Jamie seems to find at least a portion of a second wind, and he nods feverishly.
“Now remember, tell me to stop and I stop.”
“Okay.”
“And Jamie, when I come, well… I’m a Minotaur.” I hold my dick up for him with both hands. “Everything is… bigger. So, I’m going to pull out. I don’t want to drown you.”
“No!” Jamie’s up on his elbowsnow, face flushed. “I mean, I want it. I mean, I want to try at least. How about I pull off if it becomes too much?”
I run my thumb up his jaw, taking in his handsome face. “You really want my cum, don’t you?”
“Magnus, look at you.” He nods to my dick. “You’re dripping with precum. Now please massage my tonsils with your cock.”
This makes me chuckle. How is he so adorable and sexy at the same time?
I hold on to his head and glide myself back into his mouth. He seems able to take more of me this way, but he leans on one elbow and uses his other hand to stroke the part of my shaft that he can’t quite get in.
“Look at your beautiful lips stretched around my fat cock.”
He tries to smile around me, and his tongue slides over the tip in a way that makes my hips quake. I press forward slowly, careful, testing, making sure he’s with me. His answer comes in the form of a muffled moan—hungry, eager. The sound shreds the last of my restraint. I tip my head back, grip tightening in his hair, and surrender to the heady rhythm of fucking Jamie Torres’ mouth.
“Jamie, you’re going to make me come. Soon.”
I’ve already jerked off three times today, and there’s a good chance it’ll happen again once I’m home. It’s all him. Every single thought, every glance, every little smile.
He lets go of my dick but keeps sucking, making the most adorable slurping noises. He gags a few times but never pulls off, and at this point I’m so close my hoovesare tingling. Jamie reaches under and massages my balls, or at least the spot right underneath, and it’s like someone has plugged my body into the entire Crownpoint electrical grid. Not someone. Him.
It’s been… years. Since Paul. I haven’t been with anyone. Just work and jerking off multiple times a day. Nothing—nothing—was ever like this. Raw. Real. So damn intense. Every nerve feels alive, every sense on high alert. It’s like discovering a part of myself I didn’t know existed, one that’s been waiting for him—for Jamie.
I reach over and run a palm down his back, taking in the curve of his lower back until I reach his hole. It’s still wet from my mouth, and I tap a finger a few times, then gently press in, and yeah, I’m done for.
“Jamie. Jamie, I’m… I’m…” I can barely speak. The pleasure consumes me. “Remember to pull off.”
I plunge into his throat, my finger moving just inside his warm, inviting ass, and that’s it. The dam doesn’t just break. It comes crashing down.
Everything I’ve been holding in—the control, the restraint, the careful professionalism—spills over in an instant. My thoughts, my pulse, my every nerve demand it all at once, and I can’t stop it.
“Fuuuuuck. Your mouth feels so good.”
Jamie does his best to guzzle it down, and he takes the first couple of shots, but then, because I’m… well, me, it’s just too much. It would be too much for another Minotaur, a yeti—probably even a small dragon.
Cum spills out of his mouth as he pulls off. It’s dripping from the sides of hismouth, and I move to turn away, but he grabs my cock and points it right at his face. Eyes closed. Mouth open. He takes the next few blasts, my thick seed plastering his entire grinning face.
“Oh fuck, yes, Mr. Trainor. Give me your load.” He licks his lips, eyes still closed. “You’re so fucking hot. And delicious. Cover me in it.”
Taking his words as permission, I obey, pumping myself, release surging out in heavy bursts, splashing across his beautiful face like an uncapped fire hydrant. He shakes his head back and forth, eager to catch it all—skin, lips, mouth. The sight of him so desperate, so fucking precious, wrings a few more pulses from me, more than I thought I had left.
When I’m finally done and poor Jamie is drenched like a drowned rat, I step closer, hand hovering for a moment.
“Don’t move,” I say.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” His eyes are plastered shut.
I grab a towel from the bathroom. “Here,” I say, pressing it into his hands. “You’re… a mess.”
He takes a swipe at his eyes and looks up at me, blinking, the biggest smile spreading across his face like he’s just won the Mega Monster Bucks.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.”
