Chapter Eight
Will
I messaged Jamie as soon as I parked in the hotel car park, wanting to make sure he was still happy to meet up before I walked inside. I didn’t fancy hovering in reception with everyone watching or worse, heading up to his room and then getting kicked out.
His response was almost instantaneous.
Jamie
Good. Come to my room? I’m in 302. I’m waiting for you.
Another message came through underneath it, and I smirked. This time it was a picture of Jamie lounging on top of the bed. He was shirtless with his jeans popped open to reveal the waistband of his underwear.
It was difficult to tell from the angle of the picture whether he was hard or not, but my money was on yes.
That thought made my cock throb in my jeans, and I reached down to adjust myself before I climbed out of the car.
I didn’t want to go walking through the hotel lobby with an obvious hard-on.
Now that I was there, all my previous doubts had been silenced by my desperate desire to get laid.
Will
I’ll be there in a minute. Lose the jeans.
Locking the car behind me, I strode towards the hotel.
I was trying to look casual, but I knew I was failing.
Anyone looking at me would’ve thought my ass was on fire.
I slipped into the lobby, pulling out my phone in the hope that it would make me looked relaxed and like I belonged there, even though I was pretty sure I’d seen the woman behind the desk in Tesco several times.
I’d tried to dress a bit nicer tonight, which for me meant my least scruffy jeans, my cleanest jumper, and the pair of boots I kept for the pub and any other non-work things since nobody wanted me walking round Tesco in shoes that smelt like sheep shit.
I didn’t do fancy clothes, not in the way Jamie seemed to, but it had been good enough the other night, so it would do now.
It didn’t take me long to reach the top floor, and there were only a few doors there. When I found 302, I wasn’t sure whether to go straight in or knock. Jamie had told me to come straight up, but I didn’t want to assume.
Then I noticed the door was slightly ajar, resting on the deadbolt that had been locked open. I smiled to myself.
I guessed I wasn’t the only one who was desperate.
“You know,” I said as I pushed the door open and stepped inside, unclicking the lock behind me so the door shut properly, “you shouldn’t leave the door open like that. Strangers might come in.”
“I hope so,” Jamie said, a pleased note in his voice. “Anyway, you don’t count as a stranger.”
“I don’t?” I asked teasingly as I walked into the room, looking at him spread out on the bed in just a tiny pair of skintight boxers that clung to his erection. He looked so fucking delicious I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off him for very long.
“No. I have your name and number. We’re practically engaged.”
I chuckled and started stripping off my clothes. “My mum’ll be thrilled. Are we getting married here or in London?”
“London, obviously,” Jamie said, his hungry eyes watching me as I pulled off my t-shirt and jumper and threw them onto the back of the nearby sofa.
He slid one hand across his thigh and palmed his cock through the thin material, letting out a little sigh as he did.
“Then we can honeymoon somewhere exotic. Not that the location really matters because we won’t spend much time outside.
I’m planning on keeping you in bed as much as possible. ”
“Is that right?” I asked, toeing off my boots and reaching for the button on my jeans.
“Yes.” He grinned. “Now fucking get naked and get over here. I’m desperately sex starved.”
“It’s been three days.”
“I know. It’s a travesty,” he said, sarcasm lacing his words as he watched me strip off the rest of my clothes. He moaned softly as I freed my cock, and I couldn’t resist reaching down to slowly pump it. “Fuck, I missed your cock.”
“Do you want me to fuck you again?”
“Maybe,” he said, his eyes still locked on my cock. “Do you switch?”
“Yes. I’m vers.”
“Mmm, this just keeps getting better.” He looked up at me and shot me a teasing smile that made my stomach lurch.
It made me feel off-balance but not in a bad way.
It had been the same on Friday. Whenever I thought I’d figured out something about Jamie, he’d flipped my expectations and thrown me off-kilter.
It was like I was standing on a vibrating balance platform and trying to keep my footing, but if I fell off, I knew the consequences wouldn’t be bad. It would just mean this round went to Jamie, and a small part of me didn’t mind that.
