Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom, #2)(18)

“It gets hard for me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Marcus moaned. “So hard, babe. I can’t make it stop.”

He wasn’t going to survive this. His body was wrapped in flames and every muscle was taut to the point of agony. God. God, he’d never been this turned on or desperate for relief in his life, but at the same time, he didn’t want it to end. Once it was over, he could only get back here by making hard decisions again. Again. Right now, he was already in it, no turning back and there was so much freedom in that, he could barely handle it.

Jamie leaned down and engaged him in a rough kiss that made Marcus thrust harder into his own grip. “Babe, huh?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said gruffly.

Jamie stared at him with a line between his brows, before seeming to shake himself. He looked down at his own cock and Marcus followed his line of vision, memorizing the sight of Jamie fucking his own hand, moisture sliding down the head of his shaft. “Have you thought about tasting it?”

Marcus wet his lips. “When nothing else can get me off…that’s what does it.”

“No one’s going to know if you think of it first instead of last, Marcus,” Jamie said, kissing his mouth over and over, turning his mind to mush. “No one is patrolling your thoughts.”

“You would know,” Marcus muttered thickly. “You’re in them constantly.”

Jamie’s chin jerked up. “We…” he started, for once without the right words. “I think we should stop.”

“No.” Marcus wrapped his free arm around the back of Jamie’s lower body, dragging him close…and the feel of Jamie’s erection brushing Marcus’s lips was the most natural thing in the world. “Please. If we stop now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to start again.”

“That’s why we should stop,” Jamie said, but his fingers were already tangling in Marcus’s hair, his hips were already making subtle side to side movements, making his cock slide back and forth against Marcus’s damp, open mouth. “Marcus…”

At that point, nothing short of a meteor landing on the roof of the building could have kept Jamie’s piece out of Marcus’s mouth. But the hesitancy in Jamie’s voice is what made Marcus wrap his lips around the fat head sooner, finding the slit with his tongue and wedging it in, writhing around in the spot Marcus knew was sensitive as hell.

“Ah, Jesus. Fuck!” Jamie shouted.

Then? The dopest, hottest thing in the world happened.

Jamie got aggressive with Marcus. And yet another cog locked into place inside of him.

Oh shit. Okay, this is right where I’m supposed to be.

Fingers locked in Marcus’s hair, Jamie pushed Marcus down lower on the couch, putting his mouth right on level with Jamie’s lap. Marcus’s ass was hanging off the front of the sofa, but he couldn’t have cared less because Jamie was pumping all that swelled up thickness into his mouth, grunting the way Marcus did when he hit the bench press. And damn, Jamie was getting it. He honest to goodness wanted to congratulate Jamie on being the biggest badass on planet earth, but that would require use of his mouth and he definitely didn’t have that.

Thank God. No complaints.

What he did have? Satisfaction. So much fucking satisfaction. He’d known for some time that making Jamie happy made him happy, but seeing the other man’s face screwed up with a mixture of pleasure and pain lowered a sense of rightness over Marcus. Which was saying something considering his dick was ready to explode in his sweatpants.

Groaning around Jamie’s driving cock, Marcus shoved down his own sweatpants all the way and took control of his erection, fisting the base and stroking upward slowly, slowly, before beginning a series of rapid-fire jerks. He found a pace and quickly focused on what he could do for Jamie. The job he wanted most.

In Marcus’s fantasies, he was more of a voyeur, watching himself and Jamie together. He’d never really let himself consider what the taste, the texture of a man’s flesh in his mouth would be like and Jesus, it was instantly addictive. The shaft of Jamie’s dick was smooth as it thrust between Marcus’s lips, helmet tip dragging along his tongue, leaving salty leakage behind, as if he couldn’t help it. Marcus looked up to see the sheen of sweat on Jamie’s straining throat, his bunched stomach muscles. Hot. So hot.

Jamie’s flesh swelled in Marcus’s mouth and he let out a strangled sound, holding Marcus’s head in place, movements turning disjointed. “You been hiding in this apartment, wishing a man could come ride your fucking throat, Marcus? Yeah, I know you have. Here I am.”

Marcus moaned and felt the tide rise, low in his belly. Having Jamie using his mouth like he owned it was enough to push him close to his peak, but throw in that growly tone of voice he’d never heard Jamie use before and Marcus wasn’t going to make it another thirty seconds without spilling. He continued to stroke himself with his right hand, wrapping the left around the base of Jamie’s cock, tugging the girth toward his suctioning mouth.

“God, yes. Just like that.” Jamie’s fingers twisted tighter in Marcus’s hair, his sac rebounding off Marcus’s wet chin. “Suck me off like you’ve been dreaming about getting on your knees for years.” He pushed deep and held himself halfway down Marcus’s throat, forcing Marcus to breathe through his nose. “Maybe you’ve even been dreaming of getting bossed around a little, huh, Marcus?”