Chapter 27
Hank
We grabbed some take-out and ate dinner, then settled in on Jamie’s love seat for a movie before bed. Bruno had climbed into my lap, and Tramp was lying across my feet, while Lady stretched out on the doggy sofa.
“So, how did work go?” I asked.
Jamie patted my thigh. “Corey’s learning fast.”
I hadn’t asked about Corey, but Jamie obviously sensed my concern for my brother. Not that I thought Corey would intentionally blow it after our talk in the hallway. I just really wanted this to work out for him.
For them both.
I chuckled. “I guess I’m pretty transparent.”
Jamie shrugged as he picked up the remote control and navigated through streaming service menus. “Corey’s doing great, so you don’t need to worry.”
“I do want to know about your day too, though,” I said. “Taking on Corey’s training must be a lot, and I know you’ve got events coming up.”
Jamie turned on Red, White, & Royal Blue. No great surprise. He loved that movie. I secretly did, too, but I loved the way Jamie swooned over Henry a little less.
Jamie tore his gaze from Henry’s dreamy eyes. “Hmm? What?”
I chuckled. “Should I be jealous right now? You’re looking at him like he’s your Prince Charming.”
“Well, he is a prince,” Jamie teased.
I sighed and clutched at my chest. “You’re breaking my heart.”
“Aw.” Jamie leaned over and kissed the tip of my nose. “You’re my Prince Charming. I could never pull Henry, anyway.”
“Thank—hey, wait a minute!”
Jamie kissed my scowling lips, unable to hold back a giggle as he did so. I pushed him backward, lying my body over him. Bruno wiggled out between us with a grunt and hopped to the floor. I grabbed Jamie’s waist and tugged him further under me, pinning him to the sofa as I kissed him thoroughly.
“Not funny,” I murmured between kisses. “Don’t tease the poor guy totally gone for you.”
“Sorry,” Jamie said, nuzzling my nose. “That was mean.”
“Very mean,” I agreed.
“I actually adore you.”
I cupped Jamie’s jaw, holding him in place for a deeper kiss, then moved my lips to his creamy throat. “Better.”
Jamie craned his head with a small gasp and I took advantage, kissing and nibbling until I could feel his hard cock stabbing into my thigh.
I raised my head. “So, how was work?”
He laughed and slapped my shoulder. “I don’t want to talk about work right now!”
“Oh? Did you have something else in mind?”
He pushed his hips up, grinding his hard cock against my thigh. “Take me to bed, Hank.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have Henry?”
He groaned. “No, I want you. Only you.”
I hopped up and grabbed his hand to tug him from his place on the couch. Jamie’s hair was messy, his eyes were glazed, and his neck already sported red marks from my mouth.
Hell yes, tonight, I was going to make sure he never thought about another guy twice.
I led him to the bedroom, shutting the door in Tramp’s face when he trotted after us. Poor guy. He looked so disappointed.
Jamie went to his knees, tugging open my jeans and dragging them down my legs.
That was the last thought I had for any of the dogs.
I pulled off my T-shirt while Jamie finished stripping my bottom half, gasping and reaching out for the wall to brace myself as Jamie’s hot mouth closed around my dick.
I closed my eyes as pleasure shot through me. My hips moved on instinct, rocking into Jamie’s mouth and throat. God, his tongue was incredibly flexible, and he used it to make me gasp and moan.
I forced myself to pull out of his heavenly mouth and grabbed his bicep to pull him up. I pinned him to the wall, kissing him hard, while I unbuttoned his shirt and jeans.
My hands found his ass, and I cupped it and raised him up in my arms. “Want to fuck you tonight,” I murmured.
Jamie’s legs went around my waist and he clutched at my shoulders as I stumbled the few steps to his bed and dropped him. He bounced on the bed, a picture of innocence and debauchery all in one.
His eyes wide with surprise, his lips parted, his shirt spread open to reveal his chest and the red blush spreading across it. His jeans undone, with his cock just peeking out of the opening. It was pink, delicate.
“Jamie?” I checked. “Did you hear me?”
He licked his lips. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yeah.” I grasped my dick, thick and aching, and gave it a couple of strokes. “But I think I should be asking you that. You’re small, and I’m…not. I want inside you, but not if—”
Jamie laughed suddenly, cutting me short.
“Hank, you’re not that big.”
I glanced down at the sizeable dick in my hand. “Shh. Don’t listen to him.”
Jamie snickered. “No, sorry, I mean you are big. Bigger than a lot of guys. But nothing I can’t handle. I was more so asking if you were ready because…well, this will be your first time inside a guy.”
“I’m ready, Jamie. I’m not in denial or something. We’ve already had sex. Whether I’m coming in your hand or your mouth or your ass, it’s all sex.”
He blushed brighter. “I know. I just don’t want to rush anything. It’s a lot of change.”
I climbed on the bed, bending over to press a wet kiss to the center of his chest. “All good change.”
I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes as I moved my mouth to his nipple, biting down gently until he gasped and closed his eyes. I swirled my tongue around the small peak, then sucked it until he moaned.
