Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom, #2)(36)

Jamie’s palm coasted up under his shirt, his fingertips dragging in light circles around Marcus’s nipples, before traveling down, down, lingering on the snap of his jeans…and then Jamie’s grip closed around the bulge of his cock.

“Oh Jesus, please,” Marcus moaned, his legs very nearly giving way, teeth chattering a little. “You’ve never touched me there.”

“Believe me, I know.”

Marcus dropped his open mouth to the curve of Jamie’s neck, struggling to breathe. “Tell me you’ve wanted to.”

“I’ve needed to.” Jamie started a firm massage, cradling Marcus’s cock through his jeans and slide-squeezing it, base to tip. Up and down, up and down. “You think you were the only one jealous tonight? I thought you might make a friend, but you kept moving closer and I stopped being rational. You’re the only one who does that to me, Marcus. I couldn’t think straight with anyone else near you.”

“I was just trying to get a better view of Kurt’s hand,” Marcus growled, rocking his hips into the perfect pressure of Jamie’s touch. “I knew he was going to do it. Put his hand on my Jamie.”

Jamie’s eyes met his. “I’m sorry I let that happen.” Keeping his attention locked on Marcus’s face, he unbuttoned Marcus’s jeans and tugged down his zipper, reaching in to draw out his full, throbbing erection. And there he was, bare and dripping in Jamie’s hand, the beginning of nine thousand of his most private fantasies coming true. “I’m going to give you the rest of that apology on my knees. I don’t give a fuck if that’s right or we should handle this differently. I just need you to look down at me eating your big, thick cock and know I never wanted anyone’s hands on me tonight but yours.”

Marcus heard Jamie’s speech like they were inside a tunnel, the words echoing and sounding almost unreal. Dreamlike. It wasn’t a dream, though. Jamie Prince was really dropping to his knees in front of him. Marcus’s knees gave out and he crashed backward into a dresser, rattling the cologne bottles and picture frames on top. Jamie didn’t laugh at him, though. No, his mouth was too busy closing around the head of Marcus’s cock, his tongue taking a lap around the smooth helmet, tucking into the underside of that ridge with a moan and rubbing, rubbing with the tip of his tongue until Marcus had to grab on to the base of his dick and pull out of Jamie’s mouth.

“Jamie, Jamie, please,” he panted. “I’m going to embarrass myself.”

Jamie’s expression was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Patient. Yet extremely turned on. His eyes were glassy, cheekbones flushed, lips parted. Keeping his attention on Marcus’s face, he leaned in and placed a kiss in the center of his happy trail. “We have all night.” His teeth scraped across Marcus’s belly, causing a muscle convulsion in the lowest parts of his stomach. “If you come in my mouth now, that just means you’ll be able to fuck me longer later.”

“Oh my God,” Marcus wheezed. “You just said that. To me.”

Jamie’s upper lip curled. “Nobody loses here, okay? And nothing between us is embarrassing.” His tongue drew lazy circles around Marcus’s belly button. “Unless you knock yourself out with a bottle.”

“Yeah,” Marcus rasped. “Pretty stoked right about now that I didn’t do that—” His words broke off into a moan as Jamie’s mouth sank down, down—all the fucking way down—on his cock. “Jesus. Jesus.”

There was nothing pretty about the way Jamie sucked him off and Marcus loved it. Love didn’t even begin to cover his appreciation when Jamie choked and pulled back, letting Marcus’s length go with a smack of his lips. Then, mother of everything holy, Jamie spit on his cock to make it slippery and dove in for more, taking Marcus to the back of his throat, eyes shut so tight, enjoyment written on every inch of his face. Marcus’s thighs shook, hoarse groans rising up from deep down in his chest, one after the other. Pleasure twined around the bottom of his spine like barbed wire, constricting, constricting, and words left his mouth without stopping by his brain first for permission to exit.

“Goddammit, Jamie, you make my dick hurt so bad. It hurts all the time and fuck, oh fuck that’s so good. Don’t stop, babe. Yes. Right there. Right there.” He pumped his hips in an increasingly fast tempo, moaning at the ceiling when Jamie accommodated every inch of him. “I’ve wanted to fuck that fucking mouth since I saw you three summers ago and you know it. You make me obsessed. You make me crazy.”

His mind hitched with worry when he heard the echo of his own words. Had he said too much? But Jamie only drew harder on his cock, jerking down Marcus’s jeans to his knees and reaching around to grip his bare ass cheeks. Until he had Jamie’s hands marking their territory with rough, molding squeezes of his backside, Marcus hadn’t been aware how badly he needed Jamie to touch him there.

“Please,” Marcus whispered.

Jamie paused his blowjob from heaven long enough to sink his middle finger into his own mouth. He continued to lick up and down the underside of Marcus’s shaft while letting his finger travel lightly along the split of Marcus’s ass. “This is what I think about,” Jamie said thickly. “Maybe it makes me sick, but I’ve wanted you to beg for my finger here. Wanted to watch you struggle against how much you need your ass filled. Wanted to watch you come as soon as I get knuckle-deep even though you’re trying so hard not to.”