Thirty Three
Noah
“I never want to leave.” Jamie’s chest presses into my back as he kisses the side of my head. Today has been unreal. Aside from the horrible ride up here, during which I thought my boyfriend was going to go into cardiac arrest, it’s been an amazing day.
This house is beautiful.
“Imagine looking at the sunset.” He kisses my neck. “Bent over this railing, taking it like the good boy you are.”
“Oh, fuck.” While it’s still light out, I can’t wait. “I don’t think I can wait that long.” I turn, putting my hands on his chest. Jamie watches me with hunger in his dark eyes. “What is it?”
Instead he backs away slowly, stepping inside the house, turning in the doorway. A kick of his smile heats my belly. Crooking a finger, he watches me. “Come here, little fox.”
I step forward in record time and Jamie cups my face, not giving me a moment to breathe before my lips crash into his. His name slips from my lips, morphing into a desperate moan. “I love my name coming from these gorgeous lips.” He runs his thumb down the center of my bottom one.
“Well, I know some good ways to keep me saying it.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jamie seems so free lately. There’s been something so alive about him since we stopped dancing around each other and started crashing into each other instead.
“Yeah,” I breathe, as Jamie pulls my hand to his face and presses a kiss to my palm. “I’m fairly confident you can even get me to scream it.”
He displays his teeth in a wide smile, and my eyes go to his pointy incisors making him look like a vampire. His large hands slip under my hoodie, touching all my muscles before they slide back, grabbing my ass.
“Underwear?”
“Jock.” Jamie growls against my neck, my fingers sliding into his hair. “Ah—” I whimper, feeling Jamie’s teeth sink into my neck at the same time one hand squeezes my ass. “You’re killing me.”
“Better act quick and let me give you CPR.” Jamie locks his hands on my thighs, lifting me up sharply. A slight grunt leaves his lips, but I know better than to comment on it. He knows his limits and hates when people treat him with kid gloves. If my man wants to carry me up to the bedroom, who am I to stop him?
Not straining one bit, he takes me into a beautiful bedroom. “I’ll give you a complete house tour after, I promise.” Jamie yanks his shirt off. “First, I need you.” He squeezes the bulge growing in his sweats, and my mouth waters.
“Lube is in my bag.”
Jamie curses, before turning to go back into the living room where he dropped our bags. A few moments later, Jamie comes in, exasperated. “You packed too much shit.” I laugh as he gets on the bed, climbing over me and placing his hands on either side of my head. “I want you to keep the hoodie on.”
My brows rise. “Yes, Daddy.”
Jamie’s eyes go blank. “No. Absolutely not.”
“What! I’m just playing out my age-gap fantasies.”
“We’re three years apart.”
“I know. Being with an older man has its perks.”
“You have a magnificent talent—”
“That thing I do with—”
“The ability to make me rock hard.” Jamie nudges my thighs apart. “And then soft in seconds. It’s very confusing for my dick.”
“Well, I can’t have him confused, can I?” I reach my hand in, and Jamie grunts as I lace my fingers around his magnificent and very not-soft cock. “Oh good, you took your little blue pill.”
Jamie growls at the joke, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. Not one to be completely restricted, I pull my legs up, wrapping them around Jamie’s waist, digging my heels against his ass and pulling him close.
“Behave.”
“Make me.”
The dare is there, and that fire comes blazing back into his eyes. I expect scorched-earth flames, but instead, I get a molten kiss that lulls me into a soft haze. There’s something so unreal about the way Jamie kisses. It consumes me. He takes his time, and I have no desire to hurry him. I feel a tug on the hem of my sweater. “These crop tops will be the end of me.”
“Are you planning on getting tangled up in the sleeves and suffocating?”
“Your smart ass will be the end of me.”
“Well, let me get one more orgasm out of you then.” I grin.
“Not concerned for my safety?”
“Not in the slightest. I’m purely using you for your body.”
