Breaking through the Bond (Espen Jetties #2)

7. King

7

KING

I was doing this. A date. With a hookup. So maybe it wasn’t a date, though I didn’t know what to call it. Definitely not the norm for me, but then again, something about Jamie told me he wasn’t the same as everyone else I’d been with. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. That alone was cause for further reflection. And another round in bed.

Barrel Lounge was a place I’d been countless times. Dancing, dinner, drinks, it pretty much had it all. And they were known for treating our team well. We got fast service and we tipped them nicely for it.

The hostess greeted me with a smile and asked if I wanted a table. I told her I was meeting someone; she left me to it. Stepping into the bar area, I looked around until my gaze caught Jamie’s dark eyes. He was sitting at a table but the second I started walking his way, he stood. Long legs, tight jeans—yes, please—and his shirt showed off every muscle. The man knew what he was doing. I had to resist the urge to palm my dick.

“Jamie.” I greeted him with a quick hug. I’d prefer to take possession of his lips, but we were out in public, and I didn’t know how he felt about kissing me here. Not that we weren’t all over each other at the club when we met but that was different. We were in a sea of writhing bodies in the dark. We were more open here. People might take notice.

The waitress came over and I ordered whatever IPA they had on tap. I didn’t want to get drunk tonight. Just a slight buzz. Because being with Jamie again, I wanted to savor him. Every touch. Every place my lips would meet his skin. I had no doubt we’d end up in bed again. We were too good together not to.

“Good day?” I asked him.

He shrugged one shoulder. “It was work.”

“What do you do?” The waitress came back with my drink, and I took a sip.

“I work in IT.”

“You’re smart.” I grinned.

“I’m okay.”

“And modest. At least you put your brain to good use instead of skating around and hitting things like me.”

He lifted a brow. “You do more than that.”

“You have an advantage. You know more about me than I do about you.” I leaned closer and dropped my voice. “Although I do have intimate knowledge of how your ass tastes. How it feels to slide deep inside you.”

There was no mistaking the lust filling his eyes. What was wrong with me? I wanted to get to know Jamie better, yet shortly after arriving, I was ready to pounce on him again.

“You’re not playing fair,” he said with a husky voice.

“I only do that when I have a ref watching me. Tonight, it’s just you and me. But we have time for that later.” I leaned back and took another drink. I needed to get us back to a less sex filled discussion. Nothing like personal questions to do the trick. “Do you have any siblings?”

He nodded. “A brother.”

“Get along good with him?”

“Depends on the day.”

“Typical siblings then.” I smile.

“How about you?”

“Two brothers and two sisters. I’m the oldest.”

“You have a big family.”

“Yeah, but I love it. We fight, some more than others, but at the end of the day, we always have each other’s backs.”

Jamie nodded but didn’t say anything else. It made me want to find out more about his family, but I had a feeling he was done with the topic. I needed to change the subject.

“Do you always bottom?” Back to sex it is.

His eyes widened. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that. Sex seemed like a safe topic for us. “Both but I prefer to bottom. You?” Luckily, there weren’t a lot of people around us. With the beat of the music from the other room, it drowned out conversations in the bar area.

“I switch. Don’t have a preference either way.”

“Good to know. Anything off-limits?”

“Don’t pee on me or hit me. I don’t get off on pain.”

“I’m with you there.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

Jamie cocked an eyebrow. “After what we just talked about, your follow-up is about favorite colors?”

“Gotta keep things interesting.” I winked.

“Green.”

“Original,” I said dryly.

A smile lifted the corner of his lips. Damn I wanted to taste him again. “Yours?”

“Chocolate.”

“That’s a food, not something you typically pick for a color.”

“It’s both. I love to eat. And it’s pretty to look at.”

“So, if I wanted to drizzle chocolate on you and lick it—”

“Sign me up,” I interjected. “As long as you don’t shove any item of food up my ass, I’m good.”

Now I got a full smile. He was so fucking beautiful. “Noted.”

We kept asking each other ridiculous questions. It was a light version of getting to know each other. I didn’t get the vibe that Jamie wanted to go deep so I didn’t dig. We had a few more drinks and laughed. I loved that he wasn’t serious all the time. That he liked to have fun. We meshed well.

Eventually, we made our way to the dance floor but only lasted two songs before we were pawing at each other. Since we weren’t surrounded heavily with people, we decided to move it out of here and go back to my place. Jamie didn’t offer his up. Hayes was out tonight so we had it to ourselves.

Once we were inside my condo, I kicked the door shut, locked it, and flipped on the lights.

“No Hayes?” he asked.

“He’s hanging out with Devon. We’re alone, though we shouldn’t fuck on the couch. Hard and fast rule between roommates. No cum on the cushions.”

Jamie grinned. “And you adhere to that?”

“Well, I’m not going to deny jerking off out here, but I try to keep the end result off the furniture.”

“You going to fuck me or are we going to keep talking about where it’s safe to shine a blacklight?”

“Fucking you is way more appealing.”

“I hoped so.”

Then I was on him. My lips met his as I pushed him against the nearest wall. Our bodies lined up from head to toe. Hard dick against hard dick. We were rutting, grasping, licking, it wasn’t enough, yet it was so damn good.

