Not His Kiss to Take (31 page)

Only Evan was gonna say no. Blah, blah, you’re not ready, and so on. Those few chess lessons had taught him to have a trap planned and ready to go whenever dealing with His Supreme Kinkiness. No way would Evan be able to say no with what he had in mind. Hit the man hard right in his kinks and then go in swinging—that was the plan anyway.

Evan, in all his bent, hairy,
perfect
glory, would soon be his.

Jamie shifted and twisted until he freed an arm. He groped around until he had a good handhold on the back of Evan’s thigh and then pulled him closer, urging him to slam against him harder. Evan grunted and shoved. Fuck that felt
good
. Jamie whimpered as his zipper, and the bulge beneath, scraped against the unforgiving surface of the wall. Now if Evan would only grab him by the hair, he could—

“
Goddamn it!” Evan cursed. The stroking hand left his ass crack and immediately raked into the unshorn hair on top of his head.
Yes!
Sparks. God, he could almost come like this…

Evan yanked his head to one side, and his mouth, hot and wet, latched hard and fast onto his exposed and vulnerable throat. Sharp teeth scraped across the thin skin, followed by a suck hard enough to leave a big purple mark.
Oh fuck—
now he wasn’t even gonna last until Evan fucked him; his balls were already pulling up tight and his toes curling in his shoes. Jamie groaned and writhed against the wall. Pinned like prey.
Yes. Fucking awesome.
“Please…” he begged.

“
No coming until I say,” Evan growled. “Or I’m gonna spank you.”

Spank me?
Christ, even that sounded good right now. Maybe if he let Evan spank him, he would fuck him afterward, no arguments?

“
I think I’ll spank you anyway for all those stupid stunts you just pulled.”

Okay, Evan really liked the idea of spanking him—his cock poked even harder now, digging and digging into his ass cheek.
Could break bricks with that sucker…
“What stunts?” Jamie gasped.

“
You know damn well what stunts. I’m taking that bloody thing away from you before you kill yourself.”

Ah. He meant the skateboard. Well, to be fair he had been showing off. Did himself proud too, considering he hadn’t been out for a decent crash and burn in months, not since last fall. Working too many shifts, and then…well,
Evan.

“
I should beat you just for pulling that crazy trick thing you did on the railing. For Christ sake, I don’t think you’re meant to go down it on your board like that—not on
top
of it. Backwards! Without a helmet!”

“
Yeah, but did you see my landing? Fucking awesome, eh?”

With a wordless snarl, Evan released his hair and eased up enough with the elbow of steel to insert his hand between the wall and Jamie’s too-tight-in-the-crotch jeans. The relief as Jamie’s zipper went down was indescribable. Unfortunately Evan didn’t go for his pulsing, leaking, begging cock. He grabbed the waistband at the back and brutally yanked his jeans down to his thighs, uncaring that he practically ripped Jamie’s dick off in the process. “What the hell, Evan!”

What the hell
turned out to be three hard, stinging, open-handed smacks on his bare buttock.
Fuck.
Hurt like a bitch—Evan meant business. Three more loud smacks rang out and his other cheek turned into a mass of flaming fucking fire like the first one. “Ow! Evan, for fuck’s sake!” Strangely, his dick didn’t mind the spanks one bit. Apparently, it also liked thudding against the wall with each smack, even though it hurt almost as much as it felt good.

“
And I’m gonna give you a couple more for the shameless flirting and licking your lips all the time. No wonder they’re always chapped!”
Thwack, thwack
.
Fucking goddamn!
Maybe Evan had held back the first couple of thwacks? “What were you trying to do, Jamie, kill me? You seem to think I have more self-control than I actually do.”

“
I just want—” Shit, but his ass…
stung
. He had to take a breath.
Pervy fucker.
“I want you to take me to bed.”

“
I take you to bed almost every night.” Clearly, Evan was only patting his ass for his own pleasure now; it wasn’t doing a thing for Jamie except hurting. Jesus—burned like acid, but it felt weirdly good at the same time, knowing it was
Evan’s
hand doing the hurting. His dick
still
didn’t mind, kind of like when Evan pulled his hair, and it kept sliming the wall with unmentionable goo. “And it would be every single night if you’d quit insisting on going back to that rat trap you call an apartment with those two clueless dickheads. I swear, if they only had one brain between them, they’d be a viable threat to society.”

What did that mean? Did Evan want him to…what? Move in with him? Wanting to give Evan some space, he’d stayed overnight at the apartment the previous night—and it sucked. Evan couldn’t possibly think he wanted to sleep alone, could he? Jamie hated every minute he’d spent there. Goddamn lonely sleeping by yourself once you’d spooned in sweaty delight with another.

But…the…fucker!

Evan was just trying to derail his plans for the night. The getting fucked part, in particular.
Although
…Evan was busy worming a finger back into the crack of his newly red-hot, burning, horny ass, so maybe he was still feeling a bit frisky. The finger found its target and…ooh, slid easy, slick with spit. Yup. Frisky.

Evan began petting his hole, and fuck, did it feel good, despite his stinging cheeks. Or maybe because of it? Jamie squirmed, loving the sinfully wonderful, albeit competing, sensations and wanted to push back for more. Goddamn, was Evan ever gonna do more than just pet him? Or let him off the wall—he must’ve leaked a cup of precum all over the nice paint by now.

