“You look so fucking sexy.” He ran a finger along the underside of my erection, making a guttural sound that caused a shiver of anticipation to race down my spine. Then he hooked his fingers in the elastic of my briefs and drew them down.
As my erection sprang free, I tightened my grip in his hair.
“There was a line in that text you sent me the other night.” He wrapped his hand around my cock and angled it toward his mouth. “Let me see if I remember it right: ‘Damn, Jameson, I’d just about die to feel you suck on my dick.’”
Oh shit…
I swallowed as he swiped his thumb over the head of my shaft, then he looked up at me and winked.
“Don’t die, okay?” Jameson lowered his head and sucked me between his lips, and as the warm wet heat of his mouth surrounded me, a moan of ecstasy left me.
I’d dreamed about this moment since the first time we’d met. I’d come home, lain in bed, and imagined how it would feel to have his lips sucking me instead of scowling at me. But there was no need to imagine anymore. Not when Jameson’s mouth was swallowing me, creating a suction unlike anything I’d ever felt.
I twisted my fingers in his hair as he ran his hands around to my ass, then he drew his lips up my length before lowering his head back down.
“Damn. That feels… It feels so damn good, Jameson.” The air was cool on my ultra-sensitive skin as he again withdrew, his cheeks hollowing out as he dragged his lips to my tip. Then he stroked his fist up my wet cock as he flicked his tongue across the head.
A sexy hum came from his throat, as he aimed his eyes up at me and smirked. “Of course you taste as good as you smell.”
I grunted and bumped my hips forward, tempting him to take another taste. He swirled his tongue around me then took me to the back of his throat.
My curse filled the air, the sensation almost too much to take, as Jameson curled his fingers around the straps of my suspenders. When I looked down to see his head moving up and down on me, I lost it.
My head fell back as I began to pump in and out of his mouth, the sounds filling the room like something from one of my dirtiest dreams. My moans mingled with the grunting and sucking coming from the man hellbent on destroying me.
My legs shook, and I could feel my orgasm threatening as I quickened my pace in and out of his mouth.
“Jameson… I’m close,” I said, looking down at him. But he didn’t seem to hear, or care, because he took me so deep that I felt his nose bump up against me.
That was all it took. My orgasm exploded all over his tongue in a hot rush I had no control over.
As my breathing calmed, Jameson slowly drew his lips free, then he flicked open the clips holding my suspenders in place and watched as the straps fell down my arms.
I gently slid my fingers through his hair, then Jameson picked me up off the bed, making me gasp.
I wound my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and he carried me to the side of his bed and tossed me down on it. Then he ran his eyes down my thoroughly disheveled state and grinned.
“So, you still alive, GQ?”
Chapter 26
Jameson
I WAS RIGHT: Ryan tasted as good as he looked, and now that I’d had a sample, I knew there was no going back.
I stared down at him and wondered why I ever thought I’d be able to resist him. His thick brown hair was tousled, his cheeks were flushed from his orgasm, and the picture his body made right now had me palming my hard cock.
With his suspenders gone, Ryan’s naked torso was on full display. He was more toned than built, his body like a swimmer’s, long, lean, and smooth. It made me want to run my tongue over every single inch of him, including the seven or eight I’d just had in my mouth.
His pants were halfway down his ass now, his briefs under his balls, and his delicious dick was stiffening again under my intense once-over.
“So, you still alive, GQ?”
“Mmm.” Ryan sighed and wrapped a hand around himself. “I don’t know. Maybe you should come down here and see if I’m still breathing.”
“That’s not a bad idea, but first I need to…” I turned to my nightstand to get what we needed and spotted a condom and bottle of lube that didn’t belong to me. I picked up the bottle. “You came prepared.”
“It was that or risk not coming at all.” A cheeky grin curved his full lips. “At least, not with you inside me.”
Fuck. I wasn’t sure why—maybe it was the suits and the sweet disposition—but the bold way he just said what he wanted turned me on. He wasn’t shy about asking for it, either, and hell if I wouldn’t give it to him.
I picked up the condom and looked down at him. “Just the one, huh?”
“There’s more in my room.”
I shoved my briefs off, freeing my aching erection. “There’s a box in my nightstand too. Good thing.” I tore open the wrapper and rolled it on. “’Cause once I get inside you, I have a feeling I’m gonna want to do it over and over again.”
“Yes…” Ryan licked his lips and pumped his hips off the bed.
As much as I wanted to draw this out, I didn’t have it in me to wait. Judging by the greedy way Ryan was eyeing my cock, he didn’t want to either. I uncapped the lube and poured some into my palm, and Ryan held his hand out to me.
I poured some into his hand, then said, “Roll over. Move up on the bed.”
Ryan’s eyes darkened as he stroked himself a couple times, then he rolled over and moved up to his hands and knees. I hooked my fingers into his remaining clothing and slowly removed them from his body.
Jesus, if I’d thought he looked good sprawled out half-naked on his back, that was nothing compared to seeing him on all fours with his clothes bunched at his knees. He looked like something straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever had.
“I’ve thought about this so many times. You better fucking brace yourself.”
Ryan’s fingers curled into the covers as I climbed on the bed behind him and stroked my slippery fingers down the cleft of his ass.
Ryan’s cheeks flexed. “Ah,” he sighed as I stroked the pad of my thumb over his entrance. Then he rocked back a little, letting me know he wanted more. I massaged his tight little hole several times over, teasing and tormenting him. “Jameson, please…”
I gently pushed one of my fingers into him, then added a second. I made sure he was nice and stretched, slipping my fingers in and out of him until I found that sweet spot that made him curse.
Ryan reached for his dick and gave it a rough stroke as he shoved back into me.
I pulled my fingers free and stroked him again with my thumb, applying pressure while I made sure he was ready to take me. I got my answer when he looked back over his shoulder and eyed my stiff dick.
“I’m ready.”
I spread his round cheeks and lined myself up, and Ryan planted both hands on the mattress. I slowly guided the head of my cock to his waiting hole, and as I pushed past that first barrier, a loud moan echoed throughout the room.
“Fuckin’ hell you’re tight.” I could see the muscles in Ryan’s arms tense as I eased my way inside and leaned down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Relax, GQ. Let me in.”