Chapter 19 #2
“Hey, hey, what?” Jax protested weakly. “You got the hat trick. I should be—”
“My hat trick, my choice of blow job.” Tom unbuttoned and unzipped Jax’s pants and rested his forehead against Jax’s bare hip.
He smelled of his expensive shower products and a little of the sweaty, gross locker room.
That was what dating a hockey player meant.
Lots of locker room stench. The familiarity comforted Tom.
It didn’t take long to get Jax hard. And he remained gratifyingly vocal about everything, gasping and sighing and moaning when Tom so much as breathed on his cock.
He knew he couldn’t be very good at this as, all told, it was only the third time he’d given a blow job.
But from the way Jax reacted, he felt like the sexiest person alive.
“God, Tom,” Jax groaned when Tom took him down as far as he could (about halfway). “Just like that. Oh God, please.”
Tom sucked and used his tongue. When it got to be too much for his jaw, he pulled off and used his hand. He kept the head in his mouth, drawing circles around the bottom with his tongue. Under his hands, Jax’s hips shook.
“You can move if you want,” Tom said, pulling off for a second.
Jax’s hand clenched tight on his shoulder. “I can’t—we can’t—”
“If I hold you this way…” Tom squeezed his fist around the base of Jax’s cock. Above him, Jax made a noise as if all the air had been punched out of his lungs.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.”
It wasn’t clean or elegant. Within moments, Tom began drooling, spit slicking down around his hand. He couldn’t do much more than remain still, mouth open and tongue ready for Jax to push forward. He wasn’t giving a blow job; he was letting Jax use his mouth. It felt filthy. It felt fantastic.
Distantly, Tom became aware he was hard and throbbing in his pants. His jaw ached, his knees ached, and spit wet his face and hand. Jax’s rhythm had gone haywire, all fast, jerky motions.
“Yes,” he gasped out. “Yes, yes, keep—Tom!”
He came on the stroke inward, shooting almost to the back of Tom’s throat. Tom struggled to swallow, drops leaking out of the corners of his mouth.
When Jax pulled out, he licked up the rest.
Jax whimpered.
“What? I didn’t want to get any on the sweater.”
Tom rocked onto his heels, intending to get up slowly. He didn’t expect to be dragged up by the armpits and then unceremoniously shoved toward the bedroom.
“Off,” Jax ordered, tugging at the sweater.
“Careful!” Tom said. Jax had spent so much money on it. On him.
Jax glared at him. “Take your clothes off, Tom. I am going to wreck you, and if you’re not naked in two minutes, I’ll do it with you fully clothed.”
Cheeks a dull red, Tom fumbled the buttons on his dress shirt, shaking a little. Jax wrapped them in his own hands for a second and then took over.
“Someday, I’ll buy you a silk shirt.”
That sounded impractical.
“Yeah, silk. I’m thinking mother-of-pearl buttons. They’d look so perfect with your skin tone.” With Tom now naked, Jax pushed him down onto the bed.
“Why?”
“So every time”—Jax pressed a kiss to Tom’s sternum—“you feel the fabric whisper over your skin, you’ll remember”—another kiss to Tom’s stomach—“it was me who gave it to you”—a kiss to the swell of Tom’s cock—“me who made you feel good.”
Tom managed a shaky inhale. “Oh.”
“Uh-huh.” Jax propped his chin on one of Tom’s thighs. “Pass me the lube?”
When he pulled it out and tossed it onto the bed, Tom found Jax staring at him hungrily. “Your body…Tom, it’s… I just came, and I want you so much.”
Shivering a little at the earnest desire in Jax’s tone, Tom said, “You once told me you didn’t fuck hockey players. So, I thought you wouldn’t want me.”
Jax laughed. He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. “I said that because before you, I didn’t know any queer hockey players.”
“Oh.”
“But also—” Jax kissed Tom’s hipbone. “I have a thing about guys who dress pretty and let me take care of them.”
Tom laughed a little breathlessly. Jax had gotten his finger into him up to the first knuckle. “One out of two…one out of two isn’t bad.”
