“Holy shit,” Gray breathed when Jameson finally pulled back. “What did I do to deserve that?”
Jameson spread his legs, straddling down over Gray’s hips as he leaned back. It felt good to let himself move exactly how he wanted to, rather than guarding his every gesture, and he began to flow with an energy he had never felt before. “Are you kidding me? You changed everything.”
“I did?”
Jameson brushed his thumb across Gray’s cheek, the coarse hair rough and pleasing against his skin. He wanted to grind down hard, to feel Gray’s cock pushing against his hole. “Look at me,” he said, arching his back. “I feel alive.”
Gray threw his arms around Jameson, then tumbled them over. He landed on top, and Jameson writhed beneath him, somehow even more turned on than before.
“There’s something else,” Jameson said, his anxiety picking up. “I should tell you that I haven’t done this before.”
Gray’s hands were trailing down Jameson’s thighs when he looked up, arching an eyebrow. “Never?”
Jameson shook his head quickly. “It was always too big of a risk. Especially when I was a teenager, I was too scared.”
Gray seemed to think carefully, tightening his brow. “We should go slow. With everything else going on, you’re already overwhelmed. I don’t want to take advantage.”
Jameson clasped his hands behind Gray’s head, then pulled him up. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “If you slow down, I’m going to lose my mind.”
Gray got a wicked grin. “Oh yeah? That sounds fun.”
Jameson giggled, and they met in another deep, slow kiss. It felt like Gray’s hands were everywhere at once, caressing and massaging at Jameson’s body. Pleasure burned like coals in the deepest part of him, warming from the inside while Gray’s breath danced over his skin. And when the right moment came, Jameson launched himself up again, throwing both of them sideways, then landing back on top.
Gray growled. Sprawled on his back, he looked up to Jameson with heat in his gaze. “I didn’t know you had it in you, beautiful.”
Jameson tugged his shirt off and threw it aside. “I didn’t either,” he laughed.
Gray grinned, and they fell back down to the bed together. They rolled back and forth, wrestling clothes off. Jameson explored Gray’s chest with his tongue, tracing over the hard nipples and taut muscles, feeling the way Gray responded to every breath. He kicked his pants off, and when Gray cupped his balls through his tight red briefs, he practically came right there.
“Fuck,” he whimpered. “I want it so bad.”
Gray grabbed the back of his head, tangling his fingers in Jameson’s hair and giving him a small tug. “Bad enough to beg for it?” he teased.
Jameson grabbed Gray’s cock, fat and hard in his boxers. Gray tensed under his grip, and Jameson felt waves of power and desire. If the mansion made him feel closed off and reserved, the motel was an opening, letting all his buried needs rush to the surface again. “Bad enough to just take it,” he whispered, and his tongue darted across the bottom of his lip.
Jameson turned, and glanced himself in the mirror above the dresser. His skin was flushed and sweaty, and his hair mussed up into tangles. With his hands placed flat against Gray’s chest and Gray staring up at him with hunger in his eyes, he looked primal and raw and needy.
“Oh my god,” he gasped. “I forgot to put on makeup for you.”
Gray took Jameson’s chin in his hand and brushed his thumb over Jameson’s lips, sending another jolt of desire to his core. “You’re still the most beautiful person in the world. With or without makeup, you’re everything.”
Jameson whimpered. He squeezed Gray’s cock, then grabbed his own, massaging the length as they stared in each other’s eyes. “I’m ready,” he moaned. “I’m ready for you.”
Gray grabbed him by the hips, then tugged him forward. “Then come here. I want to give you a treat.”
Jameson held his breath as Gray tugged down his briefs. His cock popped out, bouncing in the air, and then slapped against his abs. He was pink and slick, with drops of precum gleaming down his shaft.
He felt exposed, but not in the way he was used to. It was more like he wanted Gray to see him, to stare at every intimate, private part of his body and know it just like Jameson wanted to know him.
“So sexy,” Gray growled. His hands landed on Jameson’s butt, squeezing his cheeks, and Jameson whimpered again from the pleasure it sparked. He jerked his hips forward, biting down hard on his lips. “I’m going to go slow. You tell me what you like.”
“This,” Jameson moaned. “I like this!”
Gray started at his balls, rolling them in his palm. Jameson gasped as his hole quivered, the pleasure inching across his body, and tingling at places he didn’t know he had. With his knees beneath Gray’s shoulders, his cock was only inches away from his bodyguard’s piercing eyes, and Jameson could feel the breath, hot on his tip.
He started making noises he’d never heard from himself before. He was whining and whimpering, just like Gray said, begging for more.
“Gray,” he gasped. Gray drew his hand higher, gripping Jameson by the base, then darted his tongue along Jameson’s slit, licking up the precum.
