cock’s out for anyone to see.”
Those hands weren’t small at all as they stroked, milking precome to the tip until it tingled and burned at the slit. A rough thumb spread it, dipped for more. With a quick jerk on Gavin’s arm, Jamie spun Gavin to pin his back flat against the door.
Jamie brought his thumb up between them. “Yeah, that gets you pumping, all right.” He smeared Gavin’s lips, shoving the thick, calloused digit into Gavin’s mouth.
Gavin wanted to force the bitter salt intrusion out with his tongue, give one of his laughs and get Jamie smiling with a Thanks to some interesting accidents and curiosity I already know how I taste, I wanted to know about you, but the look in Jamie’s eyes made Gavin hollow his cheeks and suck instead. He swirled his tongue over Jamie’s skin as he thrust his thumb back over Gavin’s lips and in again.
“This risky enough that you don’t need the high too? Knowing that any of your daddy’s rich friends could come by, see you getting your dick sucked. Does it make you feel important? Or is it a bad-boy thing?”
Jamie released him, brought the thumb to his own mouth and licked.
“I can see it makes you feel pretty damned good.” Gavin nodded at the tent in Jamie’s trousers.
“I always do.” Jamie stepped in and kissed him, held Gavin’s head for a long possessive lick inside his mouth, as if he wanted to chase that bit of come, draw it back.
Gavin had a lot more of it waiting. God, he’d had enough of waiting. He slammed his hips forward, because any friction on the spike of need between his legs was worth it, even what he could get from the brushed virgin wool covering Jamie’s cock.
Jamie held on to Gavin’s face and swiveled out of reach of his mouth and hips. “I could have you here, fancy pants around your ankles and my cock up your ass, the mayor and my boss right on the other side of that wall.” Jamie tipped his head back. “But I don’t need that to feel like somebody.”
Gavin stopped straining to get closer. The throb of denied want in his balls suggested this wasn’t going to end in smiles and departing nods of appreciation for a little relief from a dull evening. “I never said you did.”
Jamie had this wrong. It wasn’t about risk or acting out some bad-boy role. Gavin simply wanted to get off.
Gavin licked his lips and glanced down at the solid cock still hidden by fine tailoring. “But your suggestion isn’t without merit.” He gave Jamie the smile that had always managed to smooth things over, a touch of charm, mischief and acquiescence.
Jamie leaned in, and all those aches turned sweet again. Jamie’s calluses offered exquisite friction as he stroked Gavin’s dick, those full lips coming closer, blue eyes hooded with want, need.
Then Jamie stepped back and grabbed a roll of paper towels from a nearby rack to wipe his hands on. “Guess what? I’m not your party favor, Gavin, and this whole mess has already cost me enough. I’m not wasting the grand I spent on this suit.”
He walked off down the hall, wadding up the paper towel and sending it slamming back into the elevator wall near Gavin’s head.
Jamie had his suspicions about the identity behind the blocked number that had popped up on his phone four times over the past three days. It wasn’t the only reminder. Every day a new obscene addition had been made to the picture of Jamie and the Montgomerys someone had clipped from the paper and stuck on the bulletin board next to the locker room.
The Wednesday after the party, the ignored caller left a voicemail. Jamie could handle the little prince just fine on his own, but it never hurt to have reinforcements. That’s what he told himself when he waited to listen to it until after he’d pushed back a plate cleaned of a good chicken parm. Taking out his phone, he shot a glare over at the smug lucky bastard across the kitchen table from him.
“Urgent business?” Quinn asked.
“Gives me something
Those hands weren’t small at all as they stroked, milking precome to the tip until it tingled and burned at the slit. A rough thumb spread it, dipped for more. With a quick jerk on Gavin’s arm, Jamie spun Gavin to pin his back flat against the door.
Jamie brought his thumb up between them. “Yeah, that gets you pumping, all right.” He smeared Gavin’s lips, shoving the thick, calloused digit into Gavin’s mouth.
Gavin wanted to force the bitter salt intrusion out with his tongue, give one of his laughs and get Jamie smiling with a Thanks to some interesting accidents and curiosity I already know how I taste, I wanted to know about you, but the look in Jamie’s eyes made Gavin hollow his cheeks and suck instead. He swirled his tongue over Jamie’s skin as he thrust his thumb back over Gavin’s lips and in again.
“This risky enough that you don’t need the high too? Knowing that any of your daddy’s rich friends could come by, see you getting your dick sucked. Does it make you feel important? Or is it a bad-boy thing?”
Jamie released him, brought the thumb to his own mouth and licked.
“I can see it makes you feel pretty damned good.” Gavin nodded at the tent in Jamie’s trousers.
“I always do.” Jamie stepped in and kissed him, held Gavin’s head for a long possessive lick inside his mouth, as if he wanted to chase that bit of come, draw it back.
Gavin had a lot more of it waiting. God, he’d had enough of waiting. He slammed his hips forward, because any friction on the spike of need between his legs was worth it, even what he could get from the brushed virgin wool covering Jamie’s cock.
Jamie held on to Gavin’s face and swiveled out of reach of his mouth and hips. “I could have you here, fancy pants around your ankles and my cock up your ass, the mayor and my boss right on the other side of that wall.” Jamie tipped his head back. “But I don’t need that to feel like somebody.”
Gavin stopped straining to get closer. The throb of denied want in his balls suggested this wasn’t going to end in smiles and departing nods of appreciation for a little relief from a dull evening. “I never said you did.”
Jamie had this wrong. It wasn’t about risk or acting out some bad-boy role. Gavin simply wanted to get off.
Gavin licked his lips and glanced down at the solid cock still hidden by fine tailoring. “But your suggestion isn’t without merit.” He gave Jamie the smile that had always managed to smooth things over, a touch of charm, mischief and acquiescence.
Jamie leaned in, and all those aches turned sweet again. Jamie’s calluses offered exquisite friction as he stroked Gavin’s dick, those full lips coming closer, blue eyes hooded with want, need.
Then Jamie stepped back and grabbed a roll of paper towels from a nearby rack to wipe his hands on. “Guess what? I’m not your party favor, Gavin, and this whole mess has already cost me enough. I’m not wasting the grand I spent on this suit.”
He walked off down the hall, wadding up the paper towel and sending it slamming back into the elevator wall near Gavin’s head.
Jamie had his suspicions about the identity behind the blocked number that had popped up on his phone four times over the past three days. It wasn’t the only reminder. Every day a new obscene addition had been made to the picture of Jamie and the Montgomerys someone had clipped from the paper and stuck on the bulletin board next to the locker room.
The Wednesday after the party, the ignored caller left a voicemail. Jamie could handle the little prince just fine on his own, but it never hurt to have reinforcements. That’s what he told himself when he waited to listen to it until after he’d pushed back a plate cleaned of a good chicken parm. Taking out his phone, he shot a glare over at the smug lucky bastard across the kitchen table from him.
“Urgent business?” Quinn asked.
“Gives me something
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