Panting, Jamie urged, “Stick it in.”

“
When I’m good and ready.”

Bastard! “C’mon, do it.”

Being a prick, he only teased by sticking the tip in. Jamie was about to press back and
take
what he wanted when Evan turned slightly and blocked the intended maneuver with a muscular thigh. “Please…” Jamie begged, “c’mon.” Evan took his finger away. “No, please…” Damn it. How did Evan always manage to turn him into this aching, begging ball of needy…
need
?

“
You want me to finger you, angel? Fuck your pretty pink hole with my fingers?”

Shit, the doc had a dirty mouth.
And he says I swear too much, the fucker.
“I’ve been begging, haven’t I?”

“
Beg some more,” Evan growled. Then he scraped his nails slowly and deliberately across Jamie’s sore, red,
spanked
ass.

A strangled groan came out instead of the asked-for groveling. Evan scratched again with his nails, following the exact same path, damn his black heart, before reaching again between the wall and his body to claim Jamie’s painfully neglected cock. “Y-yes!” Jamie sputtered.

“
So hard for me, aren’t you, baby?”

Arrogant prick. Arrogant prick with a firm, almost too-rough grip. Jamie had to slam his hands onto the wall to keep upright as Evan jacked him in that mean, squeezing fist. “Yes, yes, yes…” Jamie panted. Any second now he was gonna spill all over that fist. And the wall. And possibly his pants, currently sliding down to his knees.

“
Not yet, angel.”

To hell with you, buddy.
No way would he be able to hold back. Felt too good. Evan swirled his finger around in the fluid leaking profusely from his slit. Then he withdrew his hand, and seconds later, that evil finger, extra-slick now, found its way back between his ass cheeks. The spank-burn had mellowed. Felt kind of nice now. Hot. But not as nice as that finger doing unspeakably nasty things to him…pushing into him the way he liked. God, was Evan gonna finger-fuck him this time, or just torment him?

“
You like that, Jamie?”

God, the way Evan said his name.
Nice.
And couldn’t he tell? “Yeah,” he replied, because Evan wanted to hear him say it. “You know I like it when you do that to me.”

Evan worked his finger in. All the way. Then began a slow, steady, pumping rhythm. Jamie’s hips—his dick—hit the wall with every thrust as the finger fucked in and out and Evan’s thigh rocked Jamie’s pelvis back and forth. Jamie started groaning in earnest. Being pinned was so hot.

“
Nice and tight,” Evan complimented. “And hot. Almost as hot as your lovely red bum.”

“
Sick. Twisted. Bastard,” Jamie ground out from between clenched teeth.

Evan laughed in agreement.

It must be deliberate, the way Evan kept missing his sweet spot as he pumped, as much of a punishment as the spanks. Or perhaps he just liked being in charge, dominating him.
Well, duh, Jamie-boy. He is a dominant, and plainly said so.
The finger pumping went on and on…and
on
. Getting frustrated, stuck forever on the edge of release with that finger going so annoyingly, maddeningly slow, Jamie clawed at the wall. Didn’t help; he had no nails.

“
Getting frustrated, angel?”

Fucker wasn’t getting an answer. Hell with him. Jamie pressed his face into his hand as it splayed out on the wall and bit into the fleshy part of his thumb. In. Out. In again.
I’m gonna die. And he’s gonna let me, the bossy, twisted shit.

“
Want me to let you come?”

Jamie bit harder. Whimpered.

“
It feels so good to come after you’ve been waiting and waiting for it.”

I wouldn’t know, you sadistic asshole. You won’t let me come.
But then, Evan waited all the time for his orgasms, didn’t he? Guy had stamina galore. Jamie tried to ponder that as his dick thumped the wall and Evan’s finger drove him insane with that merciless in-out-in-out.

Sweat trickled down the corner of his eye. Or maybe it was a tear. Jamie couldn’t tell.

Mercy smiled upon him at last—either that or Evan’s finger was getting tired. Evan reached around with his other hand and took his drywall-abused cock into his free hand and squeezed. Jacked it expertly, thumbing the slippery head with each twisting stroke. “Oh God,” Jamie cried, his head falling with a bang onto the wall. He began to shake all over. The in-out-in-out accelerated, and his bones rattled from head to toe. The hand around his dick tugged harder. Faster
.
It was always better faster…

The tormenting finger buried in his ass twisted, curved, and stroked over his gland with expert precision, one perfect, powerful stroke. At the same time, Evan bit his earlobe and whispered right into his ear, “Come for me, Jamie.”

With a loud yell, Jamie did. Nothing could stop it. The world went white and snowed brilliant sparkles. His knees buckled, but, soundly impaled by the finger up his backside and his cock caught in a tight fist at the front, he remained upright. Pleasure hummed in every cell of his body; the orgasm even pulled some joy from Evan’s red-hot spank marks. Felt like being electrocuted, and his body jerked and flailed as he came, and came and
came.

The pumping hand around his dick gentled, another mercy, but Jamie continued to writhe around on the end of Evan’s finger, the one still inside him stimulating that bundle of storm-stricken nerves. Evan wrung every last bit of pleasure from his convulsing body. When he’d taken him as far as he could, he pulled his finger out and deliberately wiped it across his spanked ass.