Not His Kiss to Take (20 page)

“
You okay?”

Yes. No. Actually, Jamie wasn’t sure. His body had gone totally limp. Somehow, his bones had been replaced with liquid satisfaction. “My head hurts,” he discovered as he assessed himself. “And my jaw.” His scalp stung but in a way that gave him a tiny shiver every time Evan touched an oversensitive strand. Lower down? “My dick is sore.”

Evan’s roving fingers paused. “How sore?”

Jamie snorted into the curly thatch on Evan’s chest. “Sore from overuse.”

“
Oh. That’s okay, then.”

They drifted in quiet contentment for a while. Jamie almost fell back asleep, soothed by Evan’s fingers gliding over his skin and occasionally brushing his unruly hair behind his ear. As he drifted, Jamie lazily stroked Evan in return, slowly mapping his torso, the taut line of his waist, and his hipbone with his fingertips.

“
Jamie?”

Unconsciously, Jamie snuggled closer. “Hmm?”

“
Are you okay with…this? You and me fooling around?”

Ah. Truthfully, Jamie wasn’t sure. Kind of confusing. A strange new reality messing with his head. “I dunno,” he answered. “I mean, it feels good and all, but also kinda weird at the same time.” Why did Evan have to ask him the hard questions right now when he couldn’t concentrate?
My head’s still spinning, for fuck’s sake. But it’s just messing around, like he said. I’m not gay.

“
We don’t have to do anything else. Or do this again. You know that, right?”

Yeah, he knew. But… “What if I want to?”

Before he saw it, Jamie felt the force of Evan’s cocky grin. “Then I’m all yours.”

For some crazy reason, that statement pleased Jamie. Wondering about it, turning it over and over in his mind, he fell back asleep, safe in Evan’s arms.

Chapter Ten

Their sweat-slick bodies slid effortlessly against each other. The rude, dirty sounds of their wet flesh smacking together drowned out their mutual moans of pleasure. Not quite enough friction in the slippery grind for Evan to climax, but the little sparkplug pinned beneath him would soon come if he didn’t slow down the pace and back off. But not for a second or two.

Surprising him, no,
thrilling
him, Jamie jumped into their sexual relationship with both feet. He frickin’
leapt
. Life hadn’t jaded him yet.
And I’m gonna prove that life’s fantastic by giving him another mind-blowing orgasm.
Evan chuckled softly, not that he had extra breath for it.
But not for a while yet…
With one last jerk of his hips and a final hard grind of their cocks together, Evan pulled himself up.

“
Evan!” Jamie gasped as their heated skin parted. “Don’t stop. Fuck! I’m so close.
Please
.”

“
You’re gonna have to learn some control.” Jamie climaxed fast, easy, and often. He was so damned young. “You’re such a little orgasm slut.” Evan had purposely been hard on him the past two days, making him wait every time, drawing things out, repeatedly taking him to the edge before letting him come.

Not surprising him, and yes, sometimes thrilling him, Jamie had a dirty, dirty mouth. The best solution he’d discovered so far was to keep it stuffed full of his cock. But right now? No cock-in-mouth. He had something else in mind, a new lesson for his eager student.

Releasing Jamie’s wrists from a tight grip, Evan sat up between his new lover’s widely spread legs. Jamie flushed so beautifully—took his breath away every time. The bloom painted not only his cheeks, but his upper chest and, lower down, deeply colored the rose-red tip of his dripping cock. Pausing for a moment to admire, Evan rested, sitting on his heels, his own throbbing cock jutting out proudly before him.
Glad I don’t need Viagra to keep up with you, my little hothead.

Now that he’d freed Jamie’s hands, the boy went for his own cock with one and Evan’s cock with the other. Before he got a good grip, Evan swatted both away. “No, no,
no.
You’ll come when I want you to, baby, and not before.”

“
Fuck you, Evan!” Jamie gasped. But he fell back down onto the bed, frustrated. Sucked in gulps of air and waited. Let control find him.

Outside of bed, Jamie remained contrary as ever, quite vocally, which Evan liked. Kept things interesting and made their age difference seem irrelevant. They got along. In bed, though, his beautiful boy craved a little bossiness. So Evan got bossy. Okay, he reveled in having his way, which, apparently, corresponded nicely with Jamie’s presently unbeknownst (to him) kink. Evan was smart enough not to so much as
breathe
the word
submissive
anywhere Jamie might possibly overhear.

Sliding his hands under Jamie’s hot, damp rump and gripping tightly, Evan pushed up, raising Jamie’s hips clear off the bed and pressing them toward his chest. Jamie’s long legs bent, knees falling toward his shoulders. Startled, Jamie grunted.

This was gonna be so good. “Grab your knees and pull them to your chest.”

You’d think after the number of times he’d had his finger, or fingers, in Jamie’s ass by now, Jamie would be over this ridiculous embarrassment. Nope. Still shy.
Wait till you figure out what’s coming next. How deeply will you flush when my tongue’s dipping into your tight hole?
Better yet, how fast would he come? Might set a new record.

Jamie resisted the order for a second and then obeyed. He tucked his knees tight to the sides of his sweaty chest, splayed them wide. Evan pushed up more, practically folding Jamie in half. Christ, supple young spines bent easily. Jamie’s breath whooshed out, and he made a breathless, sexy little sound. Oh yes. Malleable in the best way.

Momentarily mesmerized by the sight of every inch of Jamie exposed, Evan almost drooled, swallowing the mouthful back at the last second. He couldn’t wait to stab his tongue into that tiny, puckered pink entrance.

