“I’ve got you,” Jamie reassured. “You’re mine now.”
Jamie brushed a calloused thumb over Tyler’s chest, catching on one of his piercings. Tyler arched toward the touch, and a whimper fell from Tyler’s parted lips as he was overwhelmed by a sense of relief.
Relief at being touched.
Relief that it wasJamiewho was touching him.
Their mouths met again, and Tyler’s attention was torn between the dueling sensations of Jamie’s lips on his, and Jamie’s hand on his exposed skin.
Jamie’s touch trailed down, over Tyler’s upper thigh, down, down until he reached the hem of Tyler’s shorts. His fingers paused, toying with the frayed fabric there for a moment before dropping to caress Tyler’s bare thigh.
A shiver went through him.
“We don’t have time to do everything I want to do to you.” Jamie drew back, his forehead resting against Tyler’s, his breaths growing shorter and sharper against Tyler’s cheek. “I think I’ll take care of you nice and quick. Take the edge off so you can go back to work.”
“O-okay,” Tyler gasped.
“Good.” Jamie lowered his head and brushed his lips over the base of Tyler’s throat.
Tyler had stopped breathing, each moment of prolonged waiting heightening the anticipation. Jamie’s touch on his thigh so close to where he wanted it to be.
He hadn’t let himself want in a while–not like this. Not thekind of wanting that reached inside his chest and held him, gripped him tightly like a closed fist.
Jamie’s hand on his thigh trailed up. He flicked open the button of Tyler’s shorts and tugged down the zipper. Large knuckles dragged across the lace that held Tyler’s cock.
Tyler let out a sharp hiss, and his head fell back.
Oh, he was fucked.
Jamie teased, he fondled–fingers light and playful as he explored Tyler’s body. His mouth was decisive on Tyler's neck, kissing, licking, barely-there scrapes of teeth that left Tyler craving a bite. The tickle of Jamie’s mustache left him desperate, his skin tingling.
Jamie’s big hand encircled Tyler’s cock, squeezing gently, and Tyler couldn’t help but rock his hips into the touch, chasing the friction.
“I love the lace.” Jamie breathed the words against Tyler’s ear. “It’s the first time I’ve–” his words cut off with a groan. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to imagine a cock any other way.”
“Oh,” the word escaped–a whine and a whisper. “Fuck, Jamie, I’m…”
The fabric around his waist strained and squeezed as Jamie shoved his shorts down and yanked the jock strap out of the way, finally freeing his cock.
Jamie’s hand wrapped around him, working his cock with a confidence that had Tyler hurtling toward his release. Tyler barely had time to touch himself, and it had been years since he’d had someone else’s hands on him. And now, here was Jamie, taking him apart with nothing but a fucking handjob. Bracing his hands on the desk behind him, he met Jamie’s hands thrust for thrust. His breaths were hot in his chest, pleasure curling in his core, tightening.
Too soon, he was there. “I’m gonna–”
Jamie didn’t slow, maintaining the same pace with his hand as he crowded his body even closer to Tyler’s.
Tyler came hard, almost doubling over as the orgasm pulsedthrough him. As he lost himself in the euphoria, the pleasure that was good,sofucking good, Tyler couldn’t think of anything butthisandhereandnow. It was over too quickly, and the pleasure faded to a bone-deep satisfaction that left Tyler struggling to stay upright.
Jamie’s hand was still gently stroking his sensitive cock. “Enough,” Tyler whispered, blinking his eyes back into focus.
Jamie filled his vision. A damp blond curl hung down on his forehead, his face was flushed, his mouth parted and eyes still ravenous. Glancing down, Tyler’s eyes widened.
The front of Jamie’s black joggers were covered in Tyler’s release, streaks of white dripping over the hard bulge of his cock pressing against the damp fabric.
Tyler’s tongue slid across his lower lip. “Show me,” he said softly, staring at the bulge in Jamie’s joggers.
Jamie groaned as he pulled himself from his pants. He was proportional to the rest of his body, solid and uncut, and Tyler wanted to bury his face in the thick blonde hair that surrounded the base of his cock.
Jamie gripped himself, and Tyler couldn’t look away as his fist started gliding up and down his shaft.
