Not His Kiss to Take (19 page)

Big.

Suck it.

It’s not gay…it’s just giving back pleasure. He did you—fuck, did he ever. And if you do him back, you’ll never wonder again. You’ll know. What it feels like, what it tastes like.

“
Touch me,” Evan asked. His voice sounded hopeful and a little breathless. “Please?”

Just pleasure. Tit for tat. Give and take.
Play fair.
Rolling onto his side, Jamie reached out and touched Evan’s chest, two fingertips only tracing the curve of his pectoral and threading through the dark, curly hair. Something about that hairiness fascinated him, masculine yet soft. An unaccountable shyness wrapped around him, a weight upon his shoulders. His fingers trembled a little. “You’ll, um, tell me if I do it wrong?”

Evan laughed softly. “Angel, there is no wrong. Go ahead and explore. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you, ’kay?”

“
Yeah?”

“
Mm-hmm. But I’m sure I’ll like whatever you do.”

Yeah, sure.
Jamie found that hard to believe. How could Evan possibly enjoy his fumbling caresses? Men probably crawled at his feet, gay men who knew what to do and how to do it, like that kinky boyfriend. But…
maybe
? Evan’s lips still held that ghost of a smile, the sweet one, the
pleased
one.

What the hell.

That nipple torture Evan had performed on him had felt fucking awesome, almost made him come, like there was a direct line running between them and his cock. What would if feel like to tease one of Evan’s small buds with his tongue? Leaning forward, pressing his semisoft and saliva-wet cock against Evan’s hip, he fingered the small nub. It instantly puckered. Remembering the hot spike of pleasure it had given him, Jamie pinched it. Evan hissed.

Wow.

That one small sound did it. Gave Jamie confidence to continue, and, empowered, he gave in to the competing swells of desire and curiosity. His fingers grew bolder, his pinches harder, and his caresses rougher. As he explored, Evan’s eyes drifted shut. His breathing sped up. Thrill replaced Jamie’s shyness because Evan gave in to sensation too, wholly putting himself into Jamie’s inexperienced hands. The man was fearless. And touch by touch, a piece of that shadowy other half of Evan’s personality revealed its dark side to Jamie.

His skin is so soft. Not like a girl’s softness—there’s a difference; the texture’s a bit coarser. Smells muskier too—sexier. Wonder what he’ll taste like?
In anticipation, his mouth watered.
Whoa.
Lower down, his cock stirred to life again. Evan’s nipple beckoned to his lips and Jamie leaned in, opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, and licked.

There was little taste, no salty remnant of sweat on that little protrusion. Tonguing it seemed to drive Evan crazy, though. Fascinated by both the feel of that hard nub brushing against his taste buds and Evan’s wild reaction, Jamie licked again, pushing his tongue out farther until he hit musky, salty skin.
Oh God.
Fire on his tongue!
How can this taste so good and nobody told me about it?
The more he licked, the harder Evan’s cock got. As did Jamie’s. Wasn’t long before his cock prodded Evan in the hip and Evan’s poked him right back in the side.

Following instinct, fear and hesitation forgotten, Jamie let his tongue lead him. Darkly excited by what he was doing, he laved both nipples and every square inch of skin in between, finally pausing to catch a breath. Evan’s cock throbbed hard and ready.
I’m doing that to him.
The swirling smells aroused him, that unfamiliar combination of sweat, musk, male arousal, and the perfume of Evan’s own personal scent, beguiling and spellbinding. Heady. The taut skin on the flared head blushed dark with blood, and without hesitation, Jamie touched it.

“
Oh fuck,
yes
,” Evan hissed.

Precum leaked out the slit, slippery and familiar. Curious, Jamie swirled his finger in the slickness, then circled the head and brushed across the tip. Slippery as hell. Blood-hot pearls of wetness leaked faster as he glided his fingers over the slit.
The softest skin I’ve ever touched.
He enclosed the fat head between his thumb and forefinger. Evan writhed. His hips bucked. “Stroke me,” Evan begged.
Begged.

Do it. Stroke him—make him come. Watch him come.
Jamie stroked, gently at first and then confidently squeezing tighter and faster—it was always better faster. Heat built in his hand, the friction tempered by the slipperiness of precum. Not slick enough.
Needs spit.
Erect again, his cock agreed. The urge to taste—to suck—overpowered his last remaining reservations. He slid lower on the bed, because he wasn’t nearly as bendy as Evan, stuck his tongue out, and tasted the smooth skin. Saliva filled his mouth. His first-ever sample of that illicit spice danced hotly across his tongue. A primal whimper came out of his throat, the sound of excitement unleashed.

“
Jesus Christ, Jamie,” Evan gasped. “Don’t stop!”

Stop?
Why the hell would I do that? I think…I like it. Yes, it’s fucking good.
The sleek fat head butted against his almost-healed bottom lip. Evan was so…
big
. Parting his moist lips, Jamie let it slide in. The bitter flavor of that leaking fluid exploded in his mouth. Evan grabbed him by the head. Fingers tangled in his hair, then squeezed tightly, possessively. A new fire flared to life low in Jamie’s belly, another orgasm building—fuck no, not building—
there
. His skin flushed with heat, and he could barely suck in his breath.

“
Suck me,” Evan begged. “Please, Jamie.
Fuck—please.
Suck me.”

I will.

The plump head fit tightly inside his mouth. Saliva now flooded his mouth. Jamie was suddenly so aroused again, he slobbered around the fullness. Evan tugged harder on his hair, creating little sparks of pain—absurdly pleasurable sparks stinging on his scalp. Evan knew lots of tongue acrobatics, but all Jamie could manage was an occasional flick of his tongue as more of Evan’s cock filled his mouth, stretching it wide. Evan pumped his hips, then held his head and shoved harder.

