Tyler wouldn’t mind that. Not one little bit.
“Spin.” The request wasn’t loud. Jamie didn’t need to raise his voice to command authority. “Please,” he added.
Tyler obliged, crossing one leg over the other and raising on his toes as he spun himself around.
Jamie groaned. “Baby, show me what you’ve got on under there.”
With one finger, Tyler lifted the jersey just enough to expose the narrow hem of lace circling his upper thigh.
“Lace?” Jamie leaned back, his hands raking through his hair as his stare remained fixed on Tyler’s body. “Oh, I bet your cock looks so pretty all wrapped up in lace.”
Tyler felt alive. Alive and so fucking horny that it felt like his heart had dropped down into his belly, a beating and throbbing that was concentrating, building, making him dizzy with want.
He wanted Jamie to see him. He wanted to be wanted by Jamie, wanted to share his body with him in a way that went beyond just getting off and leaving satisfied. He wantedeverythingwith Jamie, and, finally, he wasn’t afraid.
The rough fabric of the jersey slid over his sensitive skin as he lifted the hem to show off the underwear. He heard a muttered “Fuck,” from the couch.
Lace made made him feel beautiful, and nothing in the world compared to the feeling of the fine stitching against the most sensitive parts of his body.
It also made him horny as hell. He was already hard, his cock straining against the green lace as he advanced slowly toward his boyfriend.
Between the off-duty executive look Jamie had up top and the slacks stretched tight across his thighs, Tyler couldn’t decide where to look. Finally he settled on those green eyes, which stared up at Tyler with such hunger and longing it made his skin burn.
“Beautiful,” Jamie breathed as Tyler came to a stop between his splayed thighs. “You are so, so beautiful.”
Tyler felt himself smile, threading a hand through Jamie’s blonde curls. His hair wasn’t quite soft, but Tyler loved how the messy locks felt between his fingers.
“C’mere.” Jamie’s hands tugged on the back of Tyler’s thighs, closing the space between them. His breath was warm and the stubble on his chin was rough against the base of Tyler’s throat.
Tyler stared down at him, unable to breathe, his body tight with anticipation.
Jamie’s fingers grazed the back of Tyler’s thighs until they reached the edge of the lace. “I love this,” Jamie whispered, his tone adoring as his hands brushed the fine fabric.
A shiver trailed down Tyler’s spine, and his thighs flexed.
Jamie looked up at him from under dirty blonde lashes. “I’m going to put my mouth on you now, okay, baby?”
Tyler nodded so hard his neck twinged. Jamie was the first person who’d ever called him “baby.” He’d never been the kind of person who commanded an endearment like that. “Slut?”Sure. He’d heard that one before. “Sexy?”Yep.
But “baby?”
He loved the way it sounded coming from Jamie’s mouth.
As Jamie’s head ducked down, Tyler’s fingers tightened in his hair. His teeth dragged over the lace, and Tyler pressed himself closer. It was electrifying, and he felt like he was hovering on the edge of control. When Jamie licked over the gusset of his panties, the hot, wet pressure of his tongue against his erection had him gasping, desperate for air.
Jamie took his time licking and sucking, and that combined with the steady leak of precum from Tyler’s cock, had the lace soaked through. Tyler couldn’t stay still, his hips rocking back and forth against Jamie’s mouth as the pleasure built at the base of his spine.
“Hop up here,” Jamie said, pulling away from Tyler’s body and slapping a hand onto the couch beside him.
It took him a moment to figure out what Jamie was thinking, but seconds later Jamie had maneuvered Tyler’s upper body to be draped over the back of the couch. He was on his knees, face buried into the leather cushion, with his back arched and his ass out.
Jamie tugged the panties down Tyler’s thighs. “Fuck,” he ground out, and Tyler felt the pad of his finger brush against his hole. “You, in my jersey, with my name on your back–fuck.” Tyler shifted backward, a silent plea for more, but then the touch slipped away.
Tyler was about to turn and ask his boyfriendwhy the hell he wasn’t fingering himwhen his words were cut off by the hot slide of Jamie’s tongue. He made a sound in the back of his throat that quickly turned into a whimper when Jamie’s tongue pressed inside of him.
It was impossible for Tyler to stay quiet. His cock ached, desperate to be touched. Every breath from Tyler’s lips was a cry, and he lost track of everything but his pleasure and the intoxicating rhythm of Jamie’s tongue working inside him.
This time, when Jamie pulled away, Tyler whined at the loss of him. “Jamie,” he pleaded.
