Not His Kiss to Take (23 page)

“
Okay, angel. Thank you for telling me, though.”

Whew. Did he just miss that bullet? That easy? Hmm… “Does this mean I get to grill you now? Since you aren’t gonna put out?”

“
You don’t have to grill me. If you want to know something, ask.”

Okay, that was unexpectedly effortless. Only now he had no idea what to ask that wouldn’t upset Evan. But Evan didn’t hold back, did he? “You miss being a doctor?”

“
I’m still a doctor. But yes, I miss practicing medicine. All the time.”

“
Stupid migraines.” Jamie still couldn’t wrap his head around that endless-pain thing. “But you haven’t had one since I’ve been here, right?”

At that, Evan smiled hugely. God, he was hot when he smiled. “Right.”

“
So couldya maybe be a doctor again now?”

Evan shook his head. “I’m just…in
remission
. Don’t know for how long, so I’m gonna enjoy it as long as I can. I’m glad you’re here now so you can see me when I’m not all doped up or curled up in the dark and crying. Even if you’re an impatient little hothead who wants everything
right now
.”

“
Remission?” Like cancer? Shit. “That sucks. Sorry. I hope they don’t come back. Ever.”

“
Thanks.”

“
Maybe it’s all the sex curing you.”

Evan laughed. He had such a great laugh. “You think so?”

“
Yeah, I do. So we should probably have some more, ’cause you know what they say, an orgasm a day keeps the migraines away.”

“
And just who is this mysterious
they
you keep quoting? Not that I think they’re wrong. Except that part about duct tape being able to fix everything.”

Yes! Things were back on track. Evan was smiling again, that wonderful one that went straight to his eyes. Oh yeah, they were sparkling big-time. “C’mon, Pervy-Pants, come play with me. Help me with my frustration issues.”

“
Thought you said you didn’t need therapy?”

The ploy was working. Might be an orgasm in his future if he played his cards right, like he had learning cribbage. Time to sweeten the deal. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Jamie wagged one brow suggestively. “I’ll let you have your way with me.”

Yes.
Evan’s eyes darkened immediately. From sparkling to smoldering in two seconds flat. “Be careful what you offer me, lovely boy.”

“
Ooh, so scared.”

“
You are so going to get it,” Evan growled and knocked him back down flat.

About goddamn time! After a few minutes of tickling and wrestling full of illegal moves, bossy Evan came out to play, and hallelujah, he was feeling frisky. His hands turned rough. In a sudden burst of speed and power, Evan tackled him, and Jamie suddenly found himself flipped over onto his belly, face squashed into the slave-labor carpet and Evan biting into his shoulder. “Oh God,” he cried. Why the fuck did Evan manhandling like this him turn him on so much? Weird. But he wanted more of those hands.

“
Oh, you’ll get more.” Sometimes Evan could read his mind—freaky. “I’m going to shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to swallow tomorrow without thinking about me.”

Oh yes, fucking yes. Sometimes when he sucked Evan off, Evan thrust really hard, like he forgot himself and then Jamie couldn’t breathe with that big cock halfway down his throat. It was so intense. Incredible. Made him come so hard in almost hurt. Maybe if he asked Evan, he’d do that to him? Choke him on purpose?

Kinky shit would probably love it.

With practiced ease, Evan twisted his arm up behind his back. Must’ve been the star wrestler in Dom school. “Fucker,” Jamie cursed as Evan pushed it higher, almost to the point of pain but not quite. A few yanks and tugs later and Evan had his jeans and underwear down and his ass exposed. Still keeping his arm twisted, Evan caressed his newly bared cheeks with his free hand.

“
Your hair here is so soft, so fine.”

Compared to Evan’s, it probably was, although Evan’s body hair was quite soft, despite being thicker. Yummy.
Cool it with the homo thoughts, Jamie. It’s just sex.
More and more often lately, Jamie’d been having kissing fantasies. Sometimes he came close to forgetting himself. Evan had a hot and inviting mouth—who would blame him? But no kissing was allowed. That was…gay.

And Jamie wasn’t gay, no matter how much he liked the feel of Evan’s finger wiggling its naughty way between his cheeks. It was that stupid prostate.
Mine must be extra-sensitive or something. And Evan knows exactly where it is.
Wiggling against Evan’s arm, Jamie pushed up a little with his knees, raising his butt to allow for better access.

“
That’s right, baby. Give me your ass.”

“
Pervy bastard,” Jamie huffed. Fucking embarrassing getting caught out like that.

Must be a gay thing, and what was the appeal anyway, but Evan liked looking at his hole, and more so while he poked his fingers into it. Probably imagined sticking his cock in there instead. But never—major gay. And big. But sometimes the idea wasn’t so…ooh. Wet finger, going in. Yes.

For several minutes, Evan violated his ass most thoroughly, adding more spit and a second finger but never doing enough to make him come. “Evan…” Jamie groaned into the carpet. “You said we’d work on my frustration issues.”

“
I did.”

“
Well, I’m getting more frustrated, not less.”

“
That’s too bad. You probably shouldn’t have said I could have my way with you.”

“
Evan!”

“
I love watching my fingers go in and out of your tight little ass.”

