Wedding Bet (Fixer Brothers Construction Co #8)

9. Jamie

9

JAMIE

Whatever version of myself had decided that I didn’t like hookups was dumb.

Really dumb.

Because right now, I was pretty sure I was ready to sign myself up for a lifetime of it if it was always this good.

As I kissed Landry, though, I also knew that no other hookup would likely come close to this. I wasn’t sure how he knew my body so well already, but it was like his hands had a cheat code to every little thing that would feel good for me. I was so hard already, and all we’d done was kiss.

When was the last time I had wanted someone this much?

He bunched my hair up in his fingers, giving it a little tug as he rutted forward against the side of my leg.

I hummed as I pulled back to breathe, looking at his face in the dim light.

“I thought you felt good earlier, but you feel even better now,” I said, a little breathless.

His hand trailed down the front of my body, going lower and lower, from my chest to my stomach and then just above my cock.

I moaned.

“Too much?” he murmured.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I said.

My cock throbbed as his palm got closer, and when he dragged his hand along it, I couldn’t help but move forward and shove it against his hand.

He let out a satisfied little low chuckle. “Eager,” he said.

“Very much,” I said, pushing in even closer against him.

His mouth was close against my face again, kissing along my cheek until he found my earlobe. His teeth grazed up against it and he brought it into his mouth, sucking gently.

I moaned again, feeling like I was going to melt into a helpless little puddle of pure want .

I reached lower and found the hem of his shirt, pulling up on it. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. If I admitted it to myself, I was pretty sure I’d wanted to feel his skin since the moment I’d met him.

He pulled back and helped me tug off his shirt, and suddenly I was met with his warm, spiced-sweet smell. The subtle cologne I’d become completely obsessed with this week.

I took my shirt off, too, and when I leaned up against him next, I got the skin-on-skin contact I’d craved.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” Landry said, reaching down again to palm my erection.

“I’m not going to want to stop,” I murmured. “Promise.”

“Well, then,” he said, bringing his palm up to the skin of my stomach and then gently pushing down past the waistband of my pants.

I groaned as his hand made contact with my bare cock beneath the pants. He gave it a squeeze and I swore if I hadn’t been in bed, I would have dropped down to the floor.

In that moment, my cock belonged to him. It was his, for better or for worse. His hands felt strong as he gripped my cock in his fist, just giving it a teasing squeeze.

I pushed into his fist, desperate for anything more. I reached down and shoved off my pants, wanting them gone.

Landry was stroking my cock now, and I pushed away the top covers on the bed, giving us more space. When I looked down, I could see the glint of precome on the tip of my cock in the dim light.

My hands felt around for him, too, and when I felt the outline of him through his pants, a fire ripped through me.

“Take your cock out,” I said.

His eyes widened briefly, and a faint smile settled on his face.

“Telling me what to do, huh?” he asked, cocking his head to one side. He leaned in and kissed my collarbone, and I moaned.

“Yes. I need you.”

“You’ll have me.”

“I need your cock ,” I told him definitively.

I wasn’t afraid anymore.

He needed to know that I wasn’t shy. Know that I wanted him, very directly.

He tossed away his pants and underwear, and when I next looked over, his cock was free and very, very hard.

And I couldn’t help but notice that he was big . A light, downy patch of hair gave way to a cock that looked like it could have been a damn piece of art, ruddy and swollen in the best possible way.

“Holy hell,” I murmured. “You are…”

“I am… very turned on,” he said.

“You look so good.”

“Likewise, Jamie.”

“Can I touch you? Can I—”

I shifted on the bed until I was at face level with his erection. I leaned in and gently kissed along his shaft, feeling some strange urge to show him exactly how much I wanted to worship his dick. I’d never much been into that kind of stuff before. I was a practical kind of guy, and though I liked cock, I’d never been so impressed with one before now.

He let out a delicious moan as I let my tongue slide out against it.

“Wasn’t expecting that,” he muttered to me.

“You are crazy if you thought you were going to take this cock out and not get a reaction from me,” I said. “It’s a fucking thing of beauty, Landry. I could paint a picture of it and frame it. And then jerk off to it.”

He laughed softly, which gave way to a breathless gasp as I took him into my mouth for the first time.

I’d all but forgotten about my own dick. It was pleasure enough to have him in my mouth, and seeing it in front of me had been quite a big distraction.

“That is fucking incredible. But I want you to know something, Jamie,” he said in that velvety voice, and even the sound of my name coming from him was enough to turn me on more.

“Hmm?” I hummed back at him, catching his glance as I dipped lower onto his cock.

His gaze was pure heat. His teeth sank onto his lower lip for a moment before he spoke again. “You know I’m going to want your cock inside my mouth after this, right?”

If you still want it after you come, I thought, even though I hated that my brain could be so pessimistic.

I popped off of his dick for a second, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Is that right?”

“It’s a promise,” he said. “If you want it.”

I groaned, dipping low again to suck him off.

“That sounds like a yes,” he said. “I’m going to return the favor and then some, Jamie. I’m going to—oh, God , that is so fucking good, what are you doing with your tongue?”

I was swirling it up and down in little circles, all along the length of his shaft. I took his cock as deep as it could go into my throat after, and the way he started to come undone was one of my favorite things I’d ever seen.

“Fuck, Jamie, if you keep doing that I’m going to come,” he said with a broken breath.

I hollowed out my cheeks around his cock, sucking a little harder as I pulled off with a pop .

“I think you deserve that after the busy day you had,” I murmured. “I want to taste you, Landry.”

And then I went back down, increasing my pressure and my rhythm until he was cursing under his breath and gripping the bedsheets in one of his fists. His other had was placed firmly on top of my head, holding me like I was his—or like he was fucking my mouth. Both were equally hot to me.

“Please,” he whispered a minute later, and when I felt him bucking his hips involuntarily, I knew he had to be close.

I kept up my pace and when he started to come, I held him, taking every last drop and swallowing around him.

I had done that. I had shared this moment with him, making him lose control. A man who was always so in control, giving it all up to me.

I liked that.

“You are fucking perfect, Jamie,” he uttered, and when I caught his glance, I couldn’t believe this was really my life, for a moment.

His amber eyes, his chiseled face. His beautiful, movie-star swoop of hair.

And above everything, the kindness that he showed me.

The phrase too good to be true swirled around in my mind. But he was real, and everything he said seemed true, too.

“You’re not so bad yourself, fake boyfriend,” I murmured to him. “ Baby .”

He smiled gently, leaning forward and sitting up so that he could kiss me again.

“Sure as fuck didn’t feel fake to me,” he said.

My heart did a little flip.

If anything, I’d thought he would be the one who would have wanted to remember that none of this was real. That it was just a hookup, and that nothing about it was remotely relationship -adjacent.

“Well, you deserved to come,” I said.

“And I’m keeping my promise,” he told me, raising an eyebrow. “Lay back down on this bed, Marshmallow.”