“Quiet.” He squeezed Blake’s shaft and enjoyed the hiss of pleasure from Blake’s mouth. “You want them to hear you out there?” Blake whimpered, but Jeremy didn’t miss the flicker of lust in his eyes. “You’re a dirty boy, but you know I love it. You love knowing you’re naked with my hand on your dick and there’s a hundred people who could walk in and catch us.”
At those words, Blake shivered in his arms and his cock pulsed. God, Jeremy thought, watching Blake come alive at his touch, he could play for hours with him like this, all hot and sticky and begging underneath his hands.
“One day we’re gonna fuck right at the door so if anyone walks by, they’ll see you riding my dick while I pound you. You want that, don’t you? Tell me. You’d like it if someone would hear you begging for me to fuck you, wouldn’t you?” He squeezed Blake’s dick. “I want to give it to you.”
“Yes,” sobbed Blake. “God, yes.” His eyes rolled back in his head, and he stiffened and came, splattering Jeremy from chest to groin with hot, sticky come.
God, what a beautiful sight he was—face screwed up with passion, body quivering, hips pumping hard. A few weeks earlier, he’d mentioned he liked the feel of Blake’s scruff against his bare skin, so now Blake kept the stubble all the time, and it only made him sexier. Jeremy reached out and touched Blake’s face, sliding his hand along the roughness of his jaw.
“Go on. Give me more.” He wanted to hear Blake cry out his name.
He wanted Blake’s everything.
“Jeremy.” Blake sighed, his slack limbs and dazed expression a mirror of his obvious pleasure.
“I’ve got you.” He stood and got a bunch of damp towelettes he kept in his office and wiped his hands first, then returned to Blake, who hadn’t moved, and cleaned him up as well.
“Feel better now?”
A funny look flickered in Blake’s eyes. “What do you mean? I’m okay.”
“I just meant you were sleeping when I came in, so you must be wiped out. I know I would be if I had to get up at the asscrack of dawn to put on a suit and tie and sit in an office.”
“Oh, yeah. I am kinda beat.” His smile beamed up at Jeremy. “You wore me out, and I didn’t even do anything.”
Yeah, except take my breath and heart away.
Damn.He was in so deep, he was stumbling around in the pitch black, scared as shit. He wasn’t sure he liked this love thing. It made him unsure and afraid of failing again.
“But what about you?” Blake raised himself on his elbows. “I need to take care of you.”
“You’re you. That’s enough to get me off. Now get dressed ’cause I’ve got dinner coming for us.”
Naked, Blake stood and stretched, and Jeremy watched him hungrily, his eyes feasting on Blake’s flat stomach and lean thighs. He fully intended to have those long legs wrapped around him later tonight. Blake wasn’t a gym rat with sculpted abs like most guys who worked out at Hard Core, but Jeremy didn’t care about that. He liked to lie with his head on Blake’s chest and play with the soft dark hair swirling around his pretty pink nipples and kiss the heart-shaped birthmark that bloomed on his stomach.
Blake’s softened cock hung against his thigh, and Jeremy mourned a bit when Blake drew on his boxers and pants, covering up his body. He picked up his shirt and slipped it on, then buttoned it up and tucked it in but left the tie off. Aside from looking a bit sleepy-eyed, one would never know how hard and fast he’d gotten off only minutes earlier. Blake was back in his shield of armor, looking every inch the corporate type Jeremy used to shun as being too stuck up to notice him. He frowned to himself.
“You’re giving me a funny look. Is something wrong?” Blake ran a hand through his hair and sat back on the sofa.
“Nope.” Jeremy shrugged off his misgivings and kissed Blake’s nose. He was being stupid. They had amazing sexual chemistry together. So what if Blake made little comments every now and then about how pretty Jeremy was? It was time he outgrew this silly belief that people only liked him for his looks and body.
“Everything’s right. ’Cept I gotta go change out of this shirt.” He looked down the front of his black tee. The come had dried over the Hard Core logo on his chest. “You put the hard in Hard Core today.”
A blush painted Blake’s cheeks, and Jeremy couldn’t help but grin back at him. He had every intention of swooping in for another kiss but was forestalled by a knock on the door.
“Dammit. What?” He wrenched open the door to see a laughing Gino with a hand covering his eyes.
“Are you decent, or is that a stupid question?”
“What do you want?” The kid was getting on his last nerve.
Perhaps sensing his less than congenial mood, Gino put his hand down and sobered up. “Sorry, Jer. Hi, Blake.” He waved at Blake who, still lying half-reclined on the sofa, gave him a brief nod. “Sorry to interrupt, but the delivery person is here, and I didn’t know where to put the stuff.”
“Oh, yeah, right. Thanks.” He turned to Blake, who was now pulling on his funky-colored dress socks. “You hungry, babe? I special-ordered our favorites from Nora’s.”
“Oh. Uh, yeah. That would be great. I didn’t have time for lunch today. So busy.” As if on cue, his stomach let out a loud growl, and he gave a weak smile.
“Tell the guy to come in, Gino.”