Too much! Too thick, too fast, and
fuck
—too deep! Jamie’s throat rebelled. He gagged. His throat seized painfully and closed. His eyes watered. Evan stopped shoving more length in but still kept him held by the hair, pinned in place.

“
Relax!” Evan advised on a groan. “Breathe through your nose.”

I can’t! Let go of me!
Sensing his distress, Evan pulled out. Jamie gasped for breath, and Evan panted. The fingers in his hair loosened, but Jamie really liked the intensity of those tugs, the sparks going off like fireworks under his skin. So dirty.

“
Maybe I should let you steer,” Evan said. His stunning eyes opened wider. His pupils were huge. “You like that? My pulling your hair? Yeah, I think you like it.”

Since he was mindless and still slobbering a little, Jamie nodded.

“
Good, ’cause I’ve wanted to get my hands in it since the first minute I saw you.” His voice came out in a low growl. Evan grabbed Jamie’s hand and pulled it to cover his cock, curving his fingers around the base. “Stroke me—nice and firm.” Jamie slid his fingers and palm up the thick shaft and back down again. “Yeah, like that—good and hard. Slide your thumb there—yes—right there. Now suck in the head and keep stroking. I won’t be able to give you too much length if your hand’s in my way.”

Jamie did as he was told. Strangely, in bed, anyway, it seemed he liked it when Evan got all bossy on him. It turned out to be much easier just taking the head and only a little of the long shaft. After a few strokes, his gag reflex relaxed. With each stroke, Jamie smacked his own lips with his fist and didn’t care—even that felt good. Evan went crazy again and moaned loudly with enjoyment. His hips kept bucking up, but he’d been right; with Jamie’s hand around the shaft and stroking him senseless, Evan couldn’t shove it all in and choke him.

So good…
Light-headed, a little breathless, and a lot horny, Jamie writhed and wriggled against the sheet, rubbing his cock back and forth. Evan grunted sounds, half words of praise and encouragement. Unused to the strange, thick invasion, Jamie’s jaw began to ache. Since he jacked off a lot, his hand didn’t tire, though.
Am I doing it right? Fuck. Makes me wanna come again, sucking him.

“
Jamie!” Evan gasped. “So close! You’re gonna make me come. Suck harder.”

Wasn’t like Jamie couldn’t tell that himself—Evan’s thighs trembled and quivered like his did when he was close. The upward thrust of Evan’s cock drove Jamie’s clenched fist into his lips so hard he felt the bruise forming.

“
Grab your cock and stroke it,” Evan demanded. “Come on, angel, you can come again. With me this time. C’mon, grab that beautiful thing and squeeze.”

Yesss…
Why hadn’t Jamie thought of that? He shifted awkwardly and thrust his cock up into his own eager and waiting hand. With his shaft still damp from the wet velvet of Evan’s mouth and leaking precum again, his erection slid easily in his sweaty hand. Jamie moaned and whimpered around the thick meat in his mouth.

“
That’s it…yes!” Evan grunted. His fingers tore through Jamie’s hair, brutally yanking his head up and down. Then Evan jerked once, tensed all over, and came undone.

So much cum spurted out so quickly, so hotly, Jamie couldn’t swallow it. As Evan’s cock pulsed and pumped into his mouth. He gagged, gasped, and choked as bitter heat shot down his throat, the excess spilling out his the corners of his mouth. In the midst of this chaos, unable to breathe, unable to move his trapped and tightly pinned head, Jamie climaxed again.

Sticky ropes of his own spunk spurted wildly to coat his clenching fingers, a violent shower, with gobs splattering Evan’s leg, Jamie’s belly, and the sheet below. As he choked, the lack of air turning everything a dizzy white, Evan released his head, and Jamie rode out the last spasms of his orgasm in a partial faint, the pleasure of coming while slightly oxygen deprived blowing his mind to oblivion.

When he came back to himself, it was to the delightful sensation of Evan gently stroking his fingers through his hair, soothing the sparks he’d ignited at the roots and caressing down to his nape. “Oh my God,” Jamie groaned.

“
My sentiments exactly,” Evan groaned back.

Jamie’s lips stung. Sticky cum coated his face. Felt like gobs of jizz were still stuck in his throat. And the taste! Bitter and sweet doing a sexy tango on his tongue. “I think…I think I almost passed out.”

Chuckling softly, Evan wound a lock of hair around his finger and gave a small tug. Sparks! “You’re supposed to breathe, angel.”

“
I tried to,” he grumbled. Fuck, his jaw ached something fierce. “But you came so damned much you started choking me.”

Evan laughed softly. “Felt fucking fantastic.”

“
And then I couldn’t swallow fast enough, and you wouldn’t let go of my head.” Jamie paused—
shit
—he still hadn’t caught his breath. “And then I was coming and…oh my God!” A powerful aftershock struck, and Jamie’s hips jerked. “Fuck,” he gasped. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.” Which, Jamie decided, was the absolute truth.
I didn’t even come that hard when I lost my virginity to Chrissy Phelps, and she just about broke my eardrum screaming “faster” in my ear the whole time.

“
Come up here,” Evan said, opening his arms in invitation.

Mustering all of his remaining energy, Jamie dragged his spent body upward and collapsed into the crook of Evan’s arm, uncaring that his face fell onto slightly sweaty skin. Even exhausted, Jamie had to suppress the urge to lick the still-hard nipple in front of him. It should have felt weird getting cuddled by a man, but oddly, it didn’t. It felt good.
Really good.