Not His Kiss to Take (36 page)

“
Oh yeah. In fact, you’ll probably come as soon as I stick it in.”

Fuck, I hope so.

“
Maybe I can even make you come
twice
.” Evan abandoned Jamie’s poor, abused nipples. They stung and pulsed with each breath he took, along with the rest of his aching, horny body. Precum leaked thick onto his belly. His cock strained and begged for Evan’s hand, but no, Evan reached for his own cock instead. Making a circle, he clamped his thumb and forefinger around the base and slowly pulled up, running his cock through the squeezing ring.

Beautiful—so big and so perfect and stiff and engorged with blood and glistening wetly at the tip. It would fit. Maybe.

“
Look at me, Jamie.”

Jamie looked into Evan’s eyes first, then lower down at his impressive erection. Jamie wanted it in his mouth, down his throat, and up his ass.

Stroking himself, showing off with just cause, Evan mesmerized him, made him watch. “All this”
—
stroke, tug
—
“is gonna go up your ass. You sure you want it? All of it? Every inch?”

“
Yes,” Jamie whimpered.

“
I’ll go slowly,” he promised, before smiling wickedly. “At first.”

“
Oh fuck,” Jamie groaned. His hips bucked up at the thought.

“
I’ll ease it in, nice and gentle. Work you over slowly. But look how big it is.” Yeah—it was huge. Danger made from flesh and blood. But it fit in his mouth, no problem… “You remember how big it feels in your mouth? Going down your throat?”

“
Yeah,” he agreed.

“
It’s going to feel even bigger breaking in your tight, virgin hole.”

Oh my fucking God. Bad Evan! Dirty, dirty, dirty.

“
I’m gonna use lots of lube, but this fat, flared head is gonna stretch that pretty pink hole of yours until there isn’t a trace of pucker left.”

Jamie almost gagged on his own slobber. “Please, Evan…” He didn’t even know what he begged for anymore.

“
It’s gonna burn. You’re going to feel impossibly stretched, like you can’t stand it, like you can’t do it. When that happens, breathe through it until your body adjusts to having me inside you. Don’t fight. Don’t clench. Push back against me instead. And
breathe.
Relax and remember the stretch and burn will pass. Remember that it’s going to feel good—
amazing.
That you’re going to come with me inside you, fucking you. Are you going to remember to breathe, Jamie?”

No. Wasn’t doing a very good job of it at the moment, and Evan wasn’t even touching him. “Yes, Evan.”

“
When you’re ready, I’ll push it all the way in. You’re gonna feel unbearably full, like you’re going to rip and tear, like I’m going to spilt you in half. But you won’t tear. Promise. I’ll make sure you won’t.” Evan lowered his circling fingers down from the swollen head of his cock. “See how thick it is here?”

Fuck. It was actually thicker along that section of shaft than the thickest part of the ripe dark head. That was the part that didn’t actually fit in his throat, the part that cut off his air. Jamie’s body jerked convulsively.
Goddamn.
He loved that part. “Thick,” he agreed.

“
That’s right. It’s gonna stretch you and open you like you never thought it was possible to stretch. But I
am
going to open you. And I
am
going to push it in. All the way to here.” Fingers slipped down to the base hidden in a nest of neatly trimmed dark hair.

“
Please…”

“
And then I’m going to fuck you.”

“
Do it,” he pleaded. “Please, just fucking
do it
.”

Doing that bendy thing he did so well, Evan hunched over and, without another word, took Jamie’s cock in past his lips in one long, delicious suck all the way to the back of his throat. With a startled gasp, Jamie arched up off the bed and thrust his dick into that welcoming, wet heat. His balls tingled and tightened. One more suck like that and he’d blow.

So of course, Evan pulled off without giving him that suck.

“
No coming just yet, sweet thing. If I let you come now, you won’t want my cock up your ass, and after all that begging and pleading, I really want to stick it there.”

An argument popped into his head—
I’ll come again
—but Jamie swallowed it back. Evan did know best, the prick. “Hurry—please? I’m so hard—I’ve been hard
forever.
C’mon Evan, quit makin’ me suffer. I need you.”

Lube came out of the bedside table. And latex-free condoms. Large size? Unquestionably. Jamie still craved it. Evan wedged a small pillow under Jamie’s butt again and flipped open the top of the lube bottle.

“
Spread those long, lovely legs of yours, angel.”

Ooh, more bonus points. “Better.”

Smiling, Evan squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. “You going to be all sensitive and wild for me?”

No need to think about that one. “Yes.” He could still feel the ghost of the enema nozzle doing its magic thing inside him. Wanted it back. No. Wanted something
better
—a piece of Evan.
Inside
him.

“
I love fingering your ass.” First, though, Evan fingered his balls. Rolled them, squeezed them, and tugged roughly—no, just right. Sparks. Enjoying the attention and clinging to the waning high from the enema, Jamie closed his eyes. Ultra-slippery fingers dipped into his crack, went unerringly to his closed entrance, and coated the area with a layer of cool slick. The finger petting him swirled slow and easy, but it seemed as if every nerve down there woke at once. God, how he
needed…

“
Stick it in,” Jamie urged.

