Good luck tonight, and if you need inspiration, just think, WWGD? LOL
Now that was the damn truth. Gabe didn’t have a shy bone in his body. When he saw something he wanted, he went after it, no holds barred, and as far as I could tell, it had gotten him everything he’d ever wanted.
Not a second later, a text from Jude popped up: Or better yet, just start taking your clothes off.
Words of wisdom if ever I’d heard them. But I couldn’t help my smile as I headed down the hall. If it wasn’t for these two, I never would’ve sent that text last night, and Jameson never would’ve made the first move. Now all that was left to find out was if there’d be a second.
When I reached the door, I took another deep breath to steady myself. I pushed it open to find Jameson lounging back on one of the loveseats with his feet propped up on the ottoman.
He looked relaxed, sexy, and fresh from the shower. His dark hair was still damp where it was pushed back from his face, and he was wearing a pair of worn jeans and a black tee. He was the hottest thing I’d ever come home to.
“Hey there, GQ.”
“Hi.” I ran my hand up and down the strap of my messenger bag for something to do, otherwise I might just run over there and grab him.
“Did you have a good day at work?”
My lips twitched, the question so small talk, so…not Jameson. “It was long. You?”
“My day was long too. You hungry?”
“No.”
“Tired?”
“No.”
He put his feet on the floor and sat forward on the edge of the seat. “You gonna stand by the door all night?”
Without taking my eyes off him, I walked over to the coat rack and hung my bag, then I went to work on the buttons of my coat.
“Wait a second.”
My hands froze. I turned to face Jameson, who crooked a finger at me.
“Come over here.”
My cock jerked at the order. As I got closer, Jameson spread his legs. I could see the outline of his erection behind his jeans, and had to bite down on my lip to stop from moaning.
Not about to play coy, I moved between his legs, the spot I most wanted to be. Jameson said nothing as he slid the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, then he reached for the bottom button of my coat.
One by one he began to unfasten the buttons until the lapels fell wide. “Take it off, GQ. I want to look at you.”
As I shrugged out of my coat, Jameson leaned back on the couch and rubbed his palm over his hard-on.
“You know, you aren’t the only one who’s been having dreams about this, us. That first night, I went home and tried to find a distraction to take my mind off you.” Jameson’s eyes roved over me. “I got on this app and looked around for a hookup who wore a suit just as well as you, and guess who I found?”
No. There was no way he meant—
“That’s right, I found your profile. The one with the half-naked suit shots. And I gotta tell you, I’ve been wanting to see that up close and personal ever since.”
Damn. I reached for my tie to loosen it a little, and Jameson smirked.
“Sure you don’t want to unwind and have dinner first?”
The only thing I was hungry for was lounging back on my loveseat. “No. We had a deal.” Suddenly all I could think about was getting my hands on him. “You said when I got home tonight that I could touch you wherever I like.”
“And where do you like, GQ?”
Everywhere? But if I had to choose… I gestured to the zipper of his jeans. “You know what I want.”
His smirk told me that he did. “Undo your tie.”
I slid the silk knot free, but as I went to pull it from my neck, Jameson shook his head.
“No. Leave it hanging, just like the photo. Now the shirt. Pull it free and unbutton it.”
Shit, this was all kinds of hot. When I’d thought about what might happen tonight, I figured it would be hard and fast and over with before I could even catch my breath. But Jameson had flipped the script and slowed this all the way down.
I pulled my shirt free and slowly unbuttoned it.
“Fuck, GQ. You weren’t supposed to look this good.”
Feeling more confident than ever, I reached for my belt buckle, but then stopped when I realized Jameson hadn’t moved. “Fair’s fair—undo your jeans.”
He chuckled but did as requested. When his tight black briefs came into view, I shut my eyes and told myself, Don’t come before you touch him. Don’t come before he touches you.
When I finally opened them again, his hand was inside his briefs and his eyes on my belt.
“Your turn.”
I quickly unfastened the buckle, and in keeping with the theme of this little strip show, I left it in place as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.
“That’s it, right there. That’s the fucking photo.”
I knew exactly which image he was talking about. Gabe had taken it in an attempt to “get me out there,” and considering where I now found myself, I couldn’t help but think I might need to send him a gift basket.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked at that photo.”
“Just looked?”
“What do you think?” Jameson’s hand began to slowly move up and down under the tight fabric. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let this happen with you.”
Oh, screw that. “You promised you wouldn’t end up in my bed.”
Jameson opened his mouth as though he were about to argue, then smirked. “A technicality…”
“A pretty important one, as far as I’m concerned. You said nothing about letting this happen on my couch. So about this deal we made this morning…”
“I remember.”
“Good. Because I really want to touch you.”
“Fucking hell.” Jameson groaned. “I don’t know why I thought you’d be shy.”
I grinned as I ran my eyes down over him. “I don’t know either. But I can’t touch you if you’re wearing your jeans.”
“Are you asking me to take them off?”
“I’m asking you to please get them out of my way.”
“Politely pushy…” Jameson removed his hand and then hooked his thumbs into either side of the denim, then he thrust his hips up off the couch and shoved his jeans and briefs down under his ass.
As his naked body came into view, I groaned, because wow—the picture he made was sexy. In his tight black tee and jeans pulled down to mid-thigh, his thick, luscious cock stood up erect and proud, as it should.
“GQ?”
My pulse was racing as I dragged my eyes up to his. “Yeah?”
“Get your fucking hands on me before I go crazy.”
Without a second thought, I climbed onto the couch and his lap, settling in so my knees were wedged onto either side of his hips. The position had me a little taller than he was, so once I was balanced on his thighs, I looked down between us. I could see his erection nestled up against the crotch of my pants. Before either one of us could decide this was a bad idea, I reached down and wrapped my hand around him.
“Ah hell.” Jameson’s head fell back on the couch as I tightened my grip and began to stroke.
He smoothed his hands around my waist to my ass, and I felt his lips making their way down the side of my neck. I braced myself on the back of the couch with my other hand and angled my head to the side.