Breaking through the Bond (Espen Jetties #2)

13. King

13

KING

“You didn’t give him all your condoms, did you?” Jamie asked from where he was sitting on the couch.

“Fuck, no.” I dropped back down beside him. This time he put his arm around me, and I snuggled in close, loving the feeling of him next to me.

He put on a movie, though I wasn’t paying attention to it. I couldn’t when all I thought about was how much better he’d feel against me if we were both naked. We had the place to ourselves. No need for clothes.

“What’s the verdict?” he asked.

“Hmm?”

“Come on. It’s obvious you had me over for dinner while Hayes was here so he could get to know me better.”

“I’m pretty transparent, huh?”

He used his finger to tip my chin up. “Sometimes. Maybe someday I’ll be able to know it all from just one look at you.”

“Plan on sticking around for a while then?”

“I can be persuaded to.”

My fingers walked up his chest to his neck where I held the back of it. “What do I need to do to make you want to take a risk with me?” My heart was beating fast. Yes, we talked when we were out at dinner and texted since then, but having him here in front of me left me feeling vulnerable. I needed to know he was in this with me because I was wading into the deep end with him.

His lips hovered close to mine. “Just be yourself, King.”

Then he kissed me long and sweetly. I opened for him. His tongue swept in, caressing mine.

I whispered against his lips, “I want you to be yourself with me too.”

“I’m trying.”

Threading my fingers into his hair, I held on to him and licked my tongue over his bottom lip. “You taste sweet like the chocolate torte I made. It’s even better on your lips.”

“You can lick me anywhere you want.”

“Are you up for some fun?”

He pulled back and grinned. “Hell, yeah.”

I smacked a kiss on his lips then stood and went into the kitchen. “Meet me in the bedroom, honey.”

“Pet names already?”

“Absolutely.”

In the fridge I found a bottle of chocolate syrup and took it out. I really needed to stop indulging my sweet tooth, but it was hard to resist, especially at the thought of pouring this onto Jamie’s dick.

Since I doubted Hayes was coming home tonight, I started shedding my clothes as I walked to my bedroom. By the time I was naked, I entered the room to find Jamie on my bed, completely bare, with his hand stroking his dick. I stopped in my tracks and took in the delicious sight of him. My tongue snuck out to lick my lips. I needed his dick in my mouth.

“Gonna do something with that or just stand there admiring the view?”

I swallowed and slowly let my eyes travel up his body until they met his. “I’m not sure. We could charge admission for such a scene. Of course there would have to be a disclaimer.”

I walked over and put the syrup on the nightstand. I stared down at him. He was gorgeous. There was a lot I wanted to do with him, yet knew there weren’t enough hours in the night to make it happen. Plus, I’d need some recovery time. Not much, but I didn’t want my dick to go raw, or his for that matter.

“What would it say?” he asked.

“For your viewing pleasure. No touching allowed. Property of Kingston Walker, Espen Jetties Superstar Stud Winger.”

“You think you have a claim on me?” We were moving fast. I knew that but was helpless to stop it. I wanted this with him.

He reached over with his free hand to tug my dick toward his mouth but didn’t take it inside. Simply stroked me a millimeter from his lips.

“I’d like to,” I said honestly. “Don’t want you fucking anyone else. Dating anyone other than me.”

“Does that mean this cock belongs to me?” He blew warm breath over the tip, causing me to shiver.

“Fuck, yes it does.”

He was about to take me into his mouth, but I stepped back with the tiny shred of willpower I had left. “I have plans for you.” I grabbed the syrup and held it up. “Do you mind getting dirty?”

“With you? Never.”

“Good because I’ll be sure to lick you clean.”

He moaned. “I like the sound of that.”

I swatted his hand away from his dick then popped the lid on the syrup. Tipping it over, I let the sticky substance drizzle over his length like a banana on a sundae. He hissed at the cold of it. Just for fun, I poured a single trail up his stomach to his nipples and left a little on each side. I snapped the lid closed and placed it on the nightstand.

His chest rose and fell, anticipation clear on his face as his eyes searched mine. Leaning down, I braced my hands on the bed and licked around his nipple. The sweetness of the chocolate hit my tongue. This was a very good idea. I sucked on the taut peak, swirled my tongue, before moving to the other side, making sure to lap all the stickiness from him.

Next, I followed the trail down his stomach to where his dick was hard against his abs, a nest of tight curls at its base. “Goddamn, you’re stunning.”

“Are you talking to my dick or to me?”

I lifted my head and found him watching me. “Both?”

He laughed. “That works.”

Not being able to wait any longer, I licked the length of Jamie’s dick like it was a chocolate-covered lollipop then slipped the head between my lips to suck on him.

