Not His Kiss to Take (37 page)

“
Yesss…” Evan breathed. “Like that.” Under Jamie’s clasping hands, Evan’s body vibrated with restraint. “Hold me.”

“
Now,” Jamie whispered.

Evan thrust. So much lube, so much need, yet it still required a necessary violence to break through the first time. The blunt head forced its way past the ring of resistance and entered, hard and thick and on fire.

“
Oh fuck!” Jamie cried and dug his fingers into Evan’s back. The burn—
incendiary.
Tendrils of flame raced up his spine and licked his balls. His ass throbbed as if torn, but it wasn’t, just impossibly stretched. Evan promised. Beneath the painful stretch, down in the shadow of the burn, an ember of pleasure waited, banked and needing only a single breath to fan it to life.

“
Breathe, angel.”

Yes, breathe. He’d forgotten. His lungs cried for that essence of life. “Hurts.” A desperate breath gulped in helped. “Burns, burns, burns…” he chanted. And Evan wasn’t even moving, wasn’t shoving, and wasn’t giving him more than he could take. Only his lips moved, to cover Jamie’s, hot, salty, and possessive. Jamie swore he heard it, that silent
all mine, boy.
Evan’s tongue filled his mouth. Fucked it. Definitely the best thing ever. The throb, the burn, the stretch where their bodies joined, that invading thickness, eased, and then, a mercy, it dulled. Jamie’s body relented, relaxed, and finally…
accepted
.

“
Better?” Evan asked, breaking the kiss with a small nip to his scar. “Or stop?”

Stop? Yes! Take it out—take the fucking thing
out
.
Too full and too goddamn big.
But no. Don’t!
Too mind blowing—I want the sparks to burn me up.
“No, don’t stop.”

Evan shifted his hips.

“
Fuck,” Jamie gasped, body still adjusting. Kind of unpleasant now. His erection deflated a bit. Why did he even want this? What was he thinking?
Talk to me, Evan—tell me it gets better, swear to me, sweet talk me, lie to me…

Instead, Evan released his handful of hair, pushed up off his chest, and ignored Jamie’s fingers as they clawed a trail down his sweaty flanks. Sticky, wet fingers slid between their bellies. As soon as Evan’s fingers found his cock and closed around it, Jamie hardened again. “Breathe, angel.”

Yes. Breathe.
Better.
Gentle at first, slippery and sizzling, Evan jacked him. When he filled completely inside that confident hand, Evan squeezed harder, instantly sending him back to the edge of climax. A spike of pleasure shot straight to his ass. Against the intrusion, he clenched.

“
Jesus, fuck, Jamie!” Evan cried out. “Too fucking tight. Don’t squeeze me.”

As Evan cried out, his hand jerked, Jamie’s cock still firmly clenched inside it. “Oh Christ!” Jamie shouted, almost coming. His hips jolted, forcing that thick, hole-stretching monster deeper inside his untried channel. “You’re too fucking big!” Burned like a bastard, and yet…he needed it, needed more. Craved more.

“
Don’t move,” Evan growled. “Slow down. Hold still. Get used to me.”

Breathless seconds passed, and again, Jamie’s body adjusted. As he relaxed, as his clenching sphincter released, Evan stroked his cock again. Evan ducked his head and tongue-fucked his partly open, panting mouth, another slow and thorough in-out. Totally maddening. Pleasure banished the ripping, searing pain, and, with another firm stroke to his cock, pleasure completely took over.

At last.

Everything was so intense, so impossibly
much
, Jamie shuddered. Could hardly process each incredible sensation as they awakened: pressure, fullness, stretch, pain. And ache and…oh God, a building, blinding all-encompassing satisfaction.

Still stroking, Evan eased back out a little.

“
No!” Jamie gasped.
Don’t stop—I’m breathing. I need you.
And he wanted it. All of it.

“
Not going anywhere, beautiful,” Evan whispered. The words were little more than a string of strangled, hoarse sounds. “Gonna fuck you till you come.” As Evan pumped Jamie’s dick, he pushed forward again with his cock, a short thrust, sending it deeper. “Gonna make you come so hard for me.”

Oh fuck, yes. Jamie’s back arched up, an involuntary reflex, driving his dripping cock into Evan’s fist, and by turn, the man’s shaft deeper into his burning ass. The widest part of Evan’s cock squeezed in past his still-resisting hole and cut off his air mid-gasp as easily as it did when Evan crammed it down his throat.

“
Breathe, baby. C’mon.”

Oh yes. That.
Listen to Evan—Doctor knows best.
As he did, that massive, pulsing, incredibly hot shaft surged forward, and instead of pain, instead of stretching and tearing, the swollen head of that impaling spear slid over his gland. A wordless cry tore brokenly from Jamie’s seizing throat. Twisting his hips, Evan pulled back and drove forward again, expertly nailing Jamie’s sweet spot again. “Y-yes,” Jamie cried. A word that time.

“
There? Like that?” Evan thrust again—deeper still. “Right there?”

The press against his prostate lasted an eternity that time, a long swipe of fucking awesomeness that turned his mind utterly blank for a second. The burn eased, his ass loosened and slowly accommodated Evan’s burrowing shaft. “M-more,” he stuttered. “Like that.” That time, Evan’s dick felt just as amazing sliding out as it did thrusting back in. “Oh shit. Yes, yes, yes!” Jamie’s cock pulsed. A warning tingle spread through his balls.

“
Gonna come soon, angel?”

