if I cleaned up some, I’d get you to go a little oral for round two. Get your tongue on my balls.” Jamie dipped his soapy hand lower, under the sac, cupping them and teasing them under Gavin’s gaze. “Maybe in my ass.”
There was no mistaking the heated intent in Gavin’s eyes—in fact that was the one expression Jamie was sure he read right on the guy’s face. Most everything else stayed buried under a bored look or a mocking arch of his brows. Jamie wondered if there was anything Gavin took seriously.
“Depends.” Gavin stepped into the shower.
Having someone like a Montgomery want him was hot, but Gavin’s way of ignoring every bit of fuck-off-and-die attitude Jamie threw out kept him off balance. But fuck if Jamie could ignore Gavin’s challenge, no matter what warning was carved into Jamie’s side in blood and ink.
“On?” Jamie asked.
“Whether my tongue is loosening up your ass for my dick.”
Jamie liked a dick in his ass now and then, as long as it was clear it happened on his terms. “Better do a good job of it then.”
Gavin’s chuckle was cut off under the sudden whoosh of water as he hit another lever and all the chrome half bullets Jamie had thought were decoration imbedded in the tiles began to blast water, nailing his shoulders, knees and yeah, ass. Reaching over the shampoo dispenser, Gavin pulled down a wand, attached to the wall by a silver snake-coil hose. The nozzle, full of perforations to spray water, made the object’s purpose clear as Gavin held it up in question. Jamie might not mind a dick in his ass, but he drew the line at that level of interaction. He’d be fine with soap and water like he’d always been.
With the shake of Jamie’s head, Gavin put the wand back over the dispenser, and Jamie made more use of the shower gel and the perfectly located sprays from the wall. Yeah, he definitely needed to make getting a shower like this his next priority. It was bigger than the petty officers’ cabin on the Hornet .
Gavin slid to his knees with the same smug smile he wore facing Detective Franklin’s sneering questions or Tommy’s sweetly presented ass. Let him try to look bored when he had Jamie’s dick in his mouth.
First there was that rush, same one every time, wondering how a guy was going to take him, whether he’d start slow or suck him down right away. But before Gavin touched him, Jamie’s brain latched on to the knee-buckling idea that this was a Montgomery on his knees, the same Montgomery name that fronted the art museum and a street and probably held title on those buildings tall enough to fuck with GPS downtown. A Montgomery was going to suck Jamie’s cock and eat his ass. Which was pretty damned impressive for the son of an Irish dockworker and Polish hotel maid.
Jamie blinked as Gavin licked the head and then Gavin was only another guy, pretty, funny sometimes, but a guy who groaned as he stretched his jaw wide to pull Jamie’s dick into wet heat.
The groan made Jamie’s knees buckle again so that he had to slap a hand onto the tiles for support. Gavin chuckled around Jamie’s dick, and that pissed him off. Jamie bucked forward, filling Gavin’s throat with enough cock to keep him from more laughter. Gavin’s hands tightened on Jamie’s hips, but the spasm of his throat softened. Jamie rocked, rubbing the head of his dick across the velvety skin at the top of Gavin’s mouth, savoring the caress of his tongue on the underside.
Jamie sank deeper into the sensations. God, he could stay here forever, just sliding back and forth between Gavin’s wet, tight lips. The sharp edge of need was gone, replaced by the curl of a slow, long build.
Jamie hadn’t needed to grab Gavin’s head to keep him where Jamie wanted him, a mistake Jamie recognized when Gavin pulled off, grabbed the base of Jamie’s dick and took control of the action, bobbing fast and wet and tight enough to send all those good, lazy pulses of pleasure into an urgent need to
There was no mistaking the heated intent in Gavin’s eyes—in fact that was the one expression Jamie was sure he read right on the guy’s face. Most everything else stayed buried under a bored look or a mocking arch of his brows. Jamie wondered if there was anything Gavin took seriously.
“Depends.” Gavin stepped into the shower.
Having someone like a Montgomery want him was hot, but Gavin’s way of ignoring every bit of fuck-off-and-die attitude Jamie threw out kept him off balance. But fuck if Jamie could ignore Gavin’s challenge, no matter what warning was carved into Jamie’s side in blood and ink.
“On?” Jamie asked.
“Whether my tongue is loosening up your ass for my dick.”
Jamie liked a dick in his ass now and then, as long as it was clear it happened on his terms. “Better do a good job of it then.”
Gavin’s chuckle was cut off under the sudden whoosh of water as he hit another lever and all the chrome half bullets Jamie had thought were decoration imbedded in the tiles began to blast water, nailing his shoulders, knees and yeah, ass. Reaching over the shampoo dispenser, Gavin pulled down a wand, attached to the wall by a silver snake-coil hose. The nozzle, full of perforations to spray water, made the object’s purpose clear as Gavin held it up in question. Jamie might not mind a dick in his ass, but he drew the line at that level of interaction. He’d be fine with soap and water like he’d always been.
With the shake of Jamie’s head, Gavin put the wand back over the dispenser, and Jamie made more use of the shower gel and the perfectly located sprays from the wall. Yeah, he definitely needed to make getting a shower like this his next priority. It was bigger than the petty officers’ cabin on the Hornet .
Gavin slid to his knees with the same smug smile he wore facing Detective Franklin’s sneering questions or Tommy’s sweetly presented ass. Let him try to look bored when he had Jamie’s dick in his mouth.
First there was that rush, same one every time, wondering how a guy was going to take him, whether he’d start slow or suck him down right away. But before Gavin touched him, Jamie’s brain latched on to the knee-buckling idea that this was a Montgomery on his knees, the same Montgomery name that fronted the art museum and a street and probably held title on those buildings tall enough to fuck with GPS downtown. A Montgomery was going to suck Jamie’s cock and eat his ass. Which was pretty damned impressive for the son of an Irish dockworker and Polish hotel maid.
Jamie blinked as Gavin licked the head and then Gavin was only another guy, pretty, funny sometimes, but a guy who groaned as he stretched his jaw wide to pull Jamie’s dick into wet heat.
The groan made Jamie’s knees buckle again so that he had to slap a hand onto the tiles for support. Gavin chuckled around Jamie’s dick, and that pissed him off. Jamie bucked forward, filling Gavin’s throat with enough cock to keep him from more laughter. Gavin’s hands tightened on Jamie’s hips, but the spasm of his throat softened. Jamie rocked, rubbing the head of his dick across the velvety skin at the top of Gavin’s mouth, savoring the caress of his tongue on the underside.
Jamie sank deeper into the sensations. God, he could stay here forever, just sliding back and forth between Gavin’s wet, tight lips. The sharp edge of need was gone, replaced by the curl of a slow, long build.
Jamie hadn’t needed to grab Gavin’s head to keep him where Jamie wanted him, a mistake Jamie recognized when Gavin pulled off, grabbed the base of Jamie’s dick and took control of the action, bobbing fast and wet and tight enough to send all those good, lazy pulses of pleasure into an urgent need to
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