I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, helping him discard it, then grabbed his waistband and tugged down his jeans and underwear. Soon, he was as naked as me.
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand. We’d mostly frotted and exchanged hand jobs. Jamie had blown me a couple of times. I hadn’t yet explored as much. I aimed to change that today.
I moved down his body, kissing and nipping, and poured some lube over my fingers. While I tentatively flicked my tongue against his cockhead, I rubbed a slippery finger over his rim.
Jamie arched, legs widening in invitation, and hips rolling up. He exposed himself to me, beautifully immodest in his desire. I pressed gently until my index fingertip sank inside him to the first knuckle.
Jamie pushed down, taking me deeper. “You can do more. Just uh, suck my cock more? If that’s okay?”
I opened my mouth, taking his cockhead inside, and sucked gently. At the same time, I slipped a second finger inside him. Jamie moaned with pleasure.
Lust flared in me at the sound, and I soon lost myself in trying to pull every damn moan, gasp, and whimper I could from him.
“Hank!” His foot pressed at my shoulder. “Stop before I come!”
I drew back, blinking the lust haze from my eyes. My face was wet with saliva, my fingers—three now—were buried deep in Jamie’s ass.
“What? You don’t like it?”
“Yes, but I thought you wanted to fuck me. You need to do it before it’s too late.”
Right. I’d totally lost the plot as I pleasured him. But now, at his words, my cock throbbed in protest. It wanted inside that deliciously hot, tight channel.
I carefully worked my fingers out. “Are we using condoms, or…”
“Well, I’m on PReP and haven’t been with anyone else in months, so I don’t think we need to unless you’d feel more comfortable?”
I shook my head. “It’s been a long time for me, and I tested after my last breakup.”
He nodded. “Okay, then. We should be good to go.”
Urgency hit me now that the moment had arrived. I could barely get the lube on my dick before I was pressing forward, nudging against his hole, and feeling him open as I pushed inside.
Tight heat wrapped around me. Sinuous muscle grasping my dick, resisting my entrance, and then just when I thought maybe I was too much for Jamie after all, relaxing and pulling me in deep.
I surged forward, pleasure swamping me as Jamie’s body hugged me root to tip.
He cried out as I bottomed out, and I froze, afraid I’d hurt him. “Too fast?”
“No,” he said, voice thin. “Just need a minute to adjust to the size.”
“Told you I was big.”
He chuckled breathlessly. “Told you I could handle it.”
He rocked his hips a fraction, making me gasp as pleasure lit me up. Tentatively, he rocked again, taking me a bit deeper. Then again, groaning with nothing but pleasure.
“I’m good now. You can move.”
I withdrew as gently as I could and then slid back inside, going nice and slow. Long, sweet strokes that built from an ember of heat to a blaze.
Jamie raised his hips, meeting each thrust with a small sound of pleasure.
He grabbed my sides. “Harder, Hank.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
I hesitated, and he pushed my side, rolling us. I found myself on my back with an eager Jamie astride me. My cock slipped out as he moved us, but I had little time to complain, because he impaled himself once more, taking me deep in one smooth slide.
“Jamie,” I gasped.
He placed his hands on my chest and started riding me, taking me harder and faster than I thought possible. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back the rising tide of pleasure. But watching his body flex above me, all his lean muscles standing out as he gyrated, wasn’t helping.
He gasped for breath, slowing, and made a distressed sound as he grabbed his dick. “So close, but—”
I grabbed his hips and braced my feet on the mattress. “I got you.”
I flexed my hips up, spearing deep inside him. Jamie cried out, but it was all pleasure as I slammed into him over and over. I used my strength to lift him a few inches, giving me more leverage to fuck up into that sweet body of his.
He jerked his cock more frantically, head dropping back, throat tendons tight and bulging, as he came over me. White droplets scattered over my stomach and he trembled in the aftermath.
It didn’t take much to finish me then. I rolled him under me, fucked him with unchecked abandon, and came within three strokes.
Jamie wrapped his arms around me as I shouted into his shoulder, shaking with the powerful orgasm. As the lust receded, I didn’t want to leave his body.
I rolled to the side, bringing him with me, so we remained connected for as long as possible. Slowly, my cock softened and slipped out of him.
Jamie kissed me gently. “How was that?”
“Incredible.” I kissed his lips, his nose, his forehead, his chin. “It’s never been so good. Not like that.”
He smiled sweetly. “Yeah? Same for me.”
I stared at him in wonder, this man who’d dared to want me even though I said I could never want him back. Who’d become my friend, despite my rejection. Who’d shown me all the wonderful ways that we were a perfect match.
And I couldn’t hold the words back any longer.
“I love you,” I whispered into his hair.
“That’s probably just the endorphins talking,” he said softly.
I drew back to look into his eyes. “I’ve wanted to say it for days. I know you probably think it’s too soon, but I do, Jamie. I love you.”
His eyes softened. “I love you too, Hank. I have right from the start.”
I pulled him against me, aware that we were wet and sticky and would need a shower soon and just not caring. For the moment, I wanted to hold the man who’d touched my heart when no one else had.