“Relax.”
“Can’t.” He ran his hand over my dick, and I slammed my head back against the pillow. He didn’t say anything more but pressed my dick against my belly in a way that felt good but wasn’t anywhere near enough. I strained and tried to put more pressure on myself.
“Now don’t do that. Let me do the work,” he whispered, and slid down the bed. I held my breath as he smirked and leaned forward, then whined and closed my eyes as the heat of his mouth closed around one ball and then the other, even though they were already tight to my body. For a little while he sucked and licked me there and it was incredible. My brain went offline and all I could do was feel. I’d never had someone’s mouth on my balls, and it was oddly better than I’d ever considered it could be. He took his time and moved my sack out of the way to lick underneath, and then his hot, slippery tongue edged farther down. I cried out when he finally swirled the tip of his tongue along my taint and directly over my hole. He immediately pulled away.
“Please, don’t stop,” I panted out, and he laughed, slapping his hand across my mouth.
“None of that. We don’t want anyone busting in the door.” He winked, but I got the idea he might be serious. Fuck, he might even beright, but I just didn’t care. I tried to stick my ass higher in the air and my abs began to ache from the tension in my body. “You’re so fucking lush this way. Fuck,Hunter.”
Jamie flexed his hand on my mouth and a streak of heat pelted through my body until my dick was leaking so much that I could feel precum sliding down my shaft and along my balls. He stuck his tongue out. I whined against his grip as he alternated lapping at my shaft and taking long swipes against my hole. He teased me for so long, my legs were beginning to ache with the strain of keeping them spread, and then he wriggled his tongue into me and I thought I might come. My legs shook and I licked and sucked on his palm, trying to do anything to distract myself, but my dick strained and leaked and felt so fucking good. And he just kept going. My body felt like a giant knot that one tug would unravel.
Tap, tap, tap.Jamie stopped slurping against my hole, and I wanted to die. There was another light tap on the window, and I heard some loud words that sounded a hell of a lot like King’s angry voice coming from out there as well. With a groan, I let my legs fall to the bed.
“What’s going on?” I mumbled, but really still felt too good to care.
“Fuck, they must have heard Cor outside. Damn it.” He left the bed, and I was so hard it hurt. I wanted to give myself just one or two little tugs, but I rested my hands on my stomach and fought to keep still because I knew I was too close to do anything like that.
“Jamie, come back.”
“I will, sweetheart, I will.” He opened my window and messed around with the screen until it slid up too. “Corbin, ya here?” He stuck his head out, and I was left with a nice view of his naked back and ass. When had he ditched his underwear?
“What the fuck, Shannon!” came King’s voice, definitely outside, and I hid my face in my hands while still harder than I’d ever been in my life. I breathed through some weird residual excitement at hearing King bark like that and laughed at myself.
“Treatin’ your boy like royalty instead of with spit and hope, that’s what. Fuck off, yeh bloody—” Jamie slammed the window, and there was more shouting across the hall. King’s bedroom door smacked open.
“Fucking Irish asshole!”
There was another soft male voice I could only assume was Dallas. I rolled over onto my front in case my door opened and buried my face in the pillow, shocked with how good it felt to have my body weight on my raging hard-on. I humped the bed and wanted to keep going. Tingles raced through my stomach and my breath caught.
“Oh, that’s a pretty sight, but I want to see your eyes, love,” Jamie whispered. The bed dipped as he crawled back to me.
“No, you’re going to leave them alone.” Dallas’s voice was very distinct, and then the door across the hall closed quietly again.
Jamie yanked on my shoulder, and I turned onto my back for him. When I was the one doing things to him, I hadn’t felt so breakable, but right now I wasn’t sure what to do, and maybe Jamie realized that because he leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. I could taste the musk of my body, and it was a weird turn-on that had me sucking on his tongue. He hummed and pushed me back against the bed.
“Open those thighs for me, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Was it like this when I was fucking you?” I asked and moved my legs apart, my heart feeling like it was going to jump out of my chest. He kissed me again.
“Aye, I think so. It was so good, and ya treated me just right. I want to return the favor.” He tore at the packaging of the lube and had the tube open in no time flat. He touched my asshole with fingers as slick as his tongue had been, and that was really good. He urged me onto my side and lay beside me, and then moved my leg over his hip and went back to kissing me. My dick was still hard enough to use as a baseball bat and it bumped his stomach, sending shockwaves of need through me as he swirled his touch and toyed with my asshole. I leaned into his kiss, and he finally worked a finger inside me.
“Relax,” he whispered against my mouth, but that was the exact opposite of anything I ever did. One finger wasn’t great—it fucking hurt—and when he finally slipped in two, it wasn’t good, either. He pulled back to look at me and eased his fingers out.
“Ever hear of a power bottom?” he asked with a smirk.
“Maybe?”
He slapped the lube into my hand and his lips twitched like he was trying to stop himself from laughing. “Ya were good when ya were in charge, aye? Well, I’m happy to let ya be again, if ya know what I mean.”
I wasn’t honestly sure I did, but I took the lube from him, and he flopped onto his back, leaving his dick waving in the air.
I got onto my knees beside him, and some of my confidence returned with the lusty way he stared at me. I squirted lube on my fingers and immediately coated his dick with it until his hard flesh gleamed. “Love this,” I whispered. His eyelids slid closed and his eyebrows furrowed.
“We played a lot. If ya… fuck, if ya want to fuck me, we can do that.”
“No, I want to try everything with you.” He opened his eyes and watched me as I reached back and slipped my fingers into my hole. Stretching myself was odd, but it didn’t hurt like when Jamie was doing it, and he was probably right. I’d been tensing up for him.
“Fuck, yes, you’re fucking yourself?” He grabbed his dick near the base and let out a long, shaky breath.
