Jace grinned. Tomorrow he would deal with the shit that had descended over his life. Deal with the crushing news he’d discovered. But tonight . . . Tonight he needed to lose himself in something good. “You know, it’s a rare day when I can say I’ve never done this before.”

Andre’s gaze skated down the length of Jace, making Jace acutely aware of exactly how much things had changed between them. The look was assessing, appreciative, ravenous. How long had Andre been hiding such blatant desire?

All the blood in Jace’s body charged southward. Clearly, his cock didn’t care that the person standing before him was male instead of female.

Andre moved closer. “How ’bout tonight I just show you how good of a switch I am?”

Jace lifted a brow.

“I won’t let you rush into this. Things are crazy in your life right now. When you fuck me for the first time, I want you to be damn sure you’re ready for that, and that it’s not because you’re looking for some escape.”

“Dre—”

“That’s my limit for tonight,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I want you. Fuck, do I want you. But that’s not on the table yet.”

Jace nodded, knowing Andre was right. It wasn’t fair to cross that big of a boundary when his brain had been blended tonight. “So what do you propose we do, sub?”

Andre’s eyes flared with heat and anticipation at the term. “Let me make you feel good.”

Blood pounded through Jace’s veins, pulsing at his temples and moving lower. They were really going to take this leap. No going back. Jace wet his lips, letting his dominant instincts fill the spaces nerves were trying to edge into. He may have never done this before, but he knew how to be in charge. “Are you going to make me take off these jeans myself?”

Andre glanced down the stretch of Jace’s torso to the open button at his waistband, then back up to his face. “You really want this?”

“Questioning me already, sub?” Jace hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “Find out if I want this.”

Andre, never one to back away from a challenge, moved closer and slipped his fingers in Jace’s waistband, finding the zipper and pulling it down. His hand closed around Jace’s already hard cock, the thin cotton of his boxers the only barrier.

Jace’s body tightened beneath the firm grip. Andre had touched him this way before, but somehow the change in dynamic, the intensity vibrating between them, made it feel like it was the first time. He’d always kept Andre at a distance even in the bedroom. Part of that had been because he’d wanted to keep their friendship boundaries in place, but the other part was that he’d always thought Andre to be one hundred percent dominant. Being in the submissive role was never a comfortable place for Jace so starting up something with another dom would’ve been an exercise in frustration.

Andre stroked Jace’s length, and Jace laid a hand on his shoulder to steady himself. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a switch?”

“Because it was easier with you thinking I was only a dominant. I didn’t want there to be any weirdness.”

“Take off your shirt,” Jace ordered.

Andre complied without hesitation, tossing his shirt to the floor. Jace gave him a long hard look and flicked his nipple ring—hard—eliciting a sharp hiss from him. “I should’ve fucking suspected. You’ve got masochist written all over you.”

Andre’s smile was wry, but his pupils had dilated from the spark of pain. “Got a problem with that?”

“No. Kind of makes me want to tie you up and see if you can take it as well as you give it.” The words tumbled out before Jace had a chance to consider them. And the surprise on Andre’s face mirrored the astonishment Jace felt at his own statement. But as he looked at Andre—the quickened breath, the smooth hard muscle, the erection pushing at the fly of his jeans—Jace realized the thought of dominating and fucking Andre no longer felt bizarre at all. It felt . . . enticing and edgy in the best possible way. And he felt honest disappointment that he couldn’t indulge in all of that completely tonight.

He pinned Andre with a stare. “On your knees.”

Andre went to the floor immediately and in perfect form—not one leg at a time but instead he rocked down straight from a stand to a kneel. Someone had trained him well. Jace grabbed Andre’s hair, tilting his face toward him. “It’s not safe for me to beat you tonight. I’m not drunk, but I’m not totally straight either.”

Andre burst out laughing. “You’re definitely right on that last part.”

Jace pushed his tongue into the side of his mouth, fighting not to join in the laughter. “Be careful, smartass, or I may change my mind.”

Andre pressed his lips together, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Sorry, I appreciate your concern for my welfare, s— Wait, what should I call you?”

Because sir was hers. They both knew it. Jace doubted either of them would ever be able to have another sub use that term again.

“Call me J.” Jace stepped back and crossed his arms. “Unzip your pants and show me how bad you’re aching to please me.”

Andre smoothly unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly, then took his thick cock in his hand. The tip was already shiny with desire. Jace walked over to his bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. He tossed it to Andre, who caught it with ease in his free hand.

Jace nodded at the bottle. “You have permission to stroke yourself, but you don’t get off until I do. Got it?”

“Got it, J.” Andre uncapped the bottle and spread the slippery liquid over his cock with a slow, methodical stroke—one that had Jace’s own dick begging for attention.

He made his way back to stand in front of Andre, openly watching Andre’s tanned fingers slide up and down his erection. Andre kept his focus on Jace—like the thing that was giving him the most pleasure was Jace and not his own hand. Fuck, that was hot. He shoved his jeans and boxers down. “You good at sucking cock, Andre?”

