Not His Kiss to Take (16 page)

“
Relax. You know it won’t hurt.”

Jamie groaned. The sound seemed both plaintive and needy. “I’m not…I’m not gay!”

“
I know. But my finger is still going up your nicely sensitized ass, and you’re gonna get off on it.”

“
You’re a perverted bastard!”

“
Maybe.
Yes.
” And yet, even as he admitted it…Jamie’s cock stiffened for him, growing harder than before. Evan took it in hand again, a warm, slick glove of imminent ecstasy. “Keep fucking my fist.” What Evan really wanted to be doing was fucking Jamie’s ass with his cock, but since he couldn’t, he’d simply take pleasure in sliding his greased finger into that tight, puckered hole again. Tonight the gloves added a strange, dark thrill to things. A new kink. The front of Evan’s cotton pants slid over his cock, and he wriggled his hips, working the fabric against it, almost getting off on the friction. The material rasped over him, wet with precum, and deliciously warm.

As good as that felt, as close as he was to climaxing, he’d wait until he made Jamie reach orgasm first. He could come anytime. Jamie could not.

Seeking that elusive end, Jamie thrust his hips rhythmically, driving his cock into the slick glove on Evan’s hot hand. A red flush spread over his chest and edged up his neck. As he drove his hips up, he flung his head from side to side. His blond brows furrowed in concentration, as if he tried to find an anchor somewhere in the mindless sea of sensation. Evan pushed the back of Jamie’s thigh, exposing his pretty pink hole. The area glistened wetly. Evan smiled to himself. Couldn’t fault his aim with the lube. Using only the faintest touch, he petted the sweet opening with the pad of his thumb.

“
Oh my God!” Jamie groaned. And it was a
good
groan. Evan tapped the pink hole with the fattest part of his thumb, using all available surface area. “Fuck!” Jamie yelped. Ah yes, a good yelp.

Evan replaced his thumb with his forefinger, his thumb being too thick to breach the tight opening without an unpleasant sting, despite the night’s earlier activities. That thick digit wouldn’t be long enough to reach as deep as he needed it to go, anyway. Evan wriggled the very tip of his finger, gently pressing until the opening relaxed slightly. Jamie was familiar with finger penetration. Really, he had nothing to be afraid of, and he’d confessed to liking the sensation earlier, which was why he was here, chasing his curiosity.

Using slow, gentle pressure, Evan prodded Jamie’s hole, not quite matching the rhythm of Jamie’s hips, purposefully taking it slower, just enough of a promise to drive him crazy. That did the trick. Jamie squirmed wildly, almost bearing down on the digit but holding back, denying what he wanted because God knew,
he wasn’t gay
. He only succeeded in leaving his body burning and need unfulfilled.

Fighting his want, fighting
him
, Jamie quivered until his legs unwillingly opened wider, exposing every inch of his beautiful body fully: cock, balls, taint, cheeks, and clenching hole.

Oh fuck, oh sweet fucking Jesus.
Such an arousing sight; that small, sealed opening clouded by soft, downy hair and his thick finger poised to enter. Evan’s breath caught again, a small, excited hitch. Jamie could fight it all he wanted, but he craved that finger up his ass. Maybe two. That was why he’d come to his door again, desperate and seeking answers to this secret riddle. And then Evan realized also, with a sad and startled clarity, why he braved his fear.

Jamie was afraid to masturbate. Did he think it would hurt? Or that he couldn’t do it, that he was broken? Poor boy. Time to put an end to his suffering and give him back his confidence. Evan wiggled the tip of his finger once more, and then, just as Jamie thrust his hips up again, he pushed the tip in.

“
Fuck!” Jamie hissed between his teeth.

The opening tightened around his finger and squeezed. “Take a breath, Jamie. Breathe in deep, and let me in. Let me pleasure you.”

Slowing his hips, Jamie sucked in a gulp of air. The squeezing pressure eased, and Evan slid his finger deeper, gently loosening the clenching muscle. Jamie’s thigh muscles quivered for few seconds, then relaxed. Evan pushed his finger deeper, pulled back, and then inserted it back in to the first knuckle.

“
Oh fuck!” Jamie gasped.

“
Come on, lovely boy, move your hips. Fuck my hand.”

Against the soft sheets, Jamie writhed. His pelvis tilted up. “Please,” he moaned.

Oh yeah. He wants it.
Evan slowly sank his finger in to the second knuckle. Jamie ground his ass onto his finger as he clawed the sheet. The boy was so close! Clenching warmth surrounded him. What would that heat feel like surrounding his cock? Evan’s hips jerked in delight just imagining it. Maybe he was closer to coming than Jamie? He pulled his finger almost out, jiggled the tip, and then thrust it back in.

“
Fuck, yeah!” Jamie cried.

Might not be gay, but Jamie had it in him to like having his ass played with. Evan ground his cock against the back of Jamie’s thigh and worked his finger in and out, giving them mutual and simultaneous pleasure. Something about his gloved hand, that slick, rubber-covered finger driving in and out of Jamie’s ass, seemed amazingly and inexplicably dirty.

Jamie grew frantic, hips thrusting erratically. Yeah, he was ready now. Primed to go off. Evan worked that one thick finger with all the skill he possessed and fucked Jamie hard with it, speeding things up. In synchronicity with his finger, Evan’s hips pumped, and he ground his aching cock against Jamie’s thigh. With an evil twist, he flipped his hand around, repositioning his finger so that the upward curve of it would brush Jamie’s prostate, that sweet spot one step from heaven, with each stroke.