Dirty dog.
If he wanted to move this along, he just needed to give Evan a new mental picture to ponder. “Wouldn’t ya rather watch your dick go in and out of my mouth?”

Oh yeah
. Easy pickings.
With a sharp, excited gasp, Evan stopped the wonderful fingering, which sucked, but his suggestion-planting worked. “That what you want? My cock in your mouth?”

“
You couldn’t tell from all the hints?”

“
Well, you’ll never be known for your subtlety.”

“
Nope.” Ha! Evan was all his; his lust darkened eyes gave him away first. Then his hand working at Jamie’s zipper.

“
So…what kind of therapy shall we employ to solve your frustration issues?”

Yes!
Or not… Was that a request for suggestions, or him merely talking to himself, making up his mind?

“
Take off your clothes and wait for me in front of the chair by the window.”

Damn. Talking to himself, then. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. Evan gave his hair a last teasing tug, stood up, and left him alone in the room. Okay. Weird. But Jamie undressed quickly as told and had his clothes piled on the couch before Evan returned with a towel, the bottle of that super slippery lube, a piece of studded leather, and a delightfully evil expression on his face. Just that look alone made Jamie’s dick spring up toward the ceiling.

Smiling wickedly, Evan pointed toward the chair. Bossy dickhead—and what was that leather thing? Jamie moved, but toward the switch that would lower the blinds. Penthouse or not, someone could see in—that chair sat right in front of one huge-assed window.

“
Stop them at the halfway point.”

Half
way? But that would mean anyone as high up as them could see in—ah, the hell with it. Not gonna risk Evan changing his mind and starting in again with his whole stupid
good things come to those who wait
spiel. When the blinds reached the halfway point, Jamie took his hand off the switch. Evan, still smiling, walked over to him, helped himself to a generous handful of hair, and dragged him toward the chair. Fuck. Sparks on his head.

And some lower down too…

“
Move that wing chair over to here,” Evan ordered.

“
But that’ll put it right beside the window!”

“
I know.” Evan pinched his ass. “Do it.”

“
Ow!” Jamie complained. Then he slid the chair over and aligned it parallel with the window. Solid sucker, that chair with the high back. Once the chair had been positioned to Evan’s exacting specifications—Christ, amazing he didn’t go for a tape measure—Evan draped the bath towel over the cushions and tucked it into the crease so it wouldn’t slip off. Jamie felt a touch of apprehension over what would happen next. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling quite so frustrated. “Ah, Evan—”

“
Shut it, sweet thing. You were feeling deprived of attention, so now I’m going to give you some.”

Jamie’s stomach did a little flippy…
thing
. His dick did a get-stiffer-and-leak-with-excitement…
thing
.

“
Kneel on the chair now and brace your hands on the back.”

Damn, oh damn. Since he wasn’t eager to get another butt pinch, Jamie crawled up on the chair and grabbed the towel-draped back with both hands. Why did this make him feel nakeder than naked?

“
Spread your knees farther apart.”

Okay, that sounded kinda…ominous.

“
Would you like me to help you?”

“
No thank you, Dr. Bossy-as-Fuck.” Evan gave him another pinch anyway, probably for lipping off. Or just ’cause he liked to. But fuck. Ouch. Jamie spread his knees apart, each one hugging the arm on either side. His thighs trembled. Mostly with excitement. What the hell was wrong with him?
Turning pervy, Jamie-boy.

“
Good boy.”

“
Prick.”

Evan pushed down on his lower back so his ass stuck out. “Beautiful,” he breathed. He ran a hand over the curve of his ass and down one thigh. Jamie twitched.
I’m buck naked. Bent over. Completely at Evan’s mercy. In front of the goddamned window!
So yeah, twitching seemed a perfectly natural response. Evan’s caressing hand slid between his legs and firmly grabbed his balls.

“
Oh fuck,” Jamie sputtered.

“
Very sweet.” As he fondled his tight and heavy balls, Evan’s wrist and forearm pressed against and partly into his crack. That pressure and the insistent squeezing of his balls made Jamie forget all about being exposed before the huge window. “There—nice and hard for me.”

Yeah, what did ya expect—and you call yourself a doctor. That’s what happens when you play with it.
His dick felt like it was gonna explode. Which meant now Evan wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole. They’d play a few rounds of that annoying waiting game. Bossy Dom was in the house.
Man needs a theme song. What’s a good pick for a sadist?
Clothing tickled his naked skin as Evan moved close beside him, the scratchy contact giving him all-over shivers.

Unexpectedly, another hot hand went at him from the front and wrapped around his cock.
Huh? No waiting game?
Too good to be true or not, Jamie threw his head back and groaned. And God, Evan jacked him just right then, long, hard pulls, he loved those, and that little twist at the end, the one that made everything go—whoa! What the…? “What are you doing?” he gasped.

That piece of black leather was now sliding between Evan’s nimble fingers and around Jamie’s pulsing erection. “Making you wait for good things,” Evan answered. “And this will help slow you down a bit, my little hothead.” Evan tucked the leather under his balls, looped it over the top of his cock, and cinched the ends together using one of the graduated snaps.