“
Trust me, I’m going to. When I’m ready.” So much lube greased his hole that Evan was able to thrust his finger right in to the second knuckle. Guess he was ready. And holy fuckedy-fuck. Felt incredible. All the waiting—good things come to those who wait—intensified every sensation, and Jamie felt more than alive again as every nerve ending sang
.
Needing more friction, more speed, Jamie pulled his knees up and clamped a hand around each—no need to feel ashamed anymore. As Evan worked his finger in that maddening way he had when he’d held him against the entranceway wall, all kinds of interesting, involuntary noises escaped from Jamie’s mouth.

“
Yeah, beautiful, that’s it. Let me hear you. Tell me you like it, how much you want it.”

Only Jamie didn’t get the chance. Evan bent down and fucked his mouth with his tongue. In. Out.
Maddening.
When he added a second finger, squeezing it in beside the first one, Jamie gasped his garbled cry into Evan’s mouth.

The fingers grazed his prostate—they couldn’t miss, they were crammed in so deep.
So close and yet so far.
If he could just get some leverage with his foot, he could press against those fingers, force them to stroke over his sweet spot—

A third finger nudged his hole. Oh Jesus. Just the thought of all those fingers crowded together in there almost undid him, and his orgasm loomed impossibly close, threatened to tear him apart.

“
No,” Evan ordered. “No coming until I fuck you.”

“
Goddamn you!” Jamie cried.
Bossy bastard.
Every nerve in his body sparked with the need to come, the need to have Evan’s cock buried inside him, thrusting into him, taking him. Fuck,
delivering
him. The third finger stretched his hole wide. Burning pleasure flared as Evan pushed them all in. His ass throbbed painfully around the fullness. Didn’t matter, pleasure chased close on the heels of the discomfort, and he still ached to feel Evan’s cock pushing into him. Needed it. “Please, Evan—
fuck
me.”

Using his fingers, he did. Mumbled words tumbled from Jamie’s mouth—pleases, no’s, yeses, harders, and fucks, and a jumbled mixture of all those words together. Slippery fluid oozed nonstop from his slit, and he wanted desperately to reach for his cock, to let go of a knee, grab himself, and in one fast, hard pull, release the orgasm from his screaming, demanding body. He relaxed his grip.

“
Don’t even think about it,” Evan warned.

“
Fucking mind reader!”

“
Want me to fuck you now, angel? Want me to stick it in you? Stretch you? Take you?”

“
Yes! For fuck’s sake, stop killing me and do it.”

From between his spread and trembling legs, Jamie watched as Evan’s fingers reappeared and expertly worked to surround that magnificent length in a protective sheath. Yes—more lube for the gloved head. Evan coated himself thickly. Anticipation and fear warred for top spot in Jamie’s head.

This was it. What he’d asked for. No, not asked.
Be honest, Jamie-boy
—manipulated with every bit of cunning he possessed. Same dif.

Still. How much would it hurt? Kinda needed Evan to grab his hair and shake the fear right out of him. Needed him to make this wonderful, like he did everything else. Mind reader for sure—as soon as he finished the thought, Evan lowered himself down, tangled a hand into the hair at Jamie’s crown, and pulled.
Yesss…

An anchor. God knew he needed one.

The well-lubed tip of Evan’s cock slid easily into his crack. Chest hair rasped over his erect nipples—never could have imagined how incredible that would feel. Evan’s abdominal muscles pressed down on his dripping cock, flinging him once more toward that glorious edge.

“
Yes, yes, yes,” Jamie panted.

“
No, no, no,” Evan breathed. “Not until I’m fucking you.”

“
Then do it now…please
now
.”

Evan’s cockhead nudged his opening. “Kiss me, James.”

Yes. Oh yes. My kiss to take.
Jamie could do that. Roughly and violently, needy and desperately, Jamie did as ordered. He ravaged Evan’s willing mouth. Fifty-fifty. Jamie took his share. Taking some more, he bit the already reddened bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth.
Fucking best thing ever—this kissing thing with Evan.
True, even if the kiss began and ended in lust and need, and still better than the hot, slippery presence pressing insistently against his back door. Evan tore his mouth away from Jamie’s assault and bit back, skewering his bottom lip on the way off.

Delightful sparks spread out from that scrape and burned him everywhere.

Between his legs, Jamie felt Evan reach for his cock to steady it and guide it where Jamie desperately wanted it to go. “God, you’re beautiful,” Evan breathed. Then he pushed.

The initial press felt amazing. All those fingers inside him had felt great, big or not, pleasure with a jagged edge. Sparks of pleasure-pain skittered across Jamie’s scalp. The blunt head pressing against his hole wanted in, and Evan rocked forward, ever gentle, forever in control. Such maddening precision. Poised to enter, but not quite. A threat. A promise.
A gift.

“
You can let go of your knees now,” Evan murmured against his jaw. “Hold on to me, put your arms around me, and wrap your legs around me.”

Jamie had forgotten about his hands frozen in place on his knees. Too many other sensations had stolen his concentration. Unclasping his sore fingers from their bruising grip on his knees, he slid his heels around Evan’s hips, over his ass, and twined his ankles together on Evan’s lower back. Sweat made Evan’s skin slippery and hard to hold on to. Jamie snaked his arms under Evan’s straining ones and grabbed another anchor, Evan’s rock-steady body, and pulled him closer, needing that furry chest, those hard abs, the solidness of his hips between his thighs.