On the Clock (Market Garden, #8)(7)

Lean muscles. Smooth skin. Not a single tattoo. Blake could have stared at that body happily for the whole night and not get bored, but he was quite unbearably horny. Still, he wanted to draw out this first encounter. After the way Jason had played it, it was time for some payback. “I think you should get on the bed.”

“And you?” Jason was already stepping to the side of the bed, then settled there, on his back when Blake didn’t give more specific orders.

“I’ll be right here.”

He neared the bed, picked up the bottle of lube, and handed it to Jason, aware that his cock was pointing at Jason’s face and it wouldn’t take a lot . . .

Patience.

Jason’s eyes were on his groin, and he very slowly lifted his gaze to Blake’s face. “You are a bit of a voyeur. They said.”

“I don’t get the impression you’re shocked or turned off.”

“Ah. No.” Jason uncapped the lube and warmed it in his hands, then ran a slick hand along his cock. As hard and hot as he must’ve been, Blake was surprised the lube didn’t turn to vapor on contact. “I do like attention.”

He squeezed himself, then let his legs fall open, and ran his hand downward, slick fingers traveling past his balls. Blake’s cock jumped when Jason pushed two fingers inside, deep enough he had to have really felt it. Jason closed his eyes and groaned.

Jason liked attention, and Blake wanted to give him lots and lots and lots of attention, but this was . . . wow. The way he f*cked himself with his hand. The way he bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut.

“This will . . .” Jason exhaled and managed to open his eyes a little. “This will feel even better when it’s your cock instead.”

“We’ll get there.” If I don’t have heart failure first. “But before we do, I . . .” What were we talking about? “I want to watch. You.”

“This is supposed to be me getting you off.” Jason started stroking himself with his other hand, and moaned softly. “Not me . . . not . . .”

“Oh, you’re doing quite all right.” Blake was out of breath even though he wasn’t doing a damned thing. “I like what I see.” He swept his tongue across his lips. “And I fully intend to f*ck you tonight.”

Jason grinned. “If the price is right?”

“We’ll get to that. I’m not in any rush.” His body begged to differ—the sight of Jason stroking and fingering himself was torture of the sweetest kind. It took every shred of restraint Blake had—and there wasn’t much—to not put on a condom, push Jason’s hand out of the way, and f*ck him until they both came. He wasn’t going to hurry. He probably wouldn’t survive if he hurried.

“If I do this much longer,” Jason slurred, “I’m gonna—”

“I know.” Blake ran a hand over Jason’s powerful thigh. “I’m counting on it.”

Jason bit his lip, muffling a groan.

“You’re f*cking beautiful like that, you know. Fucking . . .” He ran out of words. Then breath. Then thoughts. He was mesmerized, gazing at Jason like Jason had gazed at the cuff links. Somehow, he managed to whisper, “I want to see you come.”

Jason dug his teeth into his lower lip, and pumped his cock faster. The low groan reverberated off Blake’s nerve endings, especially the ones in his very hard and very neglected dick, and Jason shut his eyes even tighter. He said something Blake couldn’t understand, but he damn sure understood the strain behind the words. Jason was so deliciously close. Right there. Blake almost regretted he wasn’t balls-deep in him, feeling him clench around his dick, sharp, shallow breaths rushing past Blake’s skin, but this was nearly as good—he had the perfect view of Jason arching and squirming as his face, neck, and chest flushed.

“Just so you know,” Blake said, “the cuff links are yours.”

Immediately, Jason came.

Semen hit his taut stomach muscles, a few drops even landing on his pecs, and it was all Blake could do not to finish himself off and come all over Jason.

Gradually, Jason relaxed against the bed, and then opened his eyes. They were gleaming with satisfaction, and Blake was willing to bet it wasn’t only from the orgasm. Blake ran his fingers along Jason’s jaw, then turned away and got a small towel from the bathroom. When he returned, Jason was up on his elbows, smiling.

Wordlessly, Blake offered him the towel.

“Thanks.” Jason wiped himself down, dropped the towel, and lay back on the bed, stretched out in a clear invitation. “Once I’ve caught my breath a bit more, we could haggle for, oh I don’t know, perhaps some face mounting.” He grinned.

“How much will that set me back?”

“I’ll make you a deal.” Jason scooted over. “Join me?”

Blake couldn’t not take the invitation, and rolled onto his side to face Jason, studying his features, willing his hormones under control. Maybe he should have simply f*cked him, or jerked off, but he was enjoying their game of control too much. Jason didn’t seem to mind losing—or giving him what he wanted, more likely. “Anything particular you were imagining, with your eyes closed?”

“No. Just find it easier to concentrate that way.” Jason inched closer, and kissed him, a languid kiss that did nothing to rein in Blake’s horniness. “Still need to see what you look like when you get off. Preferably close up.”