He palmed the back of my head. “You’re mouth, King. So hot.”

Lust punched through me. I took Jamie to the back of my throat and swallowed the best I could before pulling back a little so I could keep working him over. The mixture of precum and chocolate might become my new favorite flavor.

Jamie started lifting his hips off the bed in short thrusts into my mouth. My dick was begging for attention so I wrapped my hand around it as I continued to glide my lips over him, chocolate disappearing until all I could taste was him. The sounds he was making, the way he held me in place to fuck my mouth, not forcefully, not making me choke. It was so good, but not nearly enough.

I put my hand on his thigh and lifted off him. He let me go. “Will you fuck me?” I didn’t care if I was on top or bottom, but I knew Jamie preferred bottom. If he didn’t want to do this, I was fine with that. I just wanted to feel closer to him.

“Yes.” One word and it stoked a fire in my veins. Jamie sat up and reached into the nightstand for a condom and lube. “On your hands and knees.”

I groaned and stroked my dick twice more before crawling onto the bed. I grabbed for a pillow, bunching it up, then dropped my head and chest to the bed, leaving my ass in the air for him to use however he wanted.

The top of the lube opened then closed. I felt him drop it onto the bed. Next, a finger was gliding around me right where I wanted it.

“Such a pretty hole, King. All for me.”

“God, yes,” I moaned as I took a quick look over my shoulder. Jamie was kneeling behind me, his eyes on my ass.

He slid a finger in slowly. There was something erotic about knowing he was watching his finger move in and out of my body. “Nice and tight,” he murmured. “I’m not sure how much patience I have since you worked me up already.”

“I can take more. A quick stretch and I’ll be good.”

“You don’t like pain.”

“No, but it won’t hurt for long before it will feel so fucking perfect.”

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my spine. “What are you doing to me, King?”

“Whatever it is, you’re doing it to me too.”

Jamie stretched me until I couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to get in me. When the blunt head of his dick started breaching me, I arched my back, trying to lessen the bite of pain. I hadn’t bottomed in a while. I should have let him stretch me more, but I wanted him so badly. I couldn’t wait. Now I had to deal with the burn.

Slowly he rocked into me. Taking his time. Stilling my hips with strong hands to prevent me from impaling myself on him. I wanted to get through this part and to where only pleasure reigned. Where my mind checked out and all I did was feel.

It took him a bit, but he finally pressed his body flush to mine. Balls to my ass. Skin to skin.

“Move, honey,” I barely got out.

He did. It was sensual at first. Like we were making love, even though we weren’t anywhere near ready for that term to be used. Although, that was how it felt. He was taking such good care of me.

Working a hand from my hip to my front, he took my dick in it, still slicked with a little bit of lube, and started stroking me. His thrusts sped up. I could hear his panted breaths. Sweat dripped from his skin to my back.

“Faster,” I pleaded.

Jamie didn’t disappoint. He must have realized I was good and open for him, fully ready. He picked up the pace, taking me over and over, his thrusts in time with his strokes of my dick.

“Hurry, King. I’m not going to last.”

I met his every forward motion, pushing myself back, our bodies smacking together in the quiet of the room. The sound like a drum to the beat of our unique rhythm.

My release slammed into me with such force my arms bent, and my legs started to give out. Jamie wrung the cum from me then wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me up. He was right behind me, moaning, spilling into the condom that I suddenly wished wasn’t there.

After a few final jerks of his hips, he laid on top of me and I promptly collapsed to the bed, not giving a shit that I was lying in a puddle of my own cum.

“Holy fuck,” he panted out.

“I know.” It was all I could say. Not only because I was physically wrung out and used in the best possible way, but because he was on top of me and as much as I loved the weight of him there, my face was smooshed into the bedding and I was losing air.

I wiggled enough to where he finally rolled to my side then I tried to lift up but failed. I could only turn my head to look at him. “I’m a mess.”

He glanced over and tugged on my beard. “You are but it’s hot.”

“My cum is acting like a glue between my stomach and the comforter. I’m too tired to move and unstick myself.”

Jamie chuckled and removed the condom. He tied it off, stood, tossed it into the trash can in the bathroom, and came back for me. “Come on.” He held out his hand. “Let’s get in the shower.”

“We need to change the sheets unless you want to sleep in the wet spot.”

“Not so much.”

“Shower. Sheets. Sleep.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

When we were both in the shower, steam surrounding us, Jamie took time to wash me off. I reveled in every stroke of his soapy hands over my body. When I was clean, I returned the favor, acquainting myself with the ridges of his muscles, every inch of skin. There was no part of Jamie I didn’t find sexy as hell.

Back in bed, I made him the little spoon, buried my face in the back of his neck, and drifted off to sleep, smelling the scent of my body wash on his skin.