Forty Five
Two months later
Noah
“Wash the dish.”
The plate nearly slips from my fingers. “Jam—ungh.” He bites my neck and the sharp sting makes a direct hit to my cock. I whimper, maybe beg, and Jamie rewards me with another bite that makes my blood sing.
My boyfriend, the sadist, rubs his cock between my cheeks. All I want is those fucking boxers off, yet here I am, dressed in nothing but Jamie’s T-shirt, with a boyfriend who is fucking evil.
I can smell his body wash from the shower he just took. His nose grazes over my hair, and he buries his face against my neck. He whispers words like a gentle caress. The plate nearly slips from my hands again. I know better than to break a dish.
As he sucks another mark into my neck, I groan, head falling forward onto the plate, which slips again but thankfully doesn’t break. “Keep going.”
“I can’t—” Nearly collapsing forward, I feel Jamie behind me. Looming. Powerful. I know this man won’t hurt me; I trust him with my life. I’m not frightened, but my heartbeat skips as if I am.
“Yes you can.” Jamie adjusts a bit, but looking over I can’t see what he’s doing, and then his heavy cock is rutting between my ass cheeks. Grabbing the hem of the shirt, he hoists it up around my abs, letting the cool air hit my cheeks.
A slap stings one then the other, making me purr. “Wash...” His arm comes around my stomach, holding me firm against him. “The fucking...” I feel his lips grazing my neck, nipping my ear. “Dish.”
I can’t think straight as I feel his hand give my cock a gentle stroke. I swallow hard, my hands unsteady as I grab another cup. “Our friends will be here soon.”
“Then you better hurry. I’m not stopping until you’re done.” Jamie’s lips press soft, slow kisses on the side of my head. “You don’t want them to see you like this. Hot. Wet. Desperate for my cock. Dripping like the needy boy you are.”
Okay, I can do this. Focusing on the suds-filled sink, I scrub a few cups, ready to be finished. I flinch, feeling Jamie’s fingers lace around my throat, giving it a squeeze before his hand slides up to grip my chin. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Good boy,” I slur with a whimper. Stroking my cock lazily, Jamie groans.
“So much precum. Jesus, Noah. You’re dripping.” Well, that’s just what this man does to me. Grabbing a plate, I finish washing, biting back my moans as he strokes me slowly. Releasing my chin, his fingers caress my mouth. “Suck. Or you get them dry.” God, I love this side of him. My man is shy, and sometimes a little embarrassed, but then there are times like now, when something snaps in his mind, calling to something deep. Something masculine and wild.
These times are a special treat. “I said suck. Or maybe you want them dry?” I obey, sucking his fingers into my mouth. Jamie’s cock rubs against my ass again. “Don’t break anything. You know the rules.”
Broken dish—no orgasm.
Getting his fingers nice and wet, they slip from my mouth before plunging between my cheeks, and I know what he’s going to find.
On Fridays I help with chores around the house. Since Mark and Hunter come over for game night every other Friday, it’s only fair. Tonight, I invited Bo and his best friend Camden. A lot’s been happening recently with them, and I just want everyone to have a good time. Maybe take Bowen’s mind off things a bit.
Although I’m still not convinced Camden doesn’t return his feelings. I’ve been over a handful of times since we started hanging out and there’s one thing for sure, Camden’s eyes don’t leave Bo for long.
Today I tried to get out of doing the dishes, coming out into the living room wearing only Jamie’s paint-stained T-shirt and the plug my man is about to find. “Seems like my naughty boys been keeping secrets from me?” Jamie bites me again. My body lights up as Jamie grabs the end of the plug.
My idea earlier was to seduce Jamie into doing the dishes for me.
The tables have turned.
Instead, Jamie has me bent over the sink washing dishes while he withholds my orgasm. “Damn.” I feel Jamie drop to his knees, parting my cheeks. When he slaps his hand over my hole I nearly buckle forward. “Such a pretty pussy,” Jamie growls, biting one of my cheeks. “Mine, right? All mine.”
“All yours. All fucking yours.”
