thrust, to bury his cock in deep and keep it there until the pressure eased.
Driving Jamie back into the tiles, Gavin used one hand on Jamie’s dick while the other pulled Jamie’s balls toward the heat of his mouth. The shower made everything wetter, slicker, water touching everywhere, following just a step behind Gavin’s tongue probing the shapes under the skin, the draw of Gavin’s mouth as he sucked in one then the other. For the first time, Jamie wondered if it wasn’t more than the net worths involved that put Gavin out of his league. Gavin was as good at the game as Jamie, if not better.
Jamie’s legs felt like a pair of bad shocks when Gavin lifted his head and muttered, “Turn around.”
That voice, so normally unaffected, had gone rough from sucking, licking, wanting. Jamie was glad to turn his face into the tiles so Gavin couldn’t see the effect it had. Resting his head on his forearms, he arched his ass out, but the show-me-what-you’ve-got, smart-ass remark died before Jamie could get his brain to form one as Gavin’s hands pulled and rubbed Jamie’s ass.
Usually, having a guy eat his ass gave him a power surge, even more than having a man on his knees for him. That level of owning, controlling, nothing ever felt better inside. Outside too. The flick, caress, the stroke of something way more hot and flexible than a finger against all those nerves. Gavin ran his tongue down the length of Jamie’s crack before lapping at his hole.
Jamie arched his back, but he wasn’t feeling that usual rush. His breath left him on a gasp, and he bit his lips against a pleading cry, wanting more, now. Wanting it for pure sensation. To have this man spear him on his tongue then his cock. And there must be something in the water, in the fucking air pumped through this party, because Jamie had never felt like this in his life.
Gavin’s tongue circled, flicked, his lips becoming part of that kiss, a hum against Jamie’s skin to make him shudder. Gavin used his thumb along with his tongue, playing, pushing, pulling until it wasn’t only Jamie’s ass loosening up, but his head, his belly, and damn all the muscles in his legs so that he wanted to collapse and let Gavin do whatever the fuck he wanted as long as he brought Jamie with him.
Swallowing all that down, Jamie raised his head. “That’ll work.” Unsure how far his voice carried over all the sprayers, he cleared his throat and said more loudly, “I’m good. C’mon. Let’s go.”
Jamie didn’t know what he would do if Gavin had laughed while he stood up, and was glad they didn’t have to find out. Gavin rinsed his face and mouth under the shower, then opened the glass door to reach an arm out. Jamie wasn’t surprised Gavin was able to get his hands on latex and lube with a quick lean. The stuff was everywhere. As soon as the glass door shut again, Gavin adjusted the levers so that the water wasn’t pouring like a waterfall on their heads, but lightly spraying steam from the bullet noses.
Jamie quieted the sudden attack of nerves in his stomach by trying to work out exactly how much a setup like this shower stall would run. More than he’d put into his truck in the past five years, he’d bet, gas included.
Gavin stepped in close, body holding the steam between them like a breath, and Jamie barely controlled a shiver. Instead, he forced in a good deep lungful of moist air, heavy with the scent of their bodies. Sweat, and that faint leather-and-tree smell that seemed to hover on Gavin’s skin, like it was a part of him rather than some expensive aftershave. Gavin reached around to slide some lube over Jamie’s cock, a steady stroke that had the skin pulsing tight off the charge in his balls.
“Didn’t want you to lose interest,” Gavin murmured into Jamie’s neck. Stubble scraped pleasantly across the top of Jamie’s shoulder as Gavin rubbed his face against the skin, mouth soft and teasing under Jamie’s ear as strong fingers rubbed
Driving Jamie back into the tiles, Gavin used one hand on Jamie’s dick while the other pulled Jamie’s balls toward the heat of his mouth. The shower made everything wetter, slicker, water touching everywhere, following just a step behind Gavin’s tongue probing the shapes under the skin, the draw of Gavin’s mouth as he sucked in one then the other. For the first time, Jamie wondered if it wasn’t more than the net worths involved that put Gavin out of his league. Gavin was as good at the game as Jamie, if not better.
Jamie’s legs felt like a pair of bad shocks when Gavin lifted his head and muttered, “Turn around.”
That voice, so normally unaffected, had gone rough from sucking, licking, wanting. Jamie was glad to turn his face into the tiles so Gavin couldn’t see the effect it had. Resting his head on his forearms, he arched his ass out, but the show-me-what-you’ve-got, smart-ass remark died before Jamie could get his brain to form one as Gavin’s hands pulled and rubbed Jamie’s ass.
Usually, having a guy eat his ass gave him a power surge, even more than having a man on his knees for him. That level of owning, controlling, nothing ever felt better inside. Outside too. The flick, caress, the stroke of something way more hot and flexible than a finger against all those nerves. Gavin ran his tongue down the length of Jamie’s crack before lapping at his hole.
Jamie arched his back, but he wasn’t feeling that usual rush. His breath left him on a gasp, and he bit his lips against a pleading cry, wanting more, now. Wanting it for pure sensation. To have this man spear him on his tongue then his cock. And there must be something in the water, in the fucking air pumped through this party, because Jamie had never felt like this in his life.
Gavin’s tongue circled, flicked, his lips becoming part of that kiss, a hum against Jamie’s skin to make him shudder. Gavin used his thumb along with his tongue, playing, pushing, pulling until it wasn’t only Jamie’s ass loosening up, but his head, his belly, and damn all the muscles in his legs so that he wanted to collapse and let Gavin do whatever the fuck he wanted as long as he brought Jamie with him.
Swallowing all that down, Jamie raised his head. “That’ll work.” Unsure how far his voice carried over all the sprayers, he cleared his throat and said more loudly, “I’m good. C’mon. Let’s go.”
Jamie didn’t know what he would do if Gavin had laughed while he stood up, and was glad they didn’t have to find out. Gavin rinsed his face and mouth under the shower, then opened the glass door to reach an arm out. Jamie wasn’t surprised Gavin was able to get his hands on latex and lube with a quick lean. The stuff was everywhere. As soon as the glass door shut again, Gavin adjusted the levers so that the water wasn’t pouring like a waterfall on their heads, but lightly spraying steam from the bullet noses.
Jamie quieted the sudden attack of nerves in his stomach by trying to work out exactly how much a setup like this shower stall would run. More than he’d put into his truck in the past five years, he’d bet, gas included.
Gavin stepped in close, body holding the steam between them like a breath, and Jamie barely controlled a shiver. Instead, he forced in a good deep lungful of moist air, heavy with the scent of their bodies. Sweat, and that faint leather-and-tree smell that seemed to hover on Gavin’s skin, like it was a part of him rather than some expensive aftershave. Gavin reached around to slide some lube over Jamie’s cock, a steady stroke that had the skin pulsing tight off the charge in his balls.
“Didn’t want you to lose interest,” Gavin murmured into Jamie’s neck. Stubble scraped pleasantly across the top of Jamie’s shoulder as Gavin rubbed his face against the skin, mouth soft and teasing under Jamie’s ear as strong fingers rubbed
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