Chapter 16

“Oh…don’t stop. Please. Just keep doing that.”

Jag had always been the sort to lap up attention, and this time was no different. The more Brace spoke, the bolder Jag felt, until he had his mouth completely around Brace’s shaft, gliding between his lips and against his tongue. More pre-come leaked from the top, and Jag tried to catch as much as possible. He stroked himself faster and harder, trying to keep up with the soft moans and sighs coming from Brace.

“Don’t come yet.”

Jag didn’t know how he was supposed to stop himself. He couldn’t control his body’s responses, and the orgasm was already threatening to flood him. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else to distract him, or to quiet his nerves. Brace surrounded him, enveloped him—his taste, his smell, his texture, his sounds. It was a sensory overload, and how could Jag hope to resist that?

“I’m going to…Jag…you can stop…”