“Want you too. I wanna see those big baby blues staring at me when I swallow you down. What d’you say?”
I say make love to me until I forget everything bad that happened to me today. Tell me I’ll find another job. I wish you could take all my troubles away. I wish I was man enough to tell you I got fired.
His father’s mocking laughter rang in his ears, and Blake wrapped his arms around Jeremy and held him tight.
“Aww, baby, what’s the matter? Those bastards are working you too hard—I’m telling you. Don’t you worry though.”
The strength of Jeremy’s warm palm soothed Blake as it massaged the back of his neck and Blake could’ve spent all night cuddled in Jeremy’s arms, keeping the wolves of his past and present at bay.
“I’ve got big plans for you.” With those words, Jeremy kissed him, his lips not hard and demanding, but tender and loving. Gentle, sweet touches with his lips and tongue, murmuring love words.
“Can’t get enough of you. Want you more and more every day. Love you.”
Blake fell back, his bones melting from the touch of Jeremy’s lips on his. He was such a goner for this man, but in the back of his mind he wondered if Jeremy would feel the same about him if he found out Blake no longer had a job. Then Jeremy’s hot mouth engulfed him, and Blake moaned with pleasure, forgetting everything except Jeremy making love to him.
Chapter Thirteen
Finding Blake dozingon his office couch was definitely the best thing to happen to him all day. No one had told him Blake waited for him, but now he recalled the grins on both Gino and Benny’s faces when he said he was going to be working at his desk and didn’t want to be disturbed.
Enough wasting time. He had his man laid out before him, ready for feasting. God, how was he ever going to be able to work in this office again with all these sexy memories of Blake everywhere he turned?
“Let’s get you totally naked.” Without waiting for a response, Jeremy pulled off Blake’s silk tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and tossing both items to the floor. Only the sound of Blake’s heavy breathing filled the air, and Jeremy held his blue-eyed gaze as he pulled off his socks, then drew his pants and boxers down, leaving him beautifully, gloriously naked. His cock jutted up, red and proud from a trimmed dark bush, the head wet and swollen, and Jeremy had to smell him. He needed to taste all that skin.
Fine shivers ran through Blake when Jeremy dipped his head to bury his face in Blake’s groin. His cheek rubbed against the hot shaft of his erection, and Blake groaned at the contact.
“I missed you this morning.”
“Sorry.” Blake blinked, his gaze skittering away for a second.
“’S’okay. You’ll make it up to me here and now.” He licked around the base of Blake’s dick. Everything about this man turned him on, even his smell. “You taste good.”
“Suck me again. Comeon.” His agonized whisper brought a smile to Jeremy’s lips. Reserved, almost laconic with people he didn’t know, Blake had proved to be a shockingly sensual bed partner, abandoning his outward conservative appearance and begging to be fucked as hard as possible.
“Soon.” Instead of giving in to the overwhelming desire to touch all that smooth skin, Jeremy continued to nuzzle at Blake’s hip, then swiped his tongue around Blake’s balls, reaching back to slide his fingers back and forth on Blake’s taint. “Wanna drive you crazy.”
“Are you nuts?” Blake gasped out loud. “You do that every day by touching me. By being you.”
His heart beating fast, Jeremy stared at Blake. No one had ever said anything so sweet to him. So real.
“Me?” He swallowed, hardly able to draw a breath.
“Yeah.” Blake held his gaze. “You.”
He had little to reciprocate for the gift Blake offered of those heartfelt words. Instead, Jeremy took Blake into his mouth, worshiping his body, hoping it would be enough. Loving the salty taste of Blake’s precome on his lips, Jeremy suckled and teased the crown of Blake’s cock, paying homage to it. More than any other man he’d been with, Blake responded to every kiss, every touch, with such complete abandon, it was as if the simple brush of Jeremy’s fingertips and sweep of his tongue was precious and magical. Nothing gave Jeremy more pleasure than pleasuring Blake.
Desire sparked a fire running through his veins, but Jeremy held himself in check, his lonely doubts playing tricks on him. Did Blake love him, or did he love the way he made Blake feel?
“Jeremy, please.” Blake arched up against him, reaching out with his hand, seeking a kiss. “I need you.”
Hearing those words, Jeremy buried his misgivings and took Blake’s mouth in a bruising kiss, sucking hard at those beautiful lips. Jeremy wanted to mark and claim Blake, show the world who he belonged to and let him feel the strength and depth of Jeremy’s passion.
Their lips clung together even as his hands worked Blake’s cock up and down, a little bit rough, as he knew Blake liked.
“This, huh?”
Blake gasped against his mouth, and Jeremy passed a hand over the wet and slippery crown of Blake’s cock. He gave it a twist, grinning at Blake’s choked cry.
“God, Jer, what the hell.”
