips, for both the f*cking incendiary raunch and the heartbreaking sensitivity that came in turns from his brilliant artist’s mind.

And I knew it was the same for him. I knew it the same way he’d known I was holding back on admitting to wanting to have my nipples pierced. I didn’t buy into all that mystical soul mates crap, but I couldn’t deny that we had amazing chemistry and we just understood one another, instinctively, resonating together like the multilayered harmonics of a perfectly tuned chord. We just clicked.

I held his hips and cut loose, not holding a single thing back. Hard, so hard, and fast, skin slapping against skin in a nonstop patter until I was sure my hips would be bruised from banging against his ass, soft and round as it was. His voice rose and fell in a near-constant ululation, and sometimes I couldn’t tell from the tone whether it was pleasure or pain driving his cries, but since the words mostly consisted of encouragement, I threw everything I had into it.

He took his weight on one hand to jerk off with the other, and then he clenched, gripping so hard I thought he might injure me. Only a few more strokes into that clamping, shuddering tightness and I was over the top, groaning desperately, spending every last drop of cum in my balls into the tip of the condom, calling his name.

We were both sore and moving painfully when we parted and collapsed in a breathless heap. I managed to fumble around until the condom hit the trash and we were both arranged more or less comfortably on the bed. I wanted to hold him but couldn’t quite figure out how to manage it without irritating my nipples, so he ended up spooning me instead, which caused me to give a grunt of dissatisfaction. Some weird, persnickety voice inside me fussed and tutted.

“What?” he murmured against the back of my neck, sounding sleepy and satisfied.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a rule somewhere that whoever tops should be the big spoon.” Seriously! We were going against the natural order, doing it this way.

His body shook with a near-silent chuckle. “I say we make our own rules.” His hand slid up my chest, his finger circling, but not touching, my pierced nipples. “You don’t know how bad I want to play with these.”

“Hmph. Do it and draw back a nub.”

He laughed harder. “They just look so f*cking sexy. And watching you get them . . . oh, my God. You have no idea. I’ve never seen anything so hot. I can’t wait to see how you respond when I touch them.” He sighed in contentment, his voice drifting off to a drowsy slur. “Mmm. I’m going to have a lot of fun with those when they’re healed.”

He was already asleep and I was too f*cked out to make much of the implications of that statement. Then I thought about the papers Geoff had sent home with me saying it could take months for them to heal, and I smiled.



Sometime in the morning, I woke up to thunder crashing around us, rain driving hard against the patio door. The light creeping in around the edge of the blackout curtains was gray, suggesting it was sometime after dawn, though I wasn’t sure how much after because of the storm.

Jace was rocking against my ass. How long he’d been awake and getting worked up, I didn’t know, but I was perfectly willing to push back against him, generating more friction as he reached for my cock and rutted against the small of my back.

We were both moaning so loudly we nearly missed the chime of a text message arriving on his cell phone.

“Ignore it,” I panted when it disrupted his rhythm. I closed my hand over his around my cock, intent on finding it again. Then my phone chimed.

With a mutter, he rolled away from me to grab his phone off the bedside table. “It has to be Robin or Geoff.” Mine was in my jeans on the other side of the room, but when I dragged myself out of bed to grab it, his hand closed over my wrist. “I’m pretty sure I already know what yours says.”

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