41 Christian
I’m on fire. The combination of watching Francesca squirm around in Jamie’s arms while he kissed her and his claiming kiss on me has me ready to fucking burst.
He pulls back just long enough to throw his father a middle finger before I grab his hand and drag him inside.
The door barely has time to slam shut before he’s on me again. It’s like neither of us seems capable of getting close enough.
His hands are on my shirt, fisting the fabric as he pulls me toward him. I cup the back of his neck and kiss him hard, all those years of confusion and restraint unraveling all at once.
The scrape of his stubble against my skin sends a shiver through me and I step back, unbuttoning and dropping my shirt.
“Fuck, Christian,” he groans. Without a warning, he drops to his knees in front of me and the sight makes me ache with want.
“Jamie- wait. Do you want to talk about-”
I’ll admit, recently, I’ve had a crash course in gay sex, watching porn and reading all I can, trying to figure out all the ways Jamie and I can go about this, but there seem to be a lot of… roles or rules or something and I have no idea what he wants.
He looks up at me with that cocky grin of his.
“Right now, I’m going to suck your cock. We can talk about everything else later.”
I laugh, breathless and thread my fingers in his hair.
God, he's beautiful. He undoes my belt and my pants and pulls my cock out.
“Oh shit, Jamie,”
He looks up at me and smiles.
Not the sarcastic smirk or cocky grin he usually throws around.
A real smile.
The sight of it hits me hard. Almost takes my breath away.
For years, all I've wanted was for him to be okay. To be safe. To be happy.
And, unbelievably, he looks it right now, on his knees in our hallway about to suck my cock.
I find myself thinking that I will do whatever the fuck I have to see him smile like that every day for the rest of my life.
Then he laughs at something on my face, and every coherent thought immediately abandons me.
Then he opens his mouth and wraps his lips around me and those thoughts, and all others, scatter.
It’s too good- too much.
“Oh god, Jamie. It’s too good. I don’t want to come yet.”
I half-heartedly move to pull him back but he takes one hand and grabs my balls , stopping me, while his other hand shoves my pants down further.
Then his free hand palms my ass and he swallows my cock.
God. His throat is so hot, so tight I can’t hold back a groan.
“Fuck, how can you do that-” I start, then my words catch when I feel pressure at my ass. His finger is pressing into me, the tight muscle fighting for a moment.
“Jamie- I’m going to, you need to stop-”
When the tip of his finger slips inside me, there’s no stopping it. I roar his name, grip his head and thrown mine back as I empty into his mouth and nearly collapse against the wall.
I’m sucking in breaths as Jamie stands back up, grinning as he wipes the corner of his mouth.
“I told you- that I didn't want- to come yet-” I pant out.
“I’m sure we can keep ourselves occupied until you are ready to go again,” he says, turning and pulling his black t-shirt off. The way the muscles in his back shift- tattoos moving with him as he walks- is mesmerizing.
I pull my pants back up and follow him down the hallway.
He stops halfway, turns to face me and starts to take his belt off.
The soft rasp of leather sliding through the loops is slow, deliberate and surprisingly loud. Something in my stomach tightens at the sound.
“Yours or mine?” he asks.
“They can hear from mine,” I say, thinking back to the other night.
Jamie grins and turns without another word, heading straight for my bedroom.
The room is bare bones- queen bed, white sheets, one of those comforter sets that come in a bag. Matching dresser, matching nightstands. Everything bought at the same time for all three rooms.
It doesn’t look like anyone actually lives here.
I used to think that was fine.
Now it just feels… empty.
I follow him in, closing the door behind me. He’s standing with his back to me and I step into him, dropping my head into the curve of his neck, breathing him in.
He reaches back and grabs my hands, pulling them forward, wrapping them around his stomach.
“I want you to fuck me, Christian.”
My heart stops for a second. I’m stunned at how sure he sounds.
“Are you sure-”
He spins in my arms, looking up at me. His green eyes are lit with mischief, one eyebrow is raised.
“You planning on talking me out of it, or…?”
“Fuck no,” I breathe out. My fingers brush along his jaw, then down his neck, feeling the way he reacts to even the smallest touch.
There’s no hesitation, no tension.
Just trust.
“You tell me if you want to stop,” I murmur.
Jamie huffs a quiet laugh. “Pretty sure you’ll know.”
“Still,” I say.
He nods once, more serious now. “Yeah. I will.”
For a second, we just stand there, close enough that I can feel his warm breath against my skin as he exhales.
Then he steps closer into me, the warmth from his body solidly hitting me.
We don’t rush to the bed. Rather, we stand there, each touching the other, hands running across chests, stroking up arms, studying each other.
“Do you have lube?” he asks, and I nod. He raises an eyebrow.
“I got it the other day. After we…”
He leans in and kisses me, cutting me off. “Always so prepared.”
I huff a quiet laugh. “Yeah- about that… I got tested this week. Just to be sure.”