“Does it?” I asked, trying to school my face into a nonchalant expression. “Do you want to actually ask me the question then, or are you just going to dance around it all bloody evening?”
“Don’t you like me teasing you?”
“No.”
“But you like teasing me?” he asked with an almost infuriating smile. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kiss him to make him shut up or just make him get on with it.
I walked over to the bed and looked down at him. Jamie was almost at eye level with my cock, and I saw the way his eyes dropped down to it, his mouth falling softly open like he was thinking about sucking it. “Yes,” I said. “Because you’re fun to tease.”
“So are you.” He licked his lips, then looked up at me, eyes wide with desire. “Can I fuck you tonight?”
I pretended to think about it for a second. “Yeah, you can fuck me. If you suck my cock first.”
Jamie huffed out a laugh. “Oh no, what a hardship.”
“I didn’t think it would be. You’ve been staring at it since I came in.”
Jamie shrugged and shuffled across the bed, reaching out to wrap his fingers around my shaft, pumping it slowly. “Like I said, you have a fantastic cock, farm boy.”
I chuckled. “Is this where I’m supposed to answer ‘as you wish’ to every request you make?” Jamie raised an eyebrow, and I snorted and shook my head. “Are you seriously telling me you’ve never seen The Princess Bride?”
“Are you seriously asking me about my film knowledge when I’m about to suck your dick?” he asked with what I assumed was supposed to be a withering expression. It didn’t work though because I just thought it was cute.
“Apparently so,” I said. “But—”
Whatever else I was about to say vanished from my brain as Jamie leant forward and flicked his tongue over the head of my cock before enveloping the silken head with his lips.
I groaned as he slowly slid me deeper into his mouth, his fingers covering what he couldn’t take until my entire shaft was wrapped in tight heat.
Jamie moaned around me, sending a wave of heat through my body, and I glanced down to see him looking up at me with wide eyes full of want.
I reached out and slid my fingers into his hair, gripping it softly in an attempt to anchor myself before Jamie sucked my brain out through my dick.
He must have realised the effect he was having on me because I could have sworn he smirked before he started to work my cock.
“Hnngh, fuck… Fuck that’s good,” I said, unable to tear my eyes away as my shaft slid in and out of his pretty, plush mouth.
Jamie hummed in a way that sounded like, “I know,” and if he didn’t have a mouth full of cock I was sure he’d be saying it to my face.
Usually, I didn’t find arrogance attractive, but there was something about Jamie’s that turned me on.
Maybe it was because I’d seen hints of vulnerability from him too, like when we’d been walking back to the hotel and he’d avoided my questions about his life and the way he’d stared at the boats on the water like he’d never seen them before.
I barely knew enough about him to fill a Post-it Note, but there was something about Jamie that screamed there was more to him than met the eye.
I just didn’t know if he’d let me dig. Or if I even wanted to.
It wasn’t like he was going to be around long enough to make it worth my while to get involved, but even though I knew it was probably pointless, part of me wanted to know what was going on under the handsome, carefree picture he showed to the world.
“Shit,” I groaned as Jamie sucked me deeper, making it impossible to think about what else might be going on.
His fingers caressed my balls, and my hips gave a tiny, aborted thrust. I wanted so much more, but I didn’t want this to end either.
It was going to have to, though, because I wanted Jamie deep inside me when I came, and soon that wasn’t going to be an option.
“Jamie,” I growled, my grip tightening on his hair. “Fuck… Fuck, Jamie… I… I’m getting close…”
He pulled back, releasing my cock with a wet pop and looking up at me with a devious smile. “Does that mean you want me to stop?” he asked, wrapping his hand around my shaft and continuing to pump it slowly.
“No, not really. But if you want to fuck me, then you’ll have to.”
“Why?” He kissed the head of my cock again, sending another ripple of pleasure through me before he added, “You don’t have to tell me.
I’m just curious. Do you prefer to be hard when you get fucked?
Can you not get it up again that quickly?
Or did you want to be filled when you come?