“That’s right.” Jamie plays with the end of the plug, teasing me with shallow thrusts before taking it out. His arms comes back around my stomach as he stands. “Keep going.” Fingers enter my hole and I nearly buckle from the shock of it. The fullness of those thick fingers stroke me so damn good, but I want more. I brace against the counter in front of me, but Jamie knocks my hands away, nearly making me fall forward into the sink.
Catching myself at the last minute, I bend over, bracing myself as Jamie fucks me with two fingers. His free hand finds my hair, pulling my head back to look at him. “Baby.”
“Whining will get you nowhere.”
I whimper despite the warning. All I want is his cock but it’s infuriatingly rubbing now against my inner thigh. I grab another cup—the sink looks bottomless. Washing a few more, I can feel precum drip from my cock. “Right—” My knees buckle. “There.” The asshole I live with chuckles like the evil fucker he is, making another pass at my prostate. I can’t take any more.
“Will you stop fucking with me and just fuck me already!” My ass clenches around his fingers.
“Not until you’re done with your chores.” Jamie tsks. “Naughty boy, trying to outsource his responsibilities.” Another stab. Another stroke. I can’t do this. “What did we learn today?”
“Ah, fuck, yes. There. Right there.” I lose his fingers. “Come on!”
“What. Did. We. Learn.”
Heat prickles my chest. I swallow hard and grab another plate. “Soap is not soap.”
A soft rumble vibrates the back of my neck. Jamie straightens, though, his dominant facade back in place. “We learned that trying to get out of your chores only gets you punished.” Jamie releases my hair, his fingers still working inside me at an agonizingly slow pace. “Now finish the dishes.” He smacks my ass and stabs that spot at the same time. My body lights up like a fucking firework.
With shaky hands I grab a bowl, trying like hell to focus around the pleasure humming through every nerve and vein. I finally gain my bearings just as my evil-as-fuck boyfriend drops back down to his knees.
Grabbing my cheeks, he spreads them, before diving between and feasting on me. The plate slips from my fingers as Jamie’s warm, wet tongue shocks me with the cool metal of his piercing.
Licking, sucking, spearing me open. I moan, trying like hell to just finish this bullshit. My cock is making a mess on the kitchen floor. “Oh, god.”
Ignoring me, he eats me out with the slow indulgence I’ve come to know. Somehow, I finish the last few dishes while the hottest man alive makes a meal out of my ass. “Jamie fu-fuck.” He drags that piercing along my rim and I want to cry or scream. Maybe a mixture of both.
“Fuck, you taste so damn good.”
“Jamie, more fu—ah!”
Biting my ass cheek he kisses over the sharp sting. “Finish.” I get a slap on the ass. Fine! Listening, like the good boy I am, I finish up, fighting the urge to grab Jamie by the hair and demand he fuck me.
Rinsing the last bowl, I cry in relief. Why had there been so many fucking dishes?! I swear he dirtied extra just to be a dick, knowing it was my night to wash.
In the months we’ve been together we worked out a chore schedule. It works amazingly when someone isn’t getting rimmed like their ass is the finest dessert. “I’m done.” Sagging with relief, I crane my neck, looking behind.
Jamie’s tongue slips from my ass, running up my crack before kissing the base of my spine. Standing, he covers me, and fuck, I love his heat. I love the smell of him, and the solid way he crowds my body as if nothing bad could ever touch me. “What do you want, little fox?”
He nips my ear and I push my ass back, the invitation more than clear. Jamie chuckles, slapping his cock against my ass. Still hard as a rock. Today seems like a good day. Things have been so much better since he started physical therapy on top of online therapy. It’s been slow, and some days are brutal, but the improvement is recognizable. Jamie doesn’t have to default to medicine every night and uses it sparingly. While he smokes occasionally, it’s always for fun and never out of necessity.
Things are still hard, and Jamie’s still putting the work in, but he’s trying, and that’s the best thing to see. Jamie is really putting in the effort because I’m worth it. Being with me is worth everything to him. It still feels surreal sometimes, having someone with me. Someone who loves me and craves me as much as I crave them.
And fuck, does Jamie crave.
Leaning over me, he opens our spice cabinet, grabbing the emergency bottle of lube. Slicking his cock up he bends me over, slapping the broad head against my hole. I nearly bounce on my toes, I’m so damn eager. “This is not going to take long,” I warn.
