Not His Kiss to Take (24 page)

“
Evan! What the hell…” Jamie’s voice hitched a little as he looked down at the thing now wrapped securely around his very hard, throbbing dick and captured balls. Shocked, he slapped a hand down and touched the warming leather. It felt kinda soft, but the studs—

“
Hands off!” Dr. Bossy-Dick-Torturer snapped. “Put them back up on the chair right now.”

“
But, Ev…” His hands grabbed the chair back all by themselves while his eyes remained glued to the medieval-looking contraption strangling his poor, defenseless dick. “You—it—what…?”

Tight!

But it still felt amazing—groan inducing—when Evan began stroking his cock again with one hand while running inquisitive fingers over the shiny silver studs with the other.

“
It’s a cock ring. And I have to say, it looks magnificent on you.”

Cock ring? Okay, he’d heard of those…

“
Look how wonderful you are,” Evan breathed onto his shoulder, voice low and sexy. “Your skin just glows.” Evan licked his neck. “So perfect.”

The praise, more than the lick, sent warm shivers of delight down Jamie’s back. Goose bumps broke out on his skin, and, despite being stark naked, he started to feel hot. Sweaty. Loose limbed—like he’d been drinking. The temperature of the skin between his balls and the weeping red head of dick simmered somewhere near the melting point. His lips felt ready to burst, so he licked them.

What are you doing to me, Evan? What is that thing, that evil little black ring, doing to me? I think you’ve set me on fire.

And Jamie realized he didn’t want Evan to take the tight ring off, didn’t want him to douse the flames before they consumed him.

Evan’s breath, heavier with arousal, washed over him, across his cheek, and just that simple thing caused his nipples to tighten, tingle, and ache. Still keeping one hand, one rough
thumb
, sliding over his cockhead, Evan undressed, awkwardly, one-handed. Anticipating that he’d soon be leaning over the arm and taking Evan’s big cock deep into his throat, Jamie’s mouth began to water. A jostle, a wiggle, and a kick, possibly of his pants, and Evan was as naked as Jamie and radiating heat Jamie felt along his entire back. “Evan…” he groaned.

“
Shh, angel. This is going to be so good. Just wait and see.”

Fucker.
Jamie was going to die, playing the waiting game, and he’d go blind first.
Wait and see, my ass.

Fingers tangled in his hair and squeezed.
Yes, mmm, yes.
Sparks and flames. Better combination than rum and Coke. Moans escaped his overheated lips, and Evan yanked his head to one side, held him for second, gave the caught strands a painful twist, and released him.

“
Watch,” Evan ordered.

Slowly opening his lust-heavy eyes, Jamie caught his and Evan’s reflection behind him, in the glass.
Is that really me? I look so…

“
Beautiful,” Evan answered.

Depraved, you mind-reading prick…

“
Watch us, Jamie. Keep your eyes open and watch.”

Easy, he thought, even as his eyes flickered toward shut with pleasure. The massive floor-to-ceiling window hid nothing and showed everything. Even Jamie’s moans echoed off the glass, so lit up with lamplight he could see his lips moving.

Evan paused in his handjob for a moment to pop open the lube and slick up his hand. Jamie’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Watch,” Evan growled.

Jamie’s eyes snapped back open in time to watch Evan coat his own cock with lube, slicking it up until it shone wetly in the glass’s honey-hued surface.

For one startled, and seriously alarmed, second, Jamie thought Evan intended to slip that monster, lubed-up length through the door flashing the big
restricted access
sign. Evan wouldn’t…would he? No—and certainly not without a condom…? He made a garbled sound of protest in his throat anyway.

Evan chuckled. “Not that I don’t want to, lovely boy, but no. Not tonight.”

“’
Kay,” he breathed. Fingers up there was one thing, but letting Evan stick his cock inside him—well, that would be absolutely and unquestionably gay. But his dick liked the idea as much as it liked being trapped and controlled by that thin little strap. Wanting desperately to grab his cock, Jamie squirmed on the chair, bit his bottom lip, and forced his hands to stay up.

“
I love watching you get all frustrated and horny.” Evan squirted more lube onto his hand and greased up Jamie’s cock in one brutal, long, hot, and absurdly slippery stroke. To hold position and not fall off the chair, Jamie tensed his shaky thighs and squeezed the back of the chair in a death grip. “Your cheeks turn this pretty pink, and your mouth gets plump and red—makes your eyes look so blue a man could drown inside them.” He began stroking fast—so slippery. “And when you get close to the edge, in those precious seconds right before you come, your chest flushes. It turns scarlet, a perfect little ‘v’, almost like a heart that spreads across your shoulders and goes all the way up your neck. You are so beautiful when you come.”

Stop talking like that, Evan, stop making me feel…special. Stop hurting me with it. I know I’m nothing.

“
Watch me make you come.”

Jamie’s eyes refocused on their reflections in the glass. With the cock ring in place, his dick looked impossibly swollen and stretched. Evan’s hand worked it expertly. Jamie’s groans competed with the wet, squelchy sounds of Evan’s hand pumping his cock. And Evan’s cock, ramrod straight and hard as nails, hovered dangerously close to his ass and pointed straight at his undefended hole.

And fuck, that turned him on.

His eyes started to go hazy. A panting string of “Unh, unh,” snuck out his parted lips. Sweat prickled his upper chest. His nipples were so distended Jamie could see the jutting little points clearly in the glass.

“
Want me to pinch them?” Evan whispered.

“
Oh God, yes,” Jamie panted.

To get close enough, Evan had to hold his cock up to his belly and fit himself against Jamie’s back and ass. Hot cock slid up and down his crack as Evan rocked against him. Then he reached sticky fingers around and pinched his nipple. Hard.

