Him (Him #1)(41)

He takes a stuttering breath when I move closer to him, and I instantly freeze.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” I gnaw on the inside of my cheek. “You’ve kinda been running hot and cold on me all day.”

He nods. “Needed to get some things straight in my head.”

I snort at his choice of words. “Straight, huh?” I offer a pointed look at his very noticeable hard-on.

His mouth twitches. “My dick and I reached an understanding.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?” I ask curiously.

He shrugs. “We both like you.”

Fuck yeah.

I erase the rest of the distance between us. I’m hardening already, which is no surprise, because I’ve been thinking about this all day. My hands land on skin cool from the water. I brush his nipples with my fingertips, and they stiffen immediately. His ear is right beside my mouth, so I stick my tongue in it, making him gasp.

“Get on my f*cking bed,” I whisper.

Two seconds later, he’s there. And I’m stretching out on him like a blanket, and jamming my tongue into his mouth. Jamie moans, but I’m too wrapped up in the taste of him to worry about it. I have my fingers in his hair and his hot, hard body under mine and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

He’s not hating life, either. His hips roll beneath me, his cock bumping and scraping against mine. It aches. My balls are tight already. Rubbing off on him feels amazing, and I love that his sweet mouth is a prisoner of mine. But I don’t want to come yet.

So I force myself to pull back. When I look down at Jamie, his eyes are glazed with lust, and his lips are swollen and red. I make the sign for “time out.” He tips his head back into the pillow and sighs, and I can’t help dipping down to kiss his exposed throat.

I love you. The words are always right there on the tip of my naughty tongue. I swallow them back like I need to and say something much more practical instead.

“Have you ever been acquainted with your prostate?”

He shakes his head.

“Do you trust me?”

Jamie nods immediately, and my heart constricts. I must be insane to push him like this, but the things I crave are at war with my better judgment. So now I’m getting off the bed to dig in my duffel for the bottle of lube I keep in there.

His eyes follow the bottle when I sit back on the bed. He’s probably seconds away from saying, “Hang on, that’s just too gay for me.” So I lean down and take the tip of his erection in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he gasps, arching his back.

Once again I am socked with the certainty that I’m the world’s most manipulative bastard. But I’m trying to blow his mind, and I’m hoping that’s enough justification. I torture him with my tongue until he’s practically levitating off the bed.

“Lift this leg,” I whisper.

Drunk from my teasing, he hikes his knee without complaint, and I position him so I can reach his crease easily. I dribble some lube onto the fingers of one hand. Then I drop my head and take his cock in my mouth. When I start sucking, he gasps. But when I slide my fingers between his ass cheeks, he goes silent.

For a moment I don’t know what he’s thinking. I release his dick and place a kiss on its tip. “You okay?”

He takes a slow breath. “Yeah,” he says as I tease his hole. “It’s strange.”

“Can you take more?” If he says no, I’ll drop it.

“Okay.”

I apply some more lube and then penetrate him with the tip of my finger. “Relax for me, baby.”

He tries. So I reward him with some kisses right where he wants them. “Mmm,” he says. “That I like.”

I give him some more. Since I’ve weirded him out with the ass play, he’s not teetering on the edge anymore. I lean down, sucking and licking and just generally bringing out my A game. And at the same time, I’m working a finger slowly toward his prostate.

When I finally get there, everything changes.

“Ohf*ckohf*ck,” Jamie whispers, his thigh muscles trembling.

I rub his prostate again and give another good suck.

He moans, and I reach up with my free hand to cover his mouth. “Shh,” I remind him. “Don’t make me stop.”

He shakes my hand off his mouth. “It’s… You’re… My feet are tingling.”

That’s a good sign.

Smiling, I resume my wicked ministrations, my finger sliding inside him in time to the long, lazy strokes of my mouth. Jamie begins to shift his hips, thrusting into my mouth. And it’s not just his dick he’s thrusting. It’s his ass, too. He’s bumping it toward me, seeking me out. Jesus. He’s trying to f*ck my finger.

“You doing okay?” I murmur.

“More than okay.” His voice is a choked whisper.

He’s squeezed his eyes shut. A flush rises in his cheeks, his brow drawn together as if he’s in pain. But I know pain is the last thing he’s feeling right now. His dick grows impossibly hard in my mouth, and I groan when his ass bears down on my finger.

“Wes…” He breathes out my name, his thighs quivering as he lifts his hips again. “You’re making me crazy.”

That’s what I like to hear. His arousal surrounds us like a thick mist, pulsing in the air, in my cock. I slide the pad of my finger over his prostate again, and he croaks out a curse, and I’m loving it. “Has anyone ever told you before that you’re sexually adventurous?”