Not His Kiss to Take (18 page)

“
You’re so beautiful, my brave angel, even when you’re madder than hell,” Evan said, sending the words out on a hot breath. “I loved touching you last night. Pleasuring you. Making you come. I want to make you come again.”

Even if Evan hadn’t admitted that desire with words, his hard shaft poking Jamie in the hip gave all his secrets away. Precum escaped Evan’s slit, warm and wet on Jamie’s skin, smearing along his hip bone and painting his thigh with lust. Through the swollen membranes of his healing nose, Jamie could smell it, not just feel it, that scent of bitter musk.
Do I smell like that? Does it make Evan’s mouth water and heart pound?

As Jamie watched through half-closed lids, Evan took his small nipple between his thumb and forefinger. In anticipation, Jamie held his breath. Evan pinched. “Ow!” Jamie gasped, back arching. Evan didn’t release the sensitive nub; he tugged it, varying the pressure to the cadence of Jamie’s rapid heartbeat. “Oh Christ,” Jamie moaned. “
Fuck
.”

“
I guess we can safely say you like it,” Evan teased.

Evan shifted position enough to allow his other hand to join in the fun. His knee slid higher between Jamie’s legs until it brushed against his balls. The pleasure of that dual tugging and pinching radiated outward, and Jamie felt the effects everywhere, across his chest, up his neck, and down to his groin, where it ignited a whole new kind of fire. Evan synchronized the tugs. As Jamie’s nipples reddened and grew sensitive, pleasure danced sinuously with a spark of pain. The combination drove him crazy. His cock throbbed. Flooded with new and unfamiliar sensations, his mind raced.

I’m gonna come—oh my God.
Breaking through the haze of pleasure, that realization cooled his overheated blood.
I don’t wanna come yet! He hasn’t even touched me below the waist, and I’m gonna blow.
Jamie covered Evan’s hand with his own
.
“Stop!” he gasped.

Relaxing his fingers, Evan paused. “Too hard?” he asked.

The sound that issued from Jamie’s mouth was a weird cross between a snort and a laugh. “No,” he said. “God, no. Too…unfair.”

A slight furrow wrinkled the skin between Evan’s dark brows. “Unfair?” he queried.

Sex was supposed to be enjoyable for both parties involved, not just him taking and Evan getting nothing in return. “This can’t be much fun for you,” he explained, even though he felt the hardness of Evan’s cock rubbing against his thigh, telling him in no uncertain terms that he considered this more than fun.

“
You’re joking, right?” Evan sounded sincere.

“
I don’t know…what to do…to you,” Jamie said lamely. More embarrassment heated his cheeks. “Don’t know…what you like. What guys like.”

Evan gave his nipple another tug. Jamie’s cock jumped. “This is exactly what I like.”

“
But I’m not even touching you!”

Evan’s laugh rumbled low and dirty. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. You can touch me later. Right now, I want to play with you.”

“
But—”

“
Shush. Just let me play. Let me have my way with you.”

Have my way with you? His kink. Fuck. Yes!
Except…Jamie knew what Evan wanted.
It won’t even fit.
Jamie’d seen the size of Evan’s cock when stretched fully, how thick it was, how big.
It’ll hurt. How much will it hurt? Will I still like it?

“
Not that. As much as I’d like to have my dick up your ass, there are lots of other pleasures to explore first. I just want to touch you. Lick you. Make you come.” Did Evan read minds? How’d he know what he was thinking? “Will you let me?”

One part of that little speech stood out more than the others. “L-lick me?” he stuttered.

A sly smile crept across Evan’s lips. “Lick you, yes,” he purred. “All over. Like this.” Still grinning, Evan bent his head, slowly released his fingers from their ownership of Jamie’s nipple, and touched the tip of his tongue to the red, swollen, pinched-up nub. Hot wet met hot sting. Jamie’s body reacted violently with a jerk and shudder. Then Evan did it again. It both burned and felt fantastic at the same time.

“
Doing
this
to you pleases me.”

“
Y-yeah?”

“
Yes. Now relax. Let that curiosity of yours run free.”

Words seemed impossible to formulate into a coherent sentence anyway, so Jamie simply moaned his compliance. Any denial would have been a lie, easily detected in the way his cock twitched and leaked. Evan went to work, showing Jamie exactly what he meant by
lick
. Holy shit. His tongue teased and flicked, tormenting each small peak as he divided his attention between both.

Morning stubble rasped across Jamie’s skin, sharp, not cat’s-tongue rough and not quite prickles either. Evan purposely dragged his bristly chin across Jamie’s chest. Scratchy and wonderful. His tongue flicked and danced lower.
Dangerously
lower. Leisurely winding his way, Evan licked down the trail of dark blond hair beneath his belly button. A hot, wet swipe of tongue traveled over and across his bruised hip bone. Evan kissed it better. Jamie grabbed the bottom sheet and dug his fingers in. The feeling of Evan’s exquisite mouth kissing and licking his skin was intense; a little more and he was gonna explode.

Strange sounds began to rumble from low in Jamie’s throat. In answer, Evan made sounds of his own, a long, low growl followed by a hum of approval. Of pleasure. His tongue trailed back inward from Jamie’s hip until he got so close to his shaft that hot breath washed over his pulsing cock.