“
Oh fuck,” he breathed. “
Yes…
”

Watching the hand squeezing and jacking his dick and the hot slab of cock sliding in between his cheeks and feeling the burn and pinch to his nipple all combined to drive Jamie crazy. That fast, his climax rushed up from his toes. “I wanna—” he gasped. “I gotta come, Evan.”

“
Not just yet.” Evan drove his cock faster and pressed it so hard into the crease that his pubic hair raked over his hole. “Squeeze me.”

“
Oh Jesus!” Jamie cried. And squeezed his cheeks together. “Please…”

“
I’ll let you come when I come.”

Fucking impossible. “I can’t wait!”

“
Then work that ass and make me come. C’mon, beautiful, get me off.”

Squeezing the back of the chair for better purchase, Jamie began moving his hips, shyly at first. He pressed back against Evan’s thrusting cock and squeezed, not quite getting a grip on it because of the slick lube, but Evan pressed forward at the same time, and between them, they found a quick and dirty rhythm. Moaning loudly and repeatedly, Jamie gyrated his hips in a shameless, sweaty dance that soon had Evan groaning and panting hot on his back.

“
That’s it, baby. Yes! Like that. I’m gonna come so hard all over you. C’mon, squeeze me harder.”

Jamie’s climax pulsed urgently and insistently, right there, but remained trapped inside. It grew and grew and couldn’t get out. The tightness in his balls verged on pain. Heat broke out all over his chest; sweat trickled down between his pecs and soaked into the towel. “Please, Evan—
please
, I gotta, I gotta—”

“
Soon,” Evan grunted. Evan released his sore nipple and grabbed his hip in a bruising, crushing grip. Evan fucked into his crack hard, fast and rough. “You feel amazing,” he panted. “Gonna come so hard.”

Tremors shot up from Jamie’s thighs and shook his belly. His moans turned to whimpers. “Please,” he begged. A little slobber collected on his lip. He couldn’t focus on the sight of Evan behind him, humping against him, any longer. “Please!”

“
Want me to finger your ass? Stroke your sweet spot as I come?”

Oh yes…sweet spot. The world blazed all hot and white, but the reply that popped out still managed to shock him, even through the haze of madness, as it wasn’t what he meant or dared to say. “S-squeeze m-my,” he stuttered, “
throat
.”

The hand on his hip dug in deep, going instantly from yummy-hurt to downright pain. “Oh fuck, Jamie,” Evan gasped. “Fuck, baby, are you sure?”

Yes.
He needed that tightness around his neck to compete with the strangling tightness between his legs and the unrelieved climax that burned now deep into his core. “Please…” he whimpered. “Do it.”

Jamie groaned out a sigh of relief as Evan’s huge, hot, sweaty, sticky hand released his screaming hip, and then he gasped as those same hot fingers gently curved around his sweaty throat.

“
Like this?”

There was no restriction, no loss of air, just a hand possessively around his throat, yet Jamie swallowed compulsively. Images of Evan’s cock, the thick meaty part, pushing past his lips and forcing that fat, precum-soaked head deep, popped in his head. It fit and didn’t fit at the same time. Reveling in the fantasy, Jamie bucked and twisted. Evan shuddered and gently but firmly, squeezed. Flames broke out over every inch of Jamie’s skin. His eyes rolled back in his head.
Oh fuck, yes.

That sense of euphoria, so often elusive, lingered on the fringe of his consciousness, tantalizing him, held just out of reach.

Then Evan yanked on that tight, cruel piece of leather, and the snap popped open.

“
Come!” Evan roared and splattered Jamie’s back with jets of scalding-hot cum.

The world disappeared. The long-denied orgasm ripped out hard and fast. Jamie’s body jerked spasmodically in agonized rapture as he shot and shot into the sweat-damp towel. His throat burned, and he couldn’t swallow. Evan’s hips slammed against him, and spunk slid down his sweaty back. As dizziness descended, Jamie instinctively fought the choking hold.

It’s like falling—I’m falling.
Jamie chased the euphoria and caught it for one dizzy second.

Evan opened his fingers.

Freed, Jamie sucked in a breath, sharp and deep, the air burning his throat as it raced to his lungs.

Evan trailed his hand down Jamie’s back, backed away slightly, and fit his hand between their sweaty, heaving bodies. Fingers prodded Jamie’s hole; then two pushed in—so much lube—and burned and hurt and…stroked over his prostate. Jamie screamed, and another spurt of sticky white ejaculate shot out of his still-hard cock. One more stroke and Jamie’s head fell forward and smacked against his hands as they still clung to the back of the chair. Evan slid his fingers out, and a heavy weight slumped against his back. Not often he heard Evan gasping for breath, but he was.

The world slowly reappeared, little patches of bright in the haze. Jamie coughed, sucked in another hot gulp of air, and coughed again. His hips jerked. Jizz and sweat trickled down into his crack, his newly aching, sore, and stretched crack. Felt like…rug burn.

Aftershocks shook and rattled his wrung-out body.

“
Oh, baby…” Evan sighed and moved to the side. An arm went around his waist and another around the back of his thighs. The world spun and whirled as Evan swung him up off the chair, twisted him around, and pulled him into his arms. Evan fell into the chair, and Jamie followed, landing tucked onto Evan’s lap.

They slouched there together, panting.

Jamie no longer felt frustrated or irritable. He’d found his true center. Felt like a million bucks. “Holy fuck,” he whispered, wincing at the slight rawness in his throat. And his ass, pressed into Evan’s hairy thighs.

“
Yes,” Evan agreed. Jamie slid easily on Evan’s damp legs as the doc pulled him closer to bury his face in Jamie’s neck. “That’s a…a dangerous game, James,” he said a moment later.