“Jameson.”
“Feels good, GQ. Real fuckin’ good.”
He continued to kiss and suck his way down to the open collar of my shirt as I worked him. When I brushed my thumb over the head of his cock, he thrust his hips up and cursed.
Shit. Jameson was so damn hot, and when he dropped his head back on the couch and shut his eyes, I couldn’t resist. I bent down and slid my tongue across his lower lip, and Jameson growled. The sound vibrated through me, and a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as he parted his lips and I slipped inside.
I rubbed my tongue up against his and moved my hand a little faster. His pre-cum was making a mess of my hand as I rocked above him, grinding down, and I could feel the same sticky mess inside my pants.
I wasn’t stopping, though. Jameson wasn’t the kind of guy who trusted easily, and now that I had him where I’d always wanted him, I wasn’t going anywhere until he finally gave in and let himself go.
I nipped at his lower lip and sucked it into my mouth. His pupils were dilated with his arousal, and as I continued to move over the top of him, he slipped his hands inside the back of my pants to palm my naked ass.
“Ah…” I tore my mouth free then shifted back a fraction to look down, and saw a dark grey spot on my pants, making my own arousal evident.
“Come on, GQ. Finish us off.”
I crushed my lips down onto his again as I tightened my fist and moved over the top of him. He groaned as though he was deep inside me and thrust his hips up off the couch. I tightened my legs around his hips so I could grind down on him even harder, then his body tensed and he ripped his mouth free. A loud curse left his lips as he slammed his eyes shut, then he exploded all over my hand.
He was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life, and when his fingers flirted with the very place I wanted him most, I lost it. I bucked against him, using his body to create the final friction I needed, then I came in a hot, sticky rush all over my pants.
Jameson opened his eyes and gave a satisfied smirk.
“What?”
He tugged me forward on his lap, and now that the fervor had settled, I squirmed at the mess between us. I soon forgot about it, though, when Jameson kissed along my jaw to my ear.
“That was fucking hot.”
I sighed, a delicious lethargy now taking me over as I settled into him. “Yeah, it was.”
Jameson ran his hand under my shirt. “There’s only one thing that could’ve made it hotter.”
“And what’s that?”
He chuckled and pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “Your suspenders.”
Chapter 23
Jameson
MY NECK WAS killing me and my left arm had gone numb when I opened my eyes the next morning and found myself on the loveseat with Ryan, who was stretched out alongside me.
Last night had been… Well, it’d been fucking amazing. After our make-out session on the couch, we’d ordered in and watched movies for the rest of the night. There could’ve been weirdness or some kind of expectation that things go further, but there was none of that.
The two of us seemed to settle into one another in a way I’d never experienced before. Usually, I was an in-and-out kind of guy because whenever you lingered, things got awkward. But not with Ryan.
We’d had a hell of a week between my being sick and his taking care of me, and after coming through that and getting his text, this was where we had landed, and for now, it felt right.
I closed my eyes and inhaled, taking in his delicious scent, and reminded myself to tread carefully. I wasn’t looking for a relationship here, and just because we’d had a good night, that didn’t mean things would stay that way. I knew what I was, and wasn’t, capable of giving. So for now I’d just play it cool, see what he wanted out of this, and, while I was at it, I’d try not to fuck this whole thing up.
Ryan shifted on the couch, scooting his hips back into mine, and in the soft lounge pants he’d changed into, his tight ass might as well be naked. My erection throbbed inside my sweats as his sweet cheeks cradled me, and I rubbed myself up against him.
Ryan hummed as he buried his face into my arm, and I wrapped my other one around his waist.
“Good morning.”
“Mornin’.”
Ryan stretched his legs and back, then groaned. “Uh, this couch isn’t very comfy.”
I chuckled. “Agreed. I’m going to have a definite crick in my neck today.”
Ryan went to move, but I tightened my grip.
“Where’d you think you’re going?”
“I didn’t realize how uncomfortable you must be. Your arm has to be—”
“Numb? Yeah, but if the trade-off is your ass hugging my dick, I’m happy to let it stay that way.”
“Stop it. Let me move.”
As he started wriggling around, I grunted and shifted until I was on my back with my head on a pillow, and he was wedged between my legs. He placed his palms on my chest and rested his chin on the back of his hands to stare up at me.
“See, this is better. We’re comfortable, and now I can see you.”
I rocked my hips up into him, rubbing myself against his morning erection. “I don’t know if I’d call this comfortable.”
Ryan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “No?” He leaned up and nuzzled into the scruff of my beard. “Maybe I could make us more comfortable?”
“I’m sure you could.” I trailed my hands down to his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “But I have to go to work this morning.”
“Oh shit.” Ryan pushed up so he could look at me. “I forgot you work on the weekends.”
“Sometimes. This is one of those times.”
“This is why I need your schedule on the fridge,” he said as he climbed off me. “So I don’t start something we can’t finish.”
So we would be doing this again. Good to know. I sat up on the couch and looked up at him. In his lounge pants and shirt he was tempting as fuck, and the frown on his face only added to that. “Are you pouting?”
“No.” Ryan crossed his arms, giving me a clear view of his long, lean body and erection.
I got to my feet and drew him in close to me. “Do you have plans tonight?”
“Not anymore, since you’re going to work.”
A smile slowly crossed my lips.
“You don’t have to look so happy about it.”
“I’m not happy. I was just thinking that yesterday you walked out for work leaving me hard as a rock, so I guess today it’s your turn.”
“I didn’t do that on purpose.”
“And I didn’t do this”—I ran my hand over the front of his pants—“on purpose either.”
Ryan softly moaned as he uncrossed his arms and reached down to press my hand harder against him. “But you’re gone for twenty-four hours. That’s forever. What am I going to do all day and night?”
“Nothing with this,” I said, and gave him a squeeze before letting him go. “I want that when I get home. Now, I need to go get ready.”
Ryan grumbled as I headed off into my room to change. When I walked back out to the kitchen, the smell of coffee filled the air. Ryan glanced over his shoulder from the open fridge. “Do you have time for breakfast?”