Jamie’s tight pants became a pain in my ass. I tried to get him out of them as we stumbled up the hall. I wasn’t going to fuck him out here. Not when I wasn’t sure what time Hayes would be home. He didn’t need to come in and see my bare ass in the air as I pounded into Jamie. Although, there was something really hot about the idea of him watching us together.

I groaned into Jamie’s mouth, getting harder by the second. I needed our clothes off. I needed to feel the tight grip of him around my dick. I needed his moans, his touches, his pleasure.

When we finally got into my room, he pushed the door shut then had me pressed against it. I loved that he could give and take. How he didn’t mind me controlling things one minute then him taking over the next.

He licked into my mouth as he undid my pants. I was trying to work his over his hips but not having much luck.

“You take off your clothes, I’ll do mine,” he said then we broke apart to do just that.

I had mine off in record time then turned on the light so I could watch Jamie shed his pants and briefs. His shirt was gone already, allowing me to see his muscles flex with his movements. When he was done, he stood, and we both looked each other over with appreciative eyes. God, he was gorgeous. All hard lines but not stacked with muscles like a bodybuilder. He was perfect.

“I don’t know whether to fuck you or lick you,” I said. My mouth watered. Decisions, decisions.

“How about you fuck me? Save the licking for round two.”

“Two rounds, you say?”

His hand gripped the back of my neck to pull me close again. “One won’t be enough.” No, it most certainly wouldn’t.

Our lips met, only this time it was slower, more controlled. I coasted my hands over his body, felt every part of him I could reach. I backed him toward the bed until he was lying on it, legs spread in invitation. Before I climbed on, I grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand, dropping them onto the bed. Once I started, I didn’t want to stop to search for supplies.

“Goddamn, look at you,” I marveled as I crawled over his body.

He arched up, trying to get some friction, but I hovered just out of reach. “King.”

“Need something?”

“You know I fucking do. Stop screwing around and get inside me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I pressed a quick kiss to his lips, grabbed the lube, and coated my fingers. My lips found his dick as my fingers searched for his hole. I swallowed him at the same time I worked one finger inside. He cried out, arched again, nearly choking me. I used my free arm to push him back down and hold him there. Precum hit my tongue, making me groan.

One finger became two. Jamie fisted the sheets, his head went from side to side, but I wasn’t fucking him until he was ready for me. I put three fingers in him, making sure he was nice and lubed, stretched.

“Now,” he called out. “Stop playing.”

I let his dick fall from my lips with a pop. “But playing is so much fun.”

He growled, “Fuck me.”

“Now that’s no way to get me to do your bidding, Mr.…” It occurred to me then I didn’t know his last name.

Instead of filling it in, Jamie grabbed the back of my neck and crushed his mouth against mine. My thoughts fled. My dick was hard as steel. Nothing else mattered except the two of us finding our release.

Jamie patted the bed for the condom while keeping our lips together. With deft fingers, he rolled it on me as I got more lube and spread it over my length.

I broke our kiss to move his legs wider but decided I wanted a different view. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rolled us until I was on my back, and he was on top.

“Ride me?” I asked in a whisper, my voice wrecked by his dick deep in my throat.

He didn’t hesitate to straddle my waist and grip my length so he could line us up. One hand on my stomach, another holding me steady, Jamie slowly sank down on me. His eyes fluttered closed; breaths became labored. I kept myself still, even though I wanted to surge upward. Jamie was controlling this. For now.

Once he was fully seated, he moaned low, stomach muscles contracting as he dropped his chin to his chest and splayed his hands over my abdomen. His dark hair fell onto his forehead, slightly damp with sweat. He was a vision. And all mine for the night.

My heart gave a little tug at that. I knew this wouldn’t be enough. I wanted him so badly, even though I had him with me. I wanted so much more. I wanted him to be mine .

But I couldn’t say those words out loud. I’d surely have him running out the door if I did, orgasm long forgotten. So, I gripped his hips, lifted him slightly, and started a steady pace into him. His hands moved to my chest to get a better angle. Eyes remain closed. But I couldn’t stop watching him. I wanted to remember every moment, suddenly turning emotional as I tried to pull our climaxes from us.

What the hell was happening to me? I never got like this. I knew there was something different about Jamie, but this solidified it. I wouldn’t be able to give him up after tonight.

“More, King,” he pleaded, pulling me out of my head.

I sat up so he could wrap his legs around me, then I shifted us until he was on his back again and I could really pound into him. He was close, his breath hitching. Reaching down, I grasped his dick in my hand, knowing I should have used lube but too far gone to care. I jacked him fast until he was calling out my name as his cum spilled between us.

Two more thrusts and I was gone, over the edge, moaning loudly while my body shook with the force of my orgasm. I kept pushing into him, prolonging my pleasure, until I couldn’t take it any longer and became too sensitive to continue.

I collapsed down on top of him, our bodies a sticky mess but I didn’t give a shit. I’d take it and so much more if it meant I got to do this again with him.

Because Jamie was different.

Special.

What we had went beyond casual sex.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if he didn’t feel the same.