I’m so pent up, the slightest breeze will make me come. “All washed?” I nod. “Sinks rinsed?” I nod faster and whimper, wiggling my ass. “So greedy—” He chuckles.
“Please—” His cock presses to my hole, lighting up a thousand stars inside me. They burst, and I burn with an intensity that makes the most debauched noises slip from my lips. I bear down, taking him deeper, reveling in every inch as he stretches me open.
“Oh, fuuuuck, yes.” Jamie groans.
Grabbing my thigh, he lifts it so my knee is resting on the counter, spreading me open. Jamie fills me, slowly, because it’s been about a week. I love that he’s careful but I just need it. I push back, fitting him all the way and taking my first real breath as Jamie’s thighs meet my ass. I’m full. Stretched to the max. I love every fucking moment.
Jamie leans in, his nose grazing my neck. “Paradise, baby.” Slowly he withdraws, then fucks me slow, making me lose my mind.
Then he snaps.
Pulling back, Jamie slams in. Hard. I cry, gripping the counter. My slippery hands nearly make me fall against its surface. “Oh, baby.” He fucks me harder and I know it’s almost over. I know the signs. Know when Jamie is just on the edge. I know his body as well as if it were my own. It took me too long to do those fucking dishes and Jamie’s been edging me the entire time.
“How do you want to come?”
“Inside me. Inside me, now. I need it. I’m close.” I turn my head, connecting our lips as Jamie leans down. He’s gloriously naked, his body heat seeping into my skin.
“Hurry. They’ll be here soon.” Eying the time, I know we have about twenty minutes. Thankfully, everything else is set up and our friends are always notoriously late to game nights.
Tonight’s going to be different, though. It should be fun. I have a feeling that with a little push, Camden and Jamie will get along. Brianna’s working on a small film that she began filming last month, and Xavi has to work tonight. Of course Mark and Hunter are coming. Their relationship is stronger than ever and I’m slowly learning my place with them. I feel bad for making Hunter feel like he came second. That was never my intention and I did struggle with boundaries.
Still. I’m still struggling.
Jamie cups my chin, turning my head to look at him. Our eyes lock, and I can safely say I’ve never seen a more beautiful man, inside or out. Jamie is everything I need and want. “If you want me to come, then fuck me and stop being a damn tease!”
Something hot and fierce flashes in those obsidian eyes. A wicked smirk forms on his lips. Sliding all the way in so his hips meet my ass, Jamie gives me everything. It’s brutal and rough. I can barely hold myself up.
So I submit.
Lying against the counter, I give him complete control. Jamie doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop, even when I start to sob. All of it, so damn good. Reaching between my legs I roll my balls in my hand. I just need to let go. “Fuck me!” With a grunt I push off the sink, bracing my hands on the counter, meeting him thrust for thrust. Our bodies collide, the sounds obscene. My legs shake, barely able to hold me up.
“Fuck. Fuck, Noah. Holy fuck—” Jamie stills as warmth fills me. Hips stuttering, he doesn’t let up, filling me with cum. Balls heavy, I push back, not letting my man breathe.
“Don’t you dare stop! Make me come.”
The dare in my eyes only ignites Jamie further. He slips from my ass, but I don’t have a moment to breathe as he lifts me up, turning to place me on our table. The same table we’ll be playing cards at in about fifteen minutes.
Without a moment to think Jamie cups under my knees, practically folding me in half and plunging his still-hard cock inside to the hilt. My back bows as Jamie fucks me—hard and dirty. Pushing my legs back farther he hits my prostate dead on with each rough thrust and I see stars. “You better fucking come, or all our friends will see you like this.” Jamie growls.
Grabbing my cock, I fist myself fast. “Almost—”
“Or is that what you want? You want all our friends to see how desperate you are for my cock?” Nodding fast, my vision blanks, stars bursting in the corner. I feel too much. Pleasure makes me sensitive, my orgasm right there. “You want them to see how beautiful you look right now? My cock deep inside you, lips red, eyes glassy, cock leaking and needy.”
“Jamie.”
“That’s right. Come on.” Pulsating in my palm it nearly hurts as my climax doesn’t just crash, it obliterates me, coming in thick spurts across Jamie’s black T-shirt. My legs shake violently, Jamie’s hands barely able to hold me down. The pleasure is so intense it nearly crosses into pain, splitting me apart, but Jamie’s hands keep me together as I come down.
