“Nah, you don't want to wake up in your new place for the first time with a big mess. I'm almost done.”
He hums and starts putting away the dishes from the boys.
“Can I...” Jamie gestures to the cabinet above my head.
“Oh, sure.” I say, thinking to move out of his way. Instead, he reaches above my head, bringing the front of his body to the back of mine. Just when I think I should say something, should move anyway, his hand finds my waist and his breath whispers on the back of my neck.
Suddenly, the only move I want to make is to turn in his arms and bring my body closer to his. I do it, and as his body slides back down mine, I meet his eyes. A question lies within them.
“You should tell me to leave, Jamie.”
He takes in a deep breath, and I feel the movement of air against my lips.
“Is that what you want to do, Ethan? Leave?”
“No.”
“Then stay.”
With those words, I cannot help myself. I bring my hands to his face and my lips to his, and he responds immediately. I feel his soft lips give way under mine, allowing my tongue to slip into his mouth. The experience could not be more different from our first kiss.
As his tongue teases mine, he moans deep in his throat. The sound overwhelms me, and suddenly I'm pushing him up against the wall, running my hands from his face down his chest and to the hem of his shirt, where they reach the warmth of his skin.
“Tell me to stop, Jamie.”
Instead, he uses his hands to move mine under his shirt, over those abs I've been remembering, covered in his cum. I move my lips from his mouth to his ear to his neck, where my tongue and teeth trace the line of his collarbone.
“Don't stop, Ethan.”
I pull back, knowing I have to. I need to. I really fucking should.
But in his blown pupils, I see my own desire reflected, and suddenly I can't.
Instead, I fall to my knees in his kitchen, holding his eyes as I do. I bring my hands to his waist, working my fingers under the waistband of the shorts he's wearing.
“May I?” I whisper, worried that he'll finally see reason.
Instead, he nods. “Do it.”
I pull down his shorts and boxers, finally revealing that beautiful cock from our texts, long and slim and nestled in a neatly-trimmed nest of blond hair. I bring my nose to the crease where his leg meets his groin and draw a long inhale. His head falls back against the wall as his fingers thread through my hair. With a gentle tug,he pulls my head back, meeting my gaze once more, this time with hooded eyes and parted lips.
I put us both out of our misery, grabbing the base of his cock with one hand and bringing it to my mouth. I run my tongue around the head, tasting his salty precum as I get to his slit. I run my tongue along it, poking in to get every last drop. He keens, a long, whining sound, and his hand gently pulls at my hair.
Getting the message, I suck him deep in my mouth, bringing my other hand to his balls, pulling gently at each.
“Fuck, Ethan. Don't stop. Don't ever stop.”
I pull off, running my hand over his cock, playing with the ridge where the head meets the shaft. He fucks into my hand, fingers tugging again on my hair. All too happy to oblige, I move my mouth back to his cock, getting into a rhythm of push and pull, not too fast and not too slow.
Jamie clearly disagrees, as his whining has become whispered pleading.
“Please, Ethan. Oh, God. You do that so good, please don't stop.”
Determined to show him just how good I can be, I take him deeper, pushing past the resistance at the back of my throat. The whining returns, and his hips are moving of their own volition, fucking into my throat. I feel my own cock swell in my jeans, pushing against the zipper.
“Ethan. Ethan, I'm gonna come.” He pulls at my hair, this time trying to pull me off of him.
Not a chance. If I get one try at this, I'm going to finish the job properly.