“Okay, good. I thought I was the only one.” Jamie scans my body, shaking his head, and then his eyes are back on mine. There’s so much warmth in them that I don’t know what to say, and I’m too scared to comment on it. “Can I pleasure you now?”
“I insist, actually.”
Jamie sits back on his heels, between my legs. While I understand his scars hold some shame for him, I can’t help looking at them like a miracle. Jamie survived whatever horrible thing happened to him. Jamie’s a fighter. “I like the way you look at me.”
“Well, you’re very pleasing to look at.”
Jamie hovers back over me, grabbing my wrist and bringing my hand to his pec with the biggest scar. My thumb brushes the raised skin, making him shiver. While I love having my hands on him, I need something more. “Touch me.”
“Where?” Jamie’s whispered words tickle my neck as he licks and sucks along my throat.
“Don’t play with me.” Caging him between my legs, I bring him closer.
“I love playing with you, though.” He smiles like the sadistic bastard he is, reaching inside my sweats, palming my cock, running his fingers through a pool of precum. “Soaked.”
“Dying.”
“Should I call an ambulance?”
“Jamie, if you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes...”
“Fuck you? Oh, baby.” He tsks , shaking his head. “I’m going ruin you.” His fingers dig into my sweats, slowly pulling them down my thighs. Eyes devour every inch of my skin as he tosses them aside. “Hands and knees. Head down.”
Don’t need to tell me twice.
My crop-top hoodie rides up my body as I get into position.
Jamie’s fingers dip into the bands of my peach-colored jock, cradling my ass cheeks, pulling me back further into position. “Fuck.”
His large hands knead my ass—fuck, I love his hands. They create the most beautiful things and cause the neediest moans to leave my lips. Craning my neck, I strain to see the bulge barely contained in his sweats. I love that pair. The fabric is so worn I can see hints of tanned skin underneath. His safety pants. Odd, with how fucking dangerous they are to my sanity.
“This ass—” Clutching the sheets, I yelp from the sting of his teeth as they sink into my flesh. Pleasure melts into my skin, feeling him pull those bands and then snap them against my ass.
“Jamie!” He does it again, and I hear his sadistic chuckle. My cock drips in the cotton. “Do something—holy fucking shit.” My fingers squeeze the comforter as Jamie laves his tongue over my hole. “Fu-fuck—ungh...”
“Eloquent. My baby’s a scholar.”
“Asshole!” Pinching my eyes shut I white-knuckle the blanket, shamelessly pushing back against his wicked tongue. Jamie doesn’t eat me, he devours me, moaning between my cheeks and sending hot jolts of electricity through my balls. Warm and sloppy, he softens me. I melt into the bed, needing more. “Fuck me.”
“No.”
“Jamie.” I should be embarrassed about the whine that leaves my lips but I’m beyond giving a fuck. Reaching behind myself, I find his hair and tug him closer, but he snatches my wrist, bringing it under my body and pinning me in place. Smacking my ass with his free hand, Jamie gets behind me on his knees.
“Naughty boys don’t get treats.”
“That has not been my experience.” I whine into the blanket as Jamie’s tongue plunges inside my hole. The sudden intrusion makes me jerk as I finally get what I’ve wanted. “Deeper, baby.”
Fucking me with his tongue, the cool metal might as well be a magic wand as it runs along my rim. “Are you going to behave?”
“The bestest fucking boy. Honor student. Employee of the month. Vice mother fucking president.”
Jamie slides my jock down and off, spreading my legs wider. Just to show him I’m the goodest of boys, I reach behind, smooshing my face into the mattress, spreading my cheeks apart.
“Fuck, Noah.” His thumb rubs along my hole. Sex with Jamie just hits different. It’s way more than the act. I’ve never felt like this in my life
Getting up on my elbows, I arch my back, feeling the hoodie spill down over my head. Jamie adjusts it so the hood is on my head blocking my line of sight, then tugs the hem of the sweater so it slides back up over my nipples. “So hot.”