“Jesus—” I sag against the table looking up at the ceiling. “I’m dead.”
Leaning over me, Jamie smiles, so proud, and smacks my ass. “Well, get undead. We have games to play.” I try to get up but Jamie pushes me back down. “Wait! Stay there.” He leaves and I don’t have the energy to move. God forbid Mark and Hunter—or worse, Cam or Bo—walk in right now and see me spread-eagle on the table, cum probably dripping out of my ass.
Returning a moment later, Jamie’s wide grin hits me square in the feels. I like how he’s no longer embarrassed and has become quite the little pervert with my training and guidance.
“What are you doing—” Grunting at Jamie’s fingers, I feel them slide inside my sloppy hole. Looking down between my legs I jolt, feeling cool metal slide inside me.
Oh, we’re being extra dirty tonight. Noted.
He helps me up and I moan as the little plug rocks against my sensitive walls. “There.” Proud of himself, Jamie wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses me. “Thinking about my cum inside you all night. Be prepared later. I want a round two.”
Slipping my hand inside the front of the sweats Jamie just slipped on, I touch his cock. “We’ll see. Maybe it’s going to be you bent over the couch taking my dick.”
Smiling wider, Jamie leans in and kisses me. Everything melts away the second our lips touch. “Mischievous little fox.” Smiling against my lips his tongue plunges inside, his spent cock perking up.
The front door opens.
“Fuck!”
“Spare clothes in the bathroom, go!” Hopping down, I go to run off before Jamie tugs me back against his body. “I love you, little pervert.”
“Says the man turning a simple chore into sex torture.”
“Hmm. I like that. All chores going forward will be done this way.” I laugh looking at the light in his eyes. Light I like to think I had a hand in.
“You both better be clothed!” Mark yells from the living room.
“Go!” Jamie grins, letting me go to hurry and change.
Fuck, I love my life.
“This isn’t Picasso, just doodle!”
“If you keep rushing me we’ll never—”
“Rushing you? Jamie your drawing has shading! This is Pictionary!”
“I’m almost—”
“Time’s up.”
Sighing, I look up at the ceiling. “I wanted to play strip poker!”
“We aren’t playing strip poker for Camden’s first game night,” Mark says. “That’s for the second game night.” He winks.
Ignoring my friends, I turn to the love of my life. “You really suck at Pictionary.”
“One could argue I’m the best, actually.”
“Baby, the drawing doesn’t matter, only that I guess it.”
“Maybe you suck at guessing?” Jamie crumples the tiny piece of paper in his hand. “What about you? Your drawing was terrible.”
“You thought it was a dildo!”
“Because it looked like a dildo.”
“It was a rocket ship!”
“How was I supposed to know that?”
“Because I’m pretty sure the creators of Pictionary, a fun game for the whole fucking family, wouldn’t have cards that say dildo.” Although... Pictionary after dark could be fun.
“Hunter and I are going to win.” Mark beams, but Cam and Bo are not that far behind them.
“Hunter has to go home with you after. I wouldn’t call that winning.”
“I hate our friends.” Mark’s head slumps against his boyfriend.
“I hate your friend too.” Hunter kisses the top of his head.
We play, and our friends fight and bicker. Camden’s even getting into it, and yes, I’m keeping my eye on him and the way he’s trying so hard not to focus on Bo. There’s something there! I just know it. Jamie’s asked me to stay out of it, and I’m going to do just that.
Probably.
“Cheater! You can’t give verbal hints!” Bowen laughs at Mark.
“It wasn’t a verbal hint, I was saying—”
“Saying. Verbal. Take a point.”
“No way!” Mark and Bowen argue over points, and I feel something as I look up into Jamie’s eyes. A year ago I was miserable, alone, and feeling stuck.
Now my friends, my job, the place I live... It’s as if everything I’ve ever wanted is finally mine. It’s scary. Shit happens every day, Jamie knows that more than most. I won’t take any of this for granted a day in my life. “I love you.” He leans in with a smile, pressing his forehead against mine before kissing it.
“I love you too, little fox.”