He pulls back slightly, brows lifting. “I thought you haven’t been with anyone in years.”
“I haven’t,” I say. “I just… wanted to start this right. No question marks.”
Something in his expression shifts at that.
“I did too,” he says after a second, quieter now. “Got tested. Wanted to make sure I wasn’t bringing anything into this that could hurt you or Frankie,” he says. “I’m all good,” he says, an almost nervous look on his face.
I want to say something- tell him I’m proud of him, or thank him- but anything I come up with feels awkward.
So instead, I kiss him.
It turns into a battle almost immediately- an addictive push and pull, neither of us willing to give ground for long. We stumble toward the bed.
It’s never been like this before with a woman.
There’s an edge to it- something sharper, more charged, almost aggressive.
It’s sexy on a different level than I’ve ever experienced- this challenge to take control.
I know he’s going to give it to me- but he’s going to make me earn it.
I can feel it in the way he pushes back, the way he gives just enough before taking it right back.
I push him onto the bed and climb over him, pinning his wrists above his head. We stay there for a second, both our chests heaving, his gaze locked on mine.
I look down at him and want to say a thousand soft things. Tell him how long I’ve loved him. How terrifying and impossible this feels. How badly I want to do this right.
But I know that isn’t what he needs right now.
I lower my mouth to his neck and suck hard before sinking my teeth gently into the heated skin.
“Thank you,” I murmur against his ear. “For trusting me.”
Jamie huffs out a laugh. “Christian, you're acting like this is new.”
I pull back enough to look at him.
“I've trusted you with everything- with my life basically- for years.” His voice goes rough, quieter. “I trust you more than any other person on the fucking planet. Of course I’d trust you with this.”
A low sound tears out of me at the dizzying weight of that. This hard, stubborn man giving me every sharp edge of himself without hesitation.
I press a kiss to his cheek and force myself upright. I strip out of my pants, reach for the nightstand, and pull the drawer open for the lube.
Jamie’s kicking his jeans off, one hand already wrapped around himself, watching me with an expression I feel more than understand.
“I didn’t know,” I say quietly. “Didn’t let myself admit how badly I wanted this.” My voice catches. “Wanted you.”
He looks at me then swallows hard. “I know.”
I kneel on the bed between his thighs and take my lubed hand and slowly start to trace his entrance. At the first contact, he jolts.
“Okay?” I breathe, freezing.
“Yeah, it’s just… new.”
I chuckle but start running my fingers around it, my other hand stroking my cock. Then I slowly press one finger into him. There’s resistance but I keep going, slowly pushing and pulling my finger in and out.
“Jesus, Chris, this is torture,” he says.
“Too much?” I ask.
“No- not fucking enough. Just do it already. Fuck me. Please. I’m dying here.”
“Give me a minute,” I say with a small laugh. I add a second finger, feeling his body relax more and more around me with each thrust.
“Oh fuck, Chris,” he groans throwing his head back.
I pull my hand back and adjust myself getting on my knees between his open legs.
I take my cock and move it to his hole and start to press in, but feel the need to stop, to say something, to mark this somehow.
“Jamie, I- I want you to know-”
“Yes, I know! You fucking love me. I fucking love you. Now fucking fuck me already!” he says, shifting his body. Again, there’s resistance, but he moves himself down slightly, enough for the tip of my cock to slightly enter him.
“Holy fuck,” I say, freezing. I look up at him. “You okay?”
“Yes- just- more,” he says and I start to press in more mesmerized by the sight of my hard dick disappearing into his tight ass.
“Holy shit,” he huffs out as I slowly press further and further in, pausing to withdraw a bit every now and then.
It’s a slow, tortuous progress, both of us hardly breathing as I slowly get there. His abs are tensed and flexed with his breaths and I can’t keep my hands off him. I’m running my hands over any part of his body I can touch while he jerks his cock.
And then I bottom out with a deep exhale.
“Oh my god,” I say.
“Yeah,” he says. Then he fucking clenches around my dick and I yell out.
“Oh shit, Jamie.”
“I want this, Christian. Fuck me.”
I take the lube and squirt it all over where we are joined and as I pull out and thrust back in, we reach a delicious rhythm.
It’s incredible
His cock is swaying, slapping his stomach and I grab it, my hand still slick with lube, and I start stroking him in time with my thrusts.
Time ceases and everything narrows to this. It’s just him, me and a mix of heavy breaths, grunts and thrusts.
“Chris- oh my god, Chris,”
“Jamie- I’m almost there-”
He wraps his hand around mine on his dick and yells as his body tenses and he shoots come all over his stomach and chest. The act tenses his body and squeezes me so tight I can hardly breathe.
“Jamie-” I cry out as I release, the feeling indescribable and familiar at once.
We are both breathing heavily, a bit stunned I think. Then he smiles and I absolutely melt into him, kissing and holding him tight to me.