Evan raised his eyes and met Jamie’s gaze. His vivid blues were wary, but he trusted, and Jamie sure as hell wasn’t one for trusting. Kicking out his legs out, Evan settled comfortably between Jamie’s thighs. His mouth watered anew in anticipation.

“
What are”—Jamie gasped—“you doing?”

“
I’m doing what I want to do to you.” What more needed to be said?

Jamie gave him an argumentative little grunt. But the hands on his knees held fast.

Good boy.
They were both clean from the shower, hair still damp. Only traces of Jamie’s heady scent remained, hidden under the fresh sweat of newly heated bodies. Ducking his head, Evan nosed the blond bush and inhaled deeply. God, he loved this. A bead of moisture oozed from the tip of Jamie’s cock, and Evan stole it, using only the pointed tip of his tongue. Damn, it was good. After he savored the taste, lingered over it, because that always excited Jamie, he licked his boy’s very sensitive foreskin and then down the hot shaft, again using only the tip of his tongue.

“
Evan…” Jamie moaned.

“
When I want you to come,” he reminded, “and not before.” With quick flicks of his tongue, Evan worked along Jamie’s cock to his balls, where he teased them mercilessly for a moment. He continued down, licking into the smooth skin of his perineum.

“
Ev! Oh God, what are you doing?” Jamie’s hands began to slip.

“
Am I going to have to tie your legs for you?” Oh fuck.
Please let me tie your legs
. Evan’s boundless imagination surged. Tie up Jamie? Leather, scarves, and rope? Oh my.
Yes, yes, yes!
Maybe Jamie trusted him enough?

“
No,” Jamie breathed. “I—I can do it.”

Damn. Another time. Closing in on his destination, Evan grabbed a buttock with each hand, pushed his ass up for easier access, and then parted the pale cheeks with a thumb sunk into the firm flesh near the crack on each side. Jamie’s pretty pink pucker was all his. Ignoring his angel’s shocked and grunted protests, Evan worked a ball of spit onto his tongue and then slowly, firmly, ran it across the tight opening.

Jamie jerked wildly.
Oh no you don’t, no wiggling away.
Evan pressed his fingers into the giving flesh and held Jamie in place. “Hold still.”

“
But Evan—”

Closing his eyes and breathing deep, Evan poked his tongue into the as-yet-unyielding pucker and cut Jamie’s complaint off in a startled gasp. Thoroughly wetting the hole with saliva, Evan licked and swirled his tongue in tormenting little circles. Evan’s cock, pressed into the bed, throbbed in time with Jamie’s gasps and moans. Once Jamie’s hole loosened, Evan repeatedly drove his tongue in as far as he could and drew back, delighting in the musky taste setting his taste buds ablaze.

“
Unh, unh, unh,” Jamie said.

Evan tongue-fucked him until he cried out.

God, I want to fuck that sweet hole. I want to make him scream my name as I fill him.

But annoyingly, that little voice of reason in the back of his brain gave him a warning not to be ignored.
No
, it counseled
. He’s not gay. You can’t have that one thing. You can’t take it—don’t take it.

What Jamie gave was enough. It was. Despite knowing he could, if he pushed, drive Jamie to beg for it, take every inch of him into his body, he wouldn’t. But that perfect little ass! All that squeezing, gripping heat surrounding his cock—
fuck.
What he wouldn’t give to bury himself balls-deep and pound them both to oblivion.

But Jamie wasn’t gay. Fucking goddamn it.

So his thumb, or both of them, would go where his cock could not—would not. Jamie needed a push to come. Evan loved to fling him over that edge. Licking his thumb first, coating it with slobber, Evan pressed into the glistening hole alongside his prodding tongue.

“
Unh, unh, unh!” Jamie cried.

Evan alternated his tongue with his thumb so one was always going in and one always sliding back out. Jamie’s thighs trembled visibly. His chest heaved. It was so much fun driving Jamie crazy. To a point. Now he’d grant him that climax. Soaking Jamie’s hole with more saliva, Evan removed his now aching tongue and replaced it with his other thumb, working it in. The fit was very snug. Jamie’s long, low groan gave Evan a violent shiver down his back. Once both thumbs were in, he gave Jamie what his body needed: a fast fuck that stretched his clenching entrance farther than Evan had ever stretched him before.

Jamie screamed. Such a noisy one. Spurts of cum splattered messily all over his panting, heaving chest and on one shaking thigh. Ah, good boy. Remarkable—all that, and he didn’t let go of his knees. Forcing one more powerful spurt from Jamie’s quaking body, Evan tongued his shaft, pressing down until his cock batted against his belly. He eased the pumping of his thumbs.

I bet I can teach him to come on my command.

His cock throbbed madly in agreement, nodding into the duvet. Evan eased out one thick digit, then the other, wishing desperately instead to slide his overheated cock into that tight cavity—it would fit. With lube. With care…

No.

Frustration bubbled up inside him. With a sigh, he let it go. No point fighting what you couldn’t change.

One last time in good-bye, he tongued the wet opening. Thrust it inside.
Yum.
He pushed up to his knees and pried open Jamie’s fingers, releasing his jerky legs. Poor boy might have left bruises on himself. Inching up on his knees, Evan moved towards Jamie’s head. As Jamie panted, Evan admired his handiwork. Flushed face, cherry-red cheeks, and blood-red lips. Jesus, Jamie was gorgeous.

“
Come on, beautiful. Open your eyes.”

When he did, the brilliant blues seemed sighted in on a spot far away, Jamie obviously lost in a world of his own. Holy crap—it was like he’d gone into sub-space. “Unh,” he whimpered.