Biting on his bottom lip in concentration and avoiding eye contact, Jaymes undid the buttons of Nathan’s shirt. His single-minded attentiveness felt damn sexy. When he had removed Nathan’s shirt and undershirt, his hands went to Nathan’s belt, slowing but firmly undoing the buckle before unbuttoning his jeans and forcing them to his knees, but carefully avoiding touching Nathan’s tenting boxers. Jaymes appeared to savour this power play, his breathing deepening noticeably. On his way back up—whether by accident or not—he smoothed a cheek against the cotton cloth restraining Nathan’s erection where a damp spot had leaked. Straightening, he crushed their lips together again before raising Nathan by the shoulders and shifting him bodily towards the headboard. Crouching again, he slid off Nathan’s jeans then crawled up his body, locking their mouths in another powerful kiss. Jaymes broke the embrace before leaning back and yanking Nathan’s arms above his head. In turn, he swiped his tongue across each armpit before nuzzling each of Nathan’s nipples, wetly tonguing the gooseflesh skin before nipping gently on the nub, bringing each fully erect. Nathan finally squirmed, moaning aloud with pleasure.
“You’ve got too many clothes on, Jaymes.”
“Shh.”
Jaymes straddled Nathan’s thighs, rhythmically pushing his groin into Nathan’s while unbuttoning his own shirt and, with no undershirt beneath, revealing the brown blond hairs of his defined chest for the second time that evening. Broad-shouldered and sporting a flat stomach, Jaymes had a small tattoo on one side of the crease leading down to his groin, which looked like a dog or a wolf.
Hell, thought Nathan, the man put on a better show than a stripper.
Nathan yearned to touch and feel, suck and taste him, and run his hands over Jaymes’ incredible body. But he’d had strict instructions. No touching—not yet. Eventually, Jaymes pushed off the mattress and began pulling down his trousers and underwear until he stood buck naked except for the leather bands hanging from both wrists. While he stood appraising Nathan’s body, one hand smoothed down his body to his groin. Nathan couldn’t help his intake of breath, his pleasure at the sight of Jaymes’ body and generously proportioned cock, standing to attention, gripped in a fist and aimed at Nathan.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day I met you,” said Jaymes, toppling slightly before stepping out of the jeans around his ankles and coming forward, his blue eyes darkened with need.
“Have you?”
“Or be fucked by you, if you’d prefer—”
“No. Have me. That’s what I want, what I need.”
“Yeah?” he said, reaching now and pulling Nathan’s boxers down, watching as his erection sprang free, all the while admiring the view. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Nate. Everything about you.”
Jaymes climbed onto the mattress again, planting soft kisses on each of Nathan’s thighs, breathing hot breath onto Nathan’s straining erection—but never once touching. Drawing his tongue up from his stomach to between his pectorals, he licked then nipped at his nipples. By the time he had lined up their bodies, his scorching cock smoothing up the length of Nathan’s own, his face hovering over him, Nathan was ready to come undone. But a question kept nagging at him, demanding attention despite the inappropriate timing.
“Why the hesitation earlier?”
Jaymes huffed softly and looked away. Nathan cursed himself, worried that his inquisitiveness had spoiled the moment until he felt the hardness of Jaymes’ erection rub against him again.
“Forget I asked,” said Nathan, reaching a hand around Jaymes’ neck.
“No, it’s fine,” said Jaymes, resisting the embrace. “Polly warned me off you. You’ve been through enough, she said, and you don’t need a flake like me getting under your skin. Her words. I told her I had no intention of getting under your skin, only into your pants. I won’t repeat her response. But I promised. The problem is, not only do I find you irresistible, but my usually rock steady willpower is defective around you.”
Once again Jaymes brought their mouths together and probed his eager tongue into Nathan’s, exploring, smoothing and teasing. Jaymes tasted of beer and sour Thai sauce and pure need. After a few molten seconds, Jaymes pulled away.
“But I get that it’s been a long time. If you want, we don’t have to go all the way.”
Nathan felt Jaymes’ erection nudge between his legs again, and a tingle filled his stomach, his arse cheeks clenching involuntarily with longing. Most of his previous encounters—and he could count them on one hand—had been fast and messy. He and Clifton had never gotten past blow jobs and mutual masturbation. If only for one night, he wanted everything with Jaymes.
“I want to go all the way. There and back.”
“Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah, but you’re going to have to take it slow.”
“Slow is my speciality. “
“Condoms and lube are in the bedside drawer.”
When Jaymes rolled to one side and opened to the drawer, Nathan shuffled farther up the bed. Jaymes lost no time and, after throwing the items onto a pillow, rolled their bodies back together. Holding Nathan’s head in both hands, he planted kisses across his face before delving into his mouth. Jaymes liked to kiss, which was fine by Nathan because he loved being kissed by him.
“Am I allowed to move yet?” asked Nathan after a rare pause.
Jaymes laughed playfully. Hot breath bathed Nathan’s left ear when he spoke.
“Knock yourself out.”
Nathan rolled them over and straddled a chuckling Jaymes. This time, Nathan took his time to drink in the man beneath him. When he reached down and grabbed a handful of Jaymes’ erection, the bigger man’s eyes widened, his grin dissolving. Nathan watched Jaymes’ expression fill with need before he closed his eyes. Lost in the sensation, he sucked in a breath and bucked his hips repeatedly into Nathan’s grip. His heart thumping, Nathan made his way down Jaymes’ body, eventually stopping and hovering over Jaymes’ cock. Maybe he wasn’t so skilled at other things, but he knew a thing or two about giving blow jobs—or so he’d been told by a certain move star. Keeping his grip on Jaymes’ shaft, he drew his tongue slowly from root to tip, tracing bulging veins before licking repeatedly around the ridge.
“Bastard,” hissed Jaymes.