Fuck yes. “Yesss…”

The hand on his cock stopped mid-stroke. Didn’t release—just quit moving. Didn’t matter, he was gonna come anyway. That swollen cockhead pressing against and stroking his inner walls would guarantee it. “Gonna fuck you good, then, Jamie. Gonna give you every inch. Make you come with me all the way inside you. Taking you.”

The rush built. So dirty getting fucked up the ass. The rush expanded and spread through not just his cock and balls, but his ass, his spine, the top of his fucking head and root of every hair that had been cruelly yanked on. “Do it,” he begged. “Fuck me.”

“
Anything for you, James.”

That possessive hand wrapped tighter around his cock and tugged, hard, fast, and sure. As Evan’s hand expertly twisted over the head and the retracted, sensitive foreskin encircling it, Evan thrust his hips forward and finally buried every inch of that massive, scorching shaft inside Jamie. Inch after inch of stretching thickness stroked over Jamie’s responsive gland, and that was it.

All those competing sensations, the pain, the pleasure, the burn and heat, coalesced into one breathtaking, exploding fireball of ecstasy. That banked ember that had lain so patiently in wait sputtered and caught fire as Jamie’s long-denied climax finally burst free and took his mind with it. Pleasure rippled over him. Jamie rode the hurricane’s waves.

Evan repeatedly drove into him hard and powerfully as he came, keeping the orgasm rolling on endlessly, urging more and more and more sensation until finally Evan stiffened over him and cried his own climax into Jamie’s sweaty neck.

The world saved its best and most wondrous disappearing trick for last.

Everything vanished except for Evan and his muffled groans against his neck, his broken kisses bestowed between those groans, and his big body on him, around him and inside him and giving him an orgasm that not only sent his body into wonderful chaos but his mind as well. Freed at last, Jamie soared.

Yes…

Landing took forever. Jamie had no idea how long it was before for his senses came back to him. Minutes? Hours? Was he even back now?

Euphoria…

That’s what this is called. And it’s better than flying. Better than perfecting my first Nollie 360 flip. Better than punching Derek back that very first—last—time.
“But not better than kissing,” Jamie mumbled breathlessly against Evan’s weight as he crushed him into the mattress. He wouldn’t be able to move even if Evan weren’t squashing him, he’d turned into mush. Had no bones. No strength. No ability to quell the twitches rampaging over his overstimulated body. There remained only the bliss of their twin heartbeats racing chest to chest, even as Evan shuddered and slowly pulled his softening cock out of Jamie’s ass and parted their heaving bodies.

Unprepared for that unexpected flash of pain, Jamie let out a shaky breath and hissed a wordless curse, fingers twitching. Now their bodies were no longer joined. They were no longer one. Sad.
Come back…

Evan twisted slightly, easing the crush on Jamie’s chest, and leaned in to make slow, sensual love to his mouth for a moment. “True,” Evan whispered, “nothing’s better than kissing you. Although what we just did was pretty amazing.”

Color and light began to return to Evan’s bedroom as they shared kisses. Jamie could barely move his arms, and his legs, not at all. He couldn’t open his eyes. His ass throbbed, a relentless ache that radiated into his tailbone and pulsed all the way up his spine. The price of that mind-blowing pleasure was steep.
Totally worth it.

“
You okay, angel?”

Beyond okay. “Hell, yeah,” he murmured.

“
Look at me.”

Reluctantly, Jamie cracked his eyes open to see Evan’s gorgeous, satisfied face above him.

“
Did I hurt you?”

Well, yeah.
I can still feel you everywhere. Every fucking inch of you.
But they both knew he would. “Yeah, but—”

“
Jamie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—”

Jerking a hand up, Jamie shut Evan’s mouth with his shaky fingers. “Hurt me some more.” The pain was already beginning to ease into a dull, oddly enjoyable ache. “When I can move again.” Jamie felt spectacularly wonderful. Sated and limp. Happy.

Loving fingers brushed his damp hair from his forehead. Evan planted a single, sweet kiss between his eyes, and they fell closed again. “That’s the last time I’ll ever fuck you.”

What?
Jamie’s heavy eyes flew open. How could Evan not know how fucking fabulous that was? How much he enjoyed it? Sex with Evan just kept getting better and better. No way was Evan gonna take this away from him or make all the decisions that concerned them both, and especially not
that
decision. “Did it somehow escape your notice how much you just rocked my world?”

“
No,” Evan said. “There were some clues.” Then he moved. His chest and belly slid in the squishy, cooling cum that coated them both. “You scratched the hell out of me and just about ripped my dick off when you came. Not that I’m complaining—you’re beautiful.”

Evan would probably never make any sense. Or…? “Then why? Don’t you…want me…anymore?”

“
Angel, I more than want you. I need you. Like water. Like air.” Evan rolled off his chest, slumped onto his side, and peeled off the condom with a tissue. Cold air rushed in between their separated bodies, and Jamie’s spunk cooled instantly to yuck on his stomach. Evan caught him by the hip and rolled him onto his side before tugging him against his chest and under his chin. Ouch and goddamn. His ass didn’t like that sudden movement one bit. “But know this, angel—next time when you let me have my way with you, I’ll be making love to you, not fucking you. That was the first and last fuck you’ll ever get from me.”

Oh. Well. That sounded…fine. Jamie could do that. Except… “I can live with that. But you’re wrong, you know, Dr. Damn-Your-Dick-is-Motherfucking-Big. You totally reneged on your side of our deal.”

“
What? I reneged?”

“
Yeah.” Jamie stretched against Evan’s warm, wonderful body. His ass throbbed. “You didn’t fuck me this time either.”

“
Really? Since I was the one doing the fucking, and since I just had the most amazing orgasm ever, I’m pretty sure I just
fucked
you into semiconsciousness.”