“I haven’t heard any complaints.”

“Prove it.”

Andre continued to work himself with that slow, steady stroke, but he opened his mouth and took the head of Jace’s cock onto his tongue and closed his lips around it. Jace groaned as the hot hollow of Andre’s mouth sucked the head in and then slid down the shaft, enveloping Jace in the decadent, wet heat.

Andre moved back and forth, pressing the flat of his tongue along the base and increasing the suction. Holy shit. Andre hadn’t been lying. The world spun a bit. Jace put a hand on the top of Andre’s head to keep himself from swaying. “Get undressed and let’s finish this on the bed. I don’t want whiskey and that mouth of yours knocking me on my ass.”

Andre shucked his pants and boxers, and Jace reclined onto the bed. Without further instruction, Andre climbed in between Jace’s spread knees and got back to pleasuring him. Jace’s head sank back on the pillows and he gave himself over to the moment. The guy he drank beer and watched football games with was giving him head. And it felt good. And right.

The only damn thing missing was the woman they both loved joining in the fun.

Andre’s lubricated hand cupped Jace’s balls and squeezed with gentle pressure, yanking Jace from the morose thought. Jace’s erection swelled. “Fuck, Dre. That’s good.”

Andre lifted his head. “Can I touch you?”

Jace knew what he was asking. And hell if Jace’s whole body didn’t tighten with anticipation. “I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t.”

Andre’s mouth closed around him again, but those slick fingers cupping his balls moved down further with confident precision, finding his perineum and rubbing. Electric darts of fuck yeah blasted through Jace. He arched, nearly lifting off the bed.

Andre’s rhythm didn’t falter, but no doubt encouraged by Jace’s reaction, a lubed finger teased at Jace’s back opening. Jace instinctively tensed, but then reminded himself of the instructions he gave subs and forced himself to relax. The domme he’d done his sub training under had used a plug on him and he’d enjoyed it, but it’d been a long time. And there was something about crossing this line that had Jace’s heart hammering. Jace sucked in a sharp breath and Andre pushed past the resistance, increasing his pace with his mouth as a finger eased inside Jace.

Jace groaned, his balls drawing up, an orgasm fighting to break free. Fuck. He prided himself on being able to last a long time, but there was no way he was going to be able to deny his pounding urge much longer.

Another slippery finger joined the first and Andre stroked along the sensitive spot inside. Jace gripped the sheets, willing himself to hold on for another minute—the sensations ratcheting up his spine and down his legs were too good to cut short. “Damn, you’re good at this.”

As if he wanted to put an exclamation point on the end of that sentence, Andre took Jace to the back of his throat. All semblance of control flew from Jace’s psyche as sharp pleasure, quick and brain-numbingly wicked, went through his system. His fists balled and a choked moan tore out of him as he came, the hot fluid of his orgasm pulsing out of him in blessed release.

Andre swallowed without a flinch and eased his fingers out of him, leaving Jace sweating and panting. Andre moved off his knees and to the other side of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Jace asked.

“To get a towel to clean the lube off you.”

Jace sat up on his elbow and glanced down at Andre’s slicked-up cock. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Tonight was about you. I can take care of things on my end.”

“And last I checked, I’m the one in fucking charge right now. Get on your hands and knees.”

“Jace. We agreed—”

“Don’t make me get your cuffs out.”

Andre hesitated, but only for a moment. He rolled over and got in position. Jace climbed into place behind him, his legs still shaky from his orgasm. He ran a hand along Andre’s spine from tailbone to the back of his neck, enjoying the slight tremor Andre’s muscles gave in response to his touch.

“I’m not going to betray your limit, Dre. But I’m also not going to let you get yourself off. Your orgasm is mine tonight.” Jace draped himself along Andre’s back and wrapped an arm around him to take Andre’s cock in his hand. He gave him a strong stroke, taking his time about it.

A soft curse passed Andre’s lips.

Jace’s own cock nestled against Andre’s backside and stirred to awareness even though he’d been fully sated a minute before. “It’s a good thing you set your limit early, my friend. ’Cause right now, I’m real tempted to lose my last vestige of virginity.”

Andre rocked against him, rubbing himself against Jace’s shaft. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to. I won’t turn you down next time.”

Jace twisted his hand a bit, gripping and stroking Andre firmly enough to remind him it wasn’t a chick jerking him off. “You want to come, Dre?”

“Fuck yes,” he said between gritted teeth.

Jace slowed his stroke to what he knew to be a tortuous speed. “Ask me nicely.”

“Cocky bastard.”

Jace bit the back of Andre’s shoulder and sucked, tasting the salty sheen glazing Andre’s skin. Andre groaned and his cock seemed to swell in Jace’s fist.

“That wasn’t very nice, sub.”

Andre’s head lolled forward between his shoulders, the muscles in his back as tight as bowstrings. “Please, J. Let me come.”

“That’s better. Go ahead.” Jace increased the pace and rubbed his own cock against Andre’s ass.

Andre bowed up and with a shout, spurted onto Jace’s fingers and the sheets below.