He’s not going to—oh God, he’s gonna…he’s gonna lick my cock.
A
man
was gonna lick his cock. Put his tongue on it. Maybe suck it. Oh hell. His cock delighted in the idea, but Jamie’s big head reeled with horror.
I’m not gay!
“Evan, I don’t think you should—”

The tip of Evan’s wicked tongue darted out and skimmed over the heated head of his seeping cock.

If Evan hadn’t had his knee wedged between Jamie’s thighs and half his body hunched over atop his, or his arm splayed across his chest and fingers toying with one aching nipple, Jamie would have flown right off the bed.

“
You’re so responsive, my pretty angel. Are you like this with everyone?” Evan asked in a husky voice, breath hot on his belly. Jamie grunted in the negative without thinking. “Don’t tell me nobody’s ever given you a blowjob before?”

A question—Evan asked him a question. “Yeah,” he gasped out, “but you’re…you’re—”

“
A man?”

That wasn’t it—
only
it. And did that really even matter anymore?
Nobody’s blowjob has ever compared to just that one lick from your tongue.
“No—not that. Just—” He paused, unable to explain with his mind whirling. “Nobody’s ever lit me on fire with just their tongue, before,” he blurted out.

“
They must not have been doing it right. I really should fix that. Why don’t you relax and let me suck you off?”

For a second, Jamie’s mind went blank. Suck. He said suck.
He wants to?
Jamie’s thighs trembled.
He wants to suck me off?
“You’ll…ah, like that? Doing that?” Seemed so bizarre at first thought, but after a second of contemplation, Jamie realized the idea wasn’t repellent at all.
Would Evan like it if I…?

“
Baby, I’ll
love
it.”

Let him,
the snarky devil on his shoulder suggested.
Let him suck it. Go for it!
He’d come this far, might as well see it to the…end.
To orgasm. Until I come. In his mouth.
Jamie’s hips jerked in eagerness. Evan held him down and nudged his knee deeper between his spread legs.
Yeah.
“Okay,” he breathed. How the hell could Evan bend like that, like he had no spine?

Permission had barely left his mouth before the flat surface of Evan’s tongue laved the entire head of his cock, a bold, wet swipe far from timid. Hot saliva and firm pressure, ooh, yes. That was…
perfect.
Jamie’s eyes almost rolled back in his head as Evan did it again. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “That’s good.”

“
Yeah, it is,” Evan agreed.

Jamie’s foreskin retracted completely, he was so hard, so aroused. Evan’s tongue swirled over that taut skin and then teased the exposed, blush-red tip. Quick little darts of the tip of Evan’s tongue dipped into his slit. Evan’s knee rocked against his ass, pressed tighter against the smooth skin below his balls and kneed them upward for his waiting hand to catch. As he fondled them, the pressure inside expanded, and they tightened and pulled up, cradled inside Evan’s cupped hand.

“
You gonna come soon?”

Was he?
Already?
Jamie hissed, “Yes!” from between his teeth.

Evan tugged his balls and crammed his knee so tight into him that Jamie could feel Evan’s hot skin pressing everywhere, including against his puckered hole where his fingers had been last night. “Come in my mouth. I wanna taste you. C’mon, angel. Come for me.”

A ragged grunt escaped Jamie’s mouth as Evan closed his mouth around the head of his cock, engulfed it fully, and sucked hard. Those hard sucks turned into swallows as his entire length disappeared down Evan’s throat.
Holy fuck!
The muscles in Evan’s throat seemed to constrict around his shaft, but even then he didn’t gag, didn’t choke. In one gulp, he swallowed him whole.

I’m coming—oh God, he’s making me come! In his mouth—down his throat.
Nothing’d ever been so dirty, so fucking hot. The orgasm didn’t roll out of him, it exploded. Hot ejaculate shot out so powerfully it might have reached as high as his neck if the spurt wasn’t aimed down the back of Evan’s throat. Just the thought of Evan sucking him down and swallowing his cum made him shoot some more, painful bursts making Jamie see those little sparkles behind his lids all over again. Evan sucked him until he couldn’t come anymore and his head buzzed from lack of blood. Just as the sucking on his oversensitized cockhead became too much, Evan eased his mouth off and licked gently up and down his softening shaft.

“
Mmm,” Evan murmured. He licked his lips. “Definitely better than cotton candy.”

Huh?
Jamie had no idea what that meant.
Candy?
His thoughts buzzed aimlessly.
Fuck.
His ears hummed, sounding almost like water rushing inside his mostly empty head.

“
Good?” Evan teased.

“
Unh,” he mumbled.
Hope he doesn’t expect me to talk after that.
Evan eased his knee down, and Jamie missed the contact immediately. Warm, gentle hands flowed over him, touched him reverently and caressed him lovingly. “Feels nice,” he sighed, still dazed.

“
Sure does,” Evan agreed. “I love your skin. Love finally being able to touch you.”

There was no tease in Evan’s voice, and Jamie slowly cracked his eyes open. Evan had that same odd, soft smile curving his lips, which were much redder than before, and shiny wet.
I just had my cock in that beautiful mouth.
His cock twitched in fond remembrance. Evan butted his erection against Jamie’s thigh.
Does that mean he wants me to do the same thing to him? Suck him?
Strangely, the idea didn’t freak him out at all. Not now. Jamie had tasted his own spunk once out of curiosity.
Wasn’t so bad. Kinda bitter, but not disgusting or anything.
He moved his leg so he could get a better look at Evan’s cock.