On the Clock (Market Garden, #8)(16)

“Mm-hmm.” Blake looked up at him, still stroking. “Doesn’t everyone?”

Their eyes met, and they both chuckled. Some men certainly did not like sucking cock. Blake would never understand them—evidently, neither would Jason.

“God, I want to f*ck you,” Jason moaned, but he kept that tight grip on Blake’s hair. “Don’t know if I want you to suck me off first, or if I should make you turn around right now.”

“If we had all night, I’d suck you off first.” Blake released Jason and, when Jason released his hair, stood. “But we don’t, and I really want you to f*ck me.”

Jason’s expression hardened slightly and his eyebrow flicked up. “Did I say you could stand up?”

“No.” Blake gestured behind him. “But five thousand quid says I’m getting f*cked before this night is over.”

Jason glanced past him, and Blake was surprised he didn’t start licking his chops.

Blake closed his hand around Jason’s cock again, and leaned forward enough to whisper in his ear. “And I’m in town for a few days. Earn that five thousand, and I’ll bring more tomorrow.”

Jason met his gaze. “Tomorrow?”

“Assuming you’re free, that is.”

“Free?” Jason snickered, trailing a finger down the center of Blake’s bare chest. “I’m a lot of things. Free is never one of them.”

“Available, then.”

“For a high roller like you?” Jason rocked his hips again, f*cking Blake’s fist. “I can clear my schedule.”

“Good.” Blake brought him so close that they were almost kissing. “Fuck me now, and f*ck me right, and then tomorrow, we’ll see how much of a high roller I really am.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

This time, Jason did lick his lips. He slid his hands up Blake’s chest and linked them behind his neck. “I’m certainly intrigued.”

“Are you?”

“Mm-hmm.” Jason kissed him full-on, and that part was not an act. Blake liked this game—mention money, discuss pricing, and suddenly Jason was putty in his hands. This was a game Blake could definitely play. And win.

Jason broke the kiss and met his eyes. “I’ll have to think about what I’m going to do tomorrow.”

“And how much it’ll cost?”

“Absolutely.” Jason flashed a grin. “But that’ll be tomorrow.” He let go of Blake. “Clothes off. And I want you on your back.”

Blake hurried to get out of his clothes, and he placed them all on the chair. Jason did the same, only much slower. When Blake was completely naked and on the bed, Jason was stripping off his underwear. He didn’t particularly seem to care where his clothes fell, which struck Blake as a strange thing for a guy who professionally undressed for other people.

Jason then joined him on the bed, easing himself down on top of Blake and between his legs, and they kissed again, skin sliding against skin. “It’s a shame you don’t have the whole night.”

“Agreed. Just need to take care of some important stuff tomorrow, then I can afford to be frazzled for the rest of the week.”

Jason sat up and grabbed a condom. “Personally, I find a good f*ck centers and focuses me.”

“Yes, but with you it wouldn’t be only one.” Blake watched him roll the condom down over his length, and couldn’t wait to feel him inside. “And I need to have my wits together tomorrow.”

“Want me to leave after, then?” Jason reached for the lube.

“It’d be better, unfortunately.” Blake took the tube when Jason was done with it. “So make this one a good one.”

“I fully intend to.” Jason grinned and nudged Blake’s legs farther apart, and then he positioned himself. “Keyword being ‘fully.’” He began to push in, and Blake’s eyes watered, especially when Jason came down and kissed him. Jason eased in farther, their breaths and moans mingling. “Oh, so good and tight. I should pay you.”

“M-maybe I should . . .” Whatever witty comment had been on the tip of Blake’s tongue melted away. He hadn’t been f*cked by anyone in far too long. By someone like Jason? Ages.

Jason kept his strokes slow and smooth, sliding all the way in and almost all the way out, taking his sweet time as if the two of them had the whole night for him to earn that five grand. And goddamn, Blake wished they did—Jason felt amazing, looked amazing, sounded amazing whenever he let a soft groan or a curse slip from his lips. For Blake’s benefit, most likely—an act, like so many other prostitutes put on—but damn, he was good. He seemed like he was really into it, especially when he squeezed his eyes shut and shivered as his hips continued their fluid motions.

“Shouldn’t have let you blow me first,” Jason breathed after God knew how long. “Too f*cking . . . bloody hell . . .”

“Do that any faster and I’ll be right there with you.”

Jason’s eyes opened, and when the corner of his mouth flicked up, Blake shivered. He’d asked for it, hadn’t he?

Oh yes.

He had.

Jason withdrew, and then slammed into him. Before Blake could recover from the barrage of overwhelming sensations, Jason started f*cking him hard and fast, making the bed squeak and protest and turning his vision white. He never came this quickly. Never. Hell, who cared? He was coming now, and then Jason was too, releasing a string of slurred British profanity as he shuddered and trembled on top of Blake.