Giving his cock a firm stroke, I squirm back, hitting fabric. “Take them off.”
Two fingers probe my hole instead. Biting my lip, I crane my neck to look at him. “Take. Them. Off!”
Jamie groans, getting off the bed and walking to my side. Inches away, he slides them down, letting that perfect cock bob with the movement.
“You have the prettiest cock.”
“Made of rainbows and glitter.”
I laugh.“Give me that pretty cock made of rainbows and glitter.”
Jamie chuckles, eyes darkening. “Stick your tongue out.”
With pleasure. I look up at Jamie from under hooded eyes. His lazy expression is so fucking sexy, it’s like he’s drunk. Jamie grabs his base, slapping his cockhead against my tongue. My thighs spread wider, showing him exactly where I need him. Slowly he feeds me his cock.
Letting go of the base of his cock, his fingers find my hair as he slowly pumps inside my mouth, reaching farther and farther back until each stroke hits the back of my throat. It’s heaven. Or what I assume heaven is. Honestly, if Jamie’s cock isn’t there I don’t want to be. My own drips precum onto the bed.
My fingers itch to grab it. Jamie shakes his head, reading my mind. “Don’t you touch it.” My eyes water as Jamie pushes in further, making me gag on his length. His lips slip up in a smile made of sin, seeing how far I can take it. I’m happy to play out whatever fantasies of twisted torture he has for me. Swallowing around him, saliva drips from my mouth. As he pulls out slowly I try to swallow. A string of precum connects us as I gasp for breath.
A quick flick of my greedy tongue breaks the connection. Jamie gets back on the bed, leaning over me as I roll onto my back. My thighs draw up. I’m aching. “No, no, little fox. You need to get that greedy hole ready yourself.” He leans over to grab the lube, reaching between my legs and giving my balls a gentle squeeze on the ride down.
I rub my hole and Jamie watches, his eyes transfixed, lazily stroking his cock as he holds the bottle, dripping it over my fingers. Holding one leg back, he catches the other, spreading me open wider. My fingers slip inside as I breathe, “So fucking hot.” All I want is every inch of this man stretching me. Fucking myself with my fingers, I imagine that, but it’s not enough. Precum leaks onto my belly, Jamie’s taste still on my tongue.
“Can I?” I nod quickly, and not waiting for me to slip my fingers out he slips two inside along with mine. “Fuck, Noah. You want it bad, huh?”
I nod again feeling like I’m about to die. Right now I need him and the three fingers stretching me open aren’t doing it. I slip my fingers out, cupping my sack and nearly vibrating with need. “Give it to me.”
Jamie fists his cock, rubbing against my entrance before taking shape inside me. Fuck. I’m home.
“Jamie.” I thread my fingers through his hair as Jamie’s body presses tightly to mine, trapping my cock. He rocks into me gently—pressed close, moving slowly, skin to skin—and the look currently in his eyes nearly has me coming.
He kisses me gently. His hips thrust lazily inside me. There’s no race or reason. Just us, sharing space. Mingling our breaths. The scent of him wrapping around me like a hug. “You are so damn beautiful.” Jamie smirks.
I feel my eyes sting and I clutch on to him. Jamie moves up further onto his knees to quicken his pace, my legs wrapped around his waist, his face buried against my neck, and his arms under me and looped around me.
“That’s it.” Once he finds that spot he doesn’t stop hitting it. This is unreal but I need more. “Jamie—”
“Huh?”
“Let me move a bit.” Guiding him to sit up against the pillows, I straddle him, slowly sinking down with a groan. Jamie’s eyes flutter shut as I fully seat myself, clenching around him. “That’s it.” I rock my hips back, soaking in the broken look on Jamie’s face. “I want to do this. Every night. For the rest of my life.” It’s not realistic but I don’t care. I never want to be without him.
