Chapter 20 #2
Eyes still hooded, Jamie nods, crawling to the top of the bed and throwing a leg over me. The sight is carnal, a wet dream I'd never allowed myself to have.
As he eases down on me, I bite my lip, trying to stop the moan in my throat.
“Let me hear you, baby.”
I open my eyes to meet his, running my hands up his chest, pinching his nipples along the way. He sets a pace that is just a hair slower than what my body wants, frustrating in just the right way. I sit up, wrapping my arms around his waist, fucking up into his body.
My hands travel back to his ass, squeezing for a moment. Completely unbidden, my right hand lifts, coming down to smack lightly on his flank.
Shit. What if he’s not into that? I should ask first, right? One of his hands winds up into my hair, pulling it, bringing my head back from where it’s been nestled in the crease of his neck.
“Fuck, E. That was so hot.”
I lift my left hand this time, bringing it down with a little more intention. He moans, tugging on my hair again, the burn at the roots building heat within me.
I don't know whether it's the spanking or the friction as his dick rubs against my belly, but Jamie’s control seems to break entirely.
Instead of the leisurely pace of before, he rides me like his life depends on it.
The sounds of his skin against mine are crass, and for a moment I worry fleetingly about someone overhearing.
Then he kisses me and all thoughts are gone from my head. I pull away, and the words start to fall freely from my lips.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. You look so good. Ride my dick like you were made for it. Like it was made for you. So close. Gonna come so hard inside of you.”
At that, his breath catches on a gasp, his head falling back as he paints his abs and mine with his cum. His ass pulses tight around me and suddenly I'm there, coming so hard I see flashes of light. I fall back against the headboard, bringing Jamie with me, desperately trying to catch my breath.
“Fuck.” I say, unable to think of anything more than that.
I still have Jamie beat, as he simply moans against my chest. As tempted as I am to stay here, I can already feel his cum going itchy as it dries.
“We gotta get cleaned up or we'll be glued together.”
He pulls away slowly, wincing along the way. I'm not sure whether it's the drying cum or his ass causing the grimace. Gingerly, he lifts his leg back up and over me, sprawling on the bed on his back, covering his face with his forearm.
I stand, slipping the condom off, then tying it off and wadding it up in some tissues before placing it in the trash can.
Hopefully housekeeping doesn't get too curious.
I head back into the bathroom, jumping in the shower quickly to rinse off the cum and sweat.
I brush my teeth, then head back into the room.
Jamie hasn't moved an inch, still sprawled across the bed, limbs starfished. It's tempting to leave him there, but I know he'll want to wash up. I pull on a pair of boxer briefs then walk over to him, gently rubbing his thigh. He moans groggily, flipping over to his stomach.
“Jamie, you should grab a shower, yeah?”
He pushes up on his forearms, looking around as if uncertain of where he is.
“Jesus, Cap. You fucked the brains right out of me.”
I laugh at that.
“Pretty sure you were the one doing the fucking, Carter.”
He chuckles, and finally regains consciousness enough to push himself entirely up and off the bed. He wobbles a bit on his way to the bathroom, and I wonder if I should be following him.
“You good? Need any help in there?”
A laugh bursts out of him.
“No offense, Ethan, but I'm not sure I'd survive any more help.”
Fair point.
I hear the shower turn on and pull the sheets back on my bed.
Crawling in, I plug in my phone, making sure my alarm is set in plenty of time for tomorrow morning's ice time.
Before long, the water shuts off and Jamie comes out of the bathroom, his hair damp and curling from the shower.
He heads to his duffel and dons a pair of basketball shorts, then turns to his bed.
Our eyes both turn to the wreckage we've left. The black silicone plug is still nested in the white cotton sheets and a sweat mark shows where I laid as he rode me. Next to it, there's the wet spot from where he faceplanted into the bed, cum still thick on his chest and abs.
“Huh.”
His eyes are still unfocused as he stares at the bed, as though he's not quite regained his wits yet. Finally, I take pity on him, patting the bed next to me.
“Looks like you're sharing with me tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
In the morning, something tickles my face. As I blink awake, I realize it's Jamie's hair. That same curl that beckoned me on the bus is draped across my nose, as though I've burrowed my face into his hair overnight. His leg is sandwiched between mine, his nose nestled into the crease of my neck.
I’ve never really cuddled, never really had the chance to. It definitely wasn’t part of what Trent and I had, and since then it’s been nothing but hookups. It’s sweatier than I thought, but also…nicer?
For the first time, it strikes me how sad it is, this sex life of mine. Thirty-two years old, and just finding out what it’s like to cuddle? What it’s like to have truly remarkable sex? That’s what last night was — the kind of sex you only have when you already know someone, when you like them.
Part of my brain is trying to freak out, trying to tell me to end this now.
But a bigger part of me wants to sink into the experience, to enjoy it while I can.
Because that's the thing – I know it won't be for long.
What out twenty-three year old superstar is going to want to be stuck with a closeted old man?
But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy this while it lasts.