” He must have seen my face twitch because his smile widened.
“Is that it? Do you desperately need to feel my cock inside you when you shoot? Do you like the idea of milking me with your hole? Mmm, I bet you get so tight when you come. God, I can’t wait. ”
“Don’t look so fucking smug, posh boy,” I said, trying to pretend his pretentious smile wasn’t making me even harder. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“I know it does, though,” he said. “And if you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t be looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to fucking devour me.” Jamie tightened his grip on my cock and twisted his palm over the head, making me groan.
What was it about his teasing that made me feel like this? Was it the fact that he wasn’t afraid to push my buttons just to see what happened? Or was it because he let me tease him and gave as good as he got in return?
“Why don’t you fucking get on with it, then?” I asked as I leant down to brush my lips against his. “You said you wanted to fuck me, so fuck me.”
“Are you always this bossy?”
“Comes with the territory when you’ve got a business to run,” I said.
“Does it? I’ve met some guys who are desperate to get away from being the boss when they have sex.
All they want to do is submit and have all their decisions taken away for a while,” Jamie said softly, his tone shifting from teasing to thoughtfully serious as if he was trying to ask me if I wanted the same without actually asking the question.
“What are you trying to ask me? You don’t need to act coy. I’m a simple man, Jamie. If you want something, just ask.”
Jamie pulled back, his eyes searching mine before they narrowed and he looked at me with an emotion I couldn’t place. “You’re not a simple man, Will.”
“Fine,” I said, trying not to focus on the way his words had made my chest flutter. “Just be honest with me, please. It makes things so much easier.” I gave him a little smile. “Just ask me the question you want to ask.”
“Do you like the amount of control you have right now, or do you want to give some up? I don’t mind either way, and if you want to submit, even just a little, then you can do that, and I promise I’ll make you feel safe,” he said as he reached up to brush my jaw.
“You don’t have to be in control all the time if you don’t want to be. ”
“I… I know…” I swallowed, trying to pretend I didn’t feel like I’d just gotten off one of those weird gravity rides that spun you so fast you ended up pinned against the wall. “This is fine, though.”
“Are you sure?” Jamie asked. “I won’t think less of you or something. It’s okay if you want to let go for a bit.” He kissed me gently, his thumb running across my jaw. “I won’t tell. It’ll just be between us.”
“I don’t… I…” I couldn’t even find the words to describe what I was feeling because I wasn’t sure I could name the emotions. “I can’t…” I said finally.
“Can’t what?” Jamie asked, releasing my cock to reach out and tap my thigh, indicating I should climb onto the bed with him.
I realised I still stood next to him, bent over with my head in his hand.
I straightened, debating for a second whether I should just leave to avoid whatever the fuck this was.
But then he gently grasped the back of my thigh, and I found myself sliding onto the bed next to him.
Jamie moved over, and I went with him until we were in the middle of the bed. Then he rolled over until he was blanketing me with his body, his arms on either side of my head as his gaze pierced mine. “Can’t what?”
“I can’t let go,” I said quietly. “It’s not possible.”
“Yes, you can. And I promise you, it’ll help.”
“You can’t know that.” I could never let go, never take a night off, never relax and just be.
There was too much at stake in my life for that, and if I took my eye off the ball, even just for a second, there was a chance everything would come crumbling down around me.
I couldn’t let that happen. My family had struggled for too many generations for me to throw everything away.
I was all that was left. And even if it broke me, I wouldn’t let them down.
“True,” Jamie said softly, his voice calm and reassuring in a way that soothed the sudden tightness in my chest. “There’s a lot I don’t know.
There’s a lot I’ll never know. Sex might even be the only thing I’m good at.
So please, Will, let me take care of you.
Even if it’s just this once. And if you want to stop at any point, we can, but trust me. I think you need this.”
I looked at him and saw the desire in his eyes. It was laced with concern, but I didn’t know why. Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t hurt, just this once, to let someone else take the lead.
“Okay,” I said with a nod of my head. “What do you want me to do?”