Clutching me against him in response he kisses me hard, stroking my tongue with that piercing. We become a mess of moans, tongues, and frantic fucking. “You remember that scene in the Hockey Bros , book one?” I whine as Jamie starts guiding my hips, slamming me down on his cock.
“Marcello and Antoni?” he asks and I nod. “The scene with the hockey sticks?” I nod again. “Why?”
“I said... holy fuck, right there.” My legs begin to shake. “I said that was the hottest thing in the world.”
“Okay . . .” He bites my neck a little.
“I was wrong,” I pant, nosing along his hair, burying my face in his neck. “This is the hottest fucking thing in the whole world.”
“Didn’t even need the hockey stick.”
I chuckle, rolling my hips and drinking in Jamie’s groan. He tenses, and it’s almost over for me as well. “Best damn hockey stick around.”
“That’s so hot.” He kisses me. “Even if it doesn’t make sense.” Jamie loops his arm around my waist putting me back on my back. Not giving me a moment to breathe, he cups under both my knees, damn near folding me in two—spread wide and so fucking open for him. He doesn’t need his hands to guide himself as he slips inside my eager hole. If I wasn’t pinned my back would bow. My legs tremor with each intense thrust making me shriek and moan. Maybe later I’ll be embarrassed by the unhinged noises I’m making but right now I need it.
“Harder.” My cock pulses, untouched. He picks up speed and I see the moment his orgasm threatens to crash. “Give it to me.”
Jamie let’s go, fucking me hard. Almost too hard. Grabbing my cock, I jerk myself fast, barely being contained in Jamie’s grip. I come, and don’t stop coming. It feels endless, my orgasm still crashing over me long after I stop coming.
Sweat beads along his hairline. “Fucking hell. I’m dead.” Jamie let’s go of my knees but my thighs fall back spread out without any support.
Instead of helping me, Jamie drops down between my legs, rubbing his thumb over my tender rim. “Is it weird how hot I think this is?” he asks me seriously.
I drag myself upright, leaning back on my elbows, watching this gorgeous man find his pleasure. “No.”
“It’s so fucking sexy.”
I grunt as his thumb dips inside. It doesn’t hurt, more tender than anything, but I don’t care and just let him play. He looks up, then slips his thumb out replacing it with his tongue before pulling back.
“What?”
“You’re sore, aren’t you?”
“I’m alright.”
Not satisfied with that answer Jamie gets up. “Roll onto your stomach.” I’m not sure it’s possible to move but I’m too intrigued not to try. I do so, feeling Jamie’s weight move on the bed. Tucking a pillow under my head, I lay flat but spread my legs. Jamie’s hands smooth under the tops of my thighs before looping around to grab my ass cheeks in both hands. Leaning in, he doesn’t lick, instead his face nuzzles my crack before giving me a gentle kiss. “So sexy,” he growls. “Perfect hole.”
He dives in and kisses me again. Massaging, kissing, licking, soothing my body as I slowly turn into a puddle. My soft cock tries and fails to rally between my legs. While extremely intimate, there’s no expectation, just affection. Worshiping. Jamie treats my body as if it were the most precious thing to exist.
When he’s done Jamie leaves, and I faintly hear water running before he steps back into the room holding out a hand to me. “Come on. Take a bath with me.”
“What do you want to do after?”
Jamie helps me drag my body upright. “Can we just relax, maybe read?” The worry in my eyes must have shone through. “I’m alright. I promise. My body is just shot,” he reassures me.
“I’m sorry.”
“Believe me.” He kisses my forehead. “So fucking worth it. Come on.”
I let him lead me to the tub. My cock comes back to life long enough for him to give me a hand job before I’m satisfied and sleepy. We only manage to read a few chapters before the day catches up to both of us.
Lying in the dark, Jamie clutches my body like I’m an anchor. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
This is peace.
I’m not giving this up for anything in the world.