Jamie cried out, a wordless keening, and his hands sprang open in a startled reflex.

Right there…

Now that he’d found the perfect spot, Evan’s bossy nature came out to play, and he brushed his finger over it repeatedly. Jamie went berserk, squirming and writhing and planting one foot into the mattress so he could thrust up harder. “You want another finger?” Evan asked. “You want me to cram another one up there, Jamie? Want me to stretch you? Fill you up?”

“
No!” Jamie cried. Evan continued to stroke. Jamie’s pale skin erupted in a mass of goose bumps. The red flush deepened. Then he gasped, “Yes.”

Anything for you, my lovely angel.
The lubed rubber of the glove was so slippery that adding another finger wouldn’t him hurt at all. It hadn’t earlier. He drove his forefinger in for a couple forceful thrusts, withdrew it, and then watched breathlessly as he lined up the tips of two fingers and gently pushed them in. The tight hole swallowed the pair, stretching to accommodate the extra width.

“
Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Jamie panted his litany of lust.

It would take only a few thrusts now.
For both of us…
Evan bucked against Jamie’s leg and forced his cock into the tight net of his damp cotton pants. Making sure the angle of his fingers would hit Jamie’s prostate perfectly, Evan shoved them both in and stroked. Jamie tensed all over, and his back arched clean off the bed. His head fell back. His mouth opened in a wide, startled and silent “O”.

The first jet of sticky white cum landed high up on Jamie’s chest, a streaming arc splattering nipple, neck and collarbone. Dispensing with gentleness, Evan fucked Jamie hard, deep and fast with those two thick fingers as Jamie continued to come, spurt after spurt coating that beautiful, flushed chest and then, as the strength of his climax waned, his flat belly.

Evan wanted to lick him clean.
Definitely would be sweeter than cotton candy.
Evan didn’t—
couldn’t
—hold himself back any longer, and he climaxed, slamming and thrusting his cock against Jamie’s leg, coating the inside of his pants with an endless stream of hot cum. As Jamie’s orgasm tapered into jerky spasms, Evan eased off pumping his fingers, but he kept them buried deep in Jamie’s clenching, pulsing ass. With his eyes closed, Evan savored Jamie’s every tremor felt through the thin glove.

After Evan’s own convulsive shudders subsided, he pried open his eyes. Jamie was still jerking spasmodically, riding the aftershocks. Evan thrust again with his fingers, less forcefully but as deep as he could shove them, milking the gland until he coaxed one last, desperate spurt from Jamie’s softening cock. Jamie’s ass clenched around his fingers as he slid them from his tight hole.

Jamie’s chest heaved with each gasping breath he took.
Well.
Fucked the breath right of him.
Told you I’d make it so you couldn’t talk, my little hothead.
Mind you, Evan didn’t think he could speak a coherent sentence either, even if his life depended on it. He ripped off the gloves, the second one with his teeth on the wristband. With shaky and sweaty hands, he untangled Jamie’s leg from around his hip, yanked the pillow back toward the headboard, and fell onto it. His spunk cooled, leaving a sticky, wet mess inside his pajama bottoms. Not that he cared. That had been the best orgasm he’d had in years.

And still no headache. Amazing.

But not quite as amazing as listening to Jamie catch his breath on the bed beside him.

Chapter Nine

Post-orgasm bliss
never
lasted this long. Eventually, the aftershocks quit nailing him, and Jamie dragged in a full, shuddering breath. After completely losing his self-respect like that, Jamie resolutely kept his eyes closed—would’ve flung his arm over his face and hid behind it if his nose wasn’t so goddamned sore. As he lay there, he prayed Evan wouldn’t say anything. Or touch him or—
God
—
look
at him. What had he just done?

I just had sex with a man.

Jamie didn’t know what to think of that.

I just had sex with a man, and I came really fucking hard. Best Big-O I’ve ever had.

Like Evan said, he was simply curious; it didn’t have to mean anything. That ache, the want, had been driving him crazy. And Evan was…what?
Sexy.
Yeah.
How can I think a man is sexy? What the hell is wrong with me?
Jamie searched for an answer which he couldn’t seem to find, because he felt incredible, totally blissed-out, drifting mindlessly on a cloud of satisfaction.

Cracking his eyes open slightly, he examined the man lying next to him. Okay—Evan
was
sexy.
So maybe this mess isn’t my fault. It’s his. For being so hot. Yeah, sure Jamie-boy, lie to yourself some more.
Evan looked softer—younger—with his hair messy, damp and curling over his forehead. And sexier.

Damn it.

Melissa—hell, any woman with eyeballs and detectible pulse—would agree Evan was gorgeous, what with that perfect nose of his and the strong jaw presently shadowed with dark stubble. Maybe it was his phenomenal eyes. Every time Evan looked at him with those all-knowing browns, Jamie melted a little.
And he has a beautiful mouth. What would be like to…kiss him?

Stop it! You’re not gay. Stop thinking about kissing him. Kissing is reserved for girls you really like.
Still. Jamie realized how badly he wanted to find out what kissing Evan would be like.
Hot—it’d be hot.
Evan’s lips looked soft, except for the stubble above his upper lip. Would that feel raspy like a cat’s tongue against his mouth? Or sharp like cactus spines?
Evan wants to kiss you.
Jamie snorted softly.
Right. He doesn’t just want to kiss you; he wants to fuck you.
And how would
that
feel?