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“Fucking hell.” He gasped as Jamie let go. “You are the dirtiest fucking brat that I have ever encountered.”
Jamie smiled sweetly at him, sliding a hand between them and running the tip of his thumb over the head of Chris’s cock, scratching ever so gently with his fingernail. Chris bit his lip to suppress a moan.
“Oh, I can be so much dirtier,” he murmured.
“Really?”
“You want to find out?”
Chris really, really did. His fingers were shaking as he stripped Jamie of his many layers as fast as he could, with Jamie still thumbing his hard flesh and his lips sucking their way across Chris’s neck, distracting him from the task in hand until he could push Jamie away and onto the bed, watching him bounce on the mattress. He felt a little self-conscious under that intense blue gaze as Jamie, lying there completely naked and running his hand achingly slowly up the length of his cock, watched Chris rid himself of his own clothes.
He finally climbed onto the bed and into the space that Jamie made for him between his legs, settling over him and resting his weight on one arm. Jamie let go of himself and pulled Chris down, still grinning wickedly as he licked a long, wet stripe up Chris’s throat and murmured in his ear. “Do you want to finger me open like you did last night? Get your fingers all nice and slick and push them into me? Make me moan and beg for more?”
And then Chris realized that he had been wrong—he couldn’t handle this at all, because Jamie’s voice was low and husky, his breath warm on Chris’s ear, lips just brushing his skin as he murmured the filthiest words to him, and this had never happened to Chris before. His breath hitched and his arm wavered a little, head falling forward onto Jamie’s shoulder as he failed to hide the groan of arousal the bubbled up from his chest. Jamie’s fingernails scraped over the back of Chris’s neck, just below the hairline, and he chuckled.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he murmured, and Chris managed to nod. Because, oh yes, he wanted to do that so much. The memory of the night before was still so vivid—Jamie straddling him on the couch, cock in Chris’s mouth and blue eyes dark and wide, mouth slack as Chris pushed spit-slick fingers inside of him.
Jamie’s arm snaked out and fumbled about in a drawer for a moment, distracting Chris some more as he worried an earlobe between his teeth until he found what he was looking for. Chris pushed up and away, his ear slipping from Jamie’s mouth as a cold gel was squeezed onto his fingers and the bottle rolled to the other side of the bed. His mouth went dry as he watched Jamie squirm under him, planting his feet on the bed and opening his thighs wide, tilting up his hips.
“Come on,” Jamie said, one hand on Chris’s wrist, guiding him into position as the other pulled down his head again. Jamie kissed him, his bottom lip lingering a split second longer as always, then he looked at Chris through his eyelashes again.
The eye contact was intense as Chris’s index finger breached the tight ring of muscle and Jamie’s eyes fluttered closed, lower lip sucked in between his teeth. God, but he was so warm, his finger being enveloped in the heat and Chris looked down, fascinated by it, how Jamie gasped as his finger slid inside, up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way in. It slid out just as smoothly and Jamie grasped Chris’s shoulder and buried the fingers of his other hand into Chris’s hair, drawing him close, eyes never leaving Chris’s face.
Chris felt the flush creep over his cheeks again, not embarrassed, not even that self-conscious anymore, but because it was all so much, so raw, and the noises that Jamie was making went straight to Chris’s cock. He became more pliable, more relaxed, and soon Chris increased everything, deeper, a little faster and Jamie loved it, his hips beginning to grind down on Chris’s hand, moans getting louder, longer.
“Tell me what you want, Chris,” Jamie said, running his hand up the length of Chris’s upper arm.
Chris really wanted to tell Jamie just how much he ached to bury himself inside of him and feel that tight slick heat envelop his cock, but his voice wouldn’t work. His flush increased.
“Oh, my God, you’re so bashful.” Jamie laughed, his voice breathless. “It’s just a couple of little words Chris, you can do it.”
But Chris couldn’t, his voice refused to work, refused to tell.
Jamie raised one eyebrow at him. “Okay. Shall I tell you whatIwant?”
Chris nodded, his fingers curling inside Jamie, making the man throw back his head with a shout. Jamie sucked in a few breaths and pulled Chris to him, breathing hotly in his ear.
“I want you to fuck me, Chris. I want you to take out your fingers and stick your cock straight in, and then I want you to fuck me so deep, so hard and so fast that I forget everything but your name and scream it as I come all over myself. And I want that right now. Can you do that for me?”
Oh, God, and Chris could. He complied immediately, removing his fingers and pushing Jamie’s right leg upwards so that his knee was against his ribcage. In the second that Chris took hold of himself and pushed the head of his cock against the slick opening, he knew exactly who was in control here. Jamie could tell him to do anything right now and Chris would do it, would give him anything he wanted.
“Fuck yes….” Jamie gasped into his ear as Chris steadily pushed in, inch by agonizing inch and until they were both panting and Chris’s legs were shaking with the effort it took to not sink himself in all at once. The noise he made as he bottomed out was close to a whimper and it took him a second to gather himself and begin to roll his hips because the tightness around him was just too good. Chris was so distracted by it that it gave Jamie ample opportunity to suck on his ear again, and that just made it harder for Chris not to draw back and slam into him.
He managed to establish a rhythm that he could cope with, shallow and slow, trying to make sure he didn’t just come right there, and then with the long, drawn out moans spilling from Jamie’s open mouth. Jamie’s head tilted back, eyes closed and fingernails digging into Chris’s scalp as he asked for more.
Chris gave it to him, building over the next few strokes until he was pushing deeper, drawing back further…
“Come on, Chris,” Jamie gasped. “Come on, fuck me so hard, baby.”
…and slammed his hips forward. Jamie’s eyelids flew open and his back arched from the bed, a strangled cry forcing its way out of him. Again and again, Chris drove hard into him and the moans got louder, thinner…
“Oh, God, that’s it. Right there…fuck me…fuck…”
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Chris managed to gasp, sitting back and pushing up Jamie’s other thigh.
Jamie started to laugh, but as his legs were pushed back, lifting his hips up further, the angle changed and deepened, and the laughter tailed off into a groan. His fingers dug into the bottom sheet as Chris fucked him good and hard, the heat in his belly coiling fast and tight and the sound of flesh smacking flesh the only thing to be heard above his ragged breaths and Jamie’s strangled cries.
It was on him before he knew it, white hot heat shooting through his thighs and belly, and he barely managed to pull out of Jamie in time, a white string of thick semen covering the sheet and the top of Jamie’s thigh.