“Baby.” Jax kissed the other hipbone. “You like the sweater?” He nodded to the soft, luxurious cream fabric on the floor. “That’s only the start.” He pushed his finger in farther and crooked it up.
Tom gasped, knees splaying wider.
“Thought about silk sheets for your massive bed, too,” Jax continued, voice heated. “So I can watch the fabric slide over your naked body. But they’re too slippery, and I know you like it when I hold you down and fuck you.”
Tom could only whine in agreement.
“So, I’m gonna go cotton, maybe bamboo, something with an even higher thread count than you have now. But ties, we can definitely do silk ties. You can slip them through your fingers when you’re doing interviews, remember who gave them to you.”
Two fingers slid inside Tom now, pushing and prodding against his prostate. Jax wasn’t so much fucking Tom with them as he was massaging, slowly and gently.
“And toiletries. Tom, there’s a whole world out there.”
How could anyone sound so smooth and seductive talking about toiletries of all things?
“I’m gonna get you a decent shampoo,” Jax continued, “and some bubble bath, and then I’ll sit you down in your massive bathtub and wash your hair for you.”
That sounded…unbearably intimate.
Tom shivered all over.
“Mm, and there’s lotions to think of as well. I could lay you out one night and rub down every inch of your skin till it’s all soft and smooth.”
“I…” Tom tried to protest.
“Hmm, what is it, baby?” Jax paused his fingers’ assault.
“What would I be doing for you?”
Jax grinned. “Remember when you let me rim you till I was so turned on I nearly cried?”
“Yeah.”
“That.”
“Oh—” Tom didn’t ever get to the “kay” part of the word. With no warning, Jax fit his mouth around the head of Tom’s cock and sucked hard as he continued to massage Tom’s prostate, and Tom lost the ability to form words.
He dropped his head fall back into the pillows and let his body just feel.
Pleasure unlike anything he’d ever done to himself, unlike anything Jax had done to him before, overtook him, direct and intense but unhurried. Instead, the prolonged assault on the most sensitive parts of him made him clench and squirm away, not because it felt bad but because it was so, so much.
Tom didn’t know how to recognize the feelings rising in him, different from the usual friction, motion, and increasing tempo to build a crescendo.
With Jax not backing away from any of his pleasure centers, a long, solid wave rose from the soles of his feet through his knees and up into his belly, taking him higher and higher until he gasped for breath.
“Oh,” he managed, and “yes,” and “Jax, Jax,” over and over.
And then Jax came to a full halt, fingers still inside Tom, mouth still around his cock.
The wave receded, leaving Tom at the shoreline, floundering. “Why—”
Jax winked at him and resumed sucking.
He did it twice more, took Tom higher and higher until nearly at the precipice of something unknown and terrifying, then stopped without letting him go all the way. The last time, Tom broke.
“Please,” he begged. “Please, Jax, please let me, please, I need you, please—”
“Maybe,” Jax said, his breath a whisper against Tom’s overheated, oversensitized skin, “you’ll even let me buy you something pretty in lace. For me.”
Tom sobbed.
“Shh.” Jax kissed the head of Tom’s cock. “I’ve got you. You can let go now.”
He started again, and this time, he moved his fingers just a bit faster, sucked just a bit harder, and the wave dragged Tom under.
He heard nothing but his pulse thundering in his ears, saw nothing but the black flicker behind his closed eyelids, felt nothing but Jax, always Jax. Then, his hips jackknifed off the bed, and he came so hard he blacked out for a moment.
When he was able to form words again, Jax had tugged the blankets over them both and wrapped himself around Tom.
Tom nuzzled into Jax’s chest. “Thank you.”
“For the orgasm?” Jax snickered.
“For taking care of me. And for giving me another chance.”
With a hand in his hair, Jax pulled him up gently to look him in the eyes. “Hey, Tom? Thank you for taking a chance on me. I hope I’ll get to take care of you for a long time.”
Tom didn’t have the words to tell Jax how that made him feel, but as he let his head rest against Jax again, he figured he would have time to find them.