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“Now that’s what I was looking for,” he breathed. “Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Roberts has arrived.”
Chris growled and surged forward, crushing his mouth against Jamie’s, and if he thought that they had kissed passionately before then, it was nothing compared to this time. Jamie’s fingers tugged at Chris’s hair, his eyes open and wide as he kissed Chris fast, messy, sucking on his tongue as he lifted his hips. Chris took his chance, taking himself in hand and sliding his cock between Jamie’s cleft, then drove his hips upwards as he pulled Jamie down.
Jamie sucked in a breath. So did Chris, because Jamie had been slick but not quite slick enough, and the friction as Chris shoved into him burned.
“Shit…” Jamie panted, his forehead bumping painfully into Chris’s as he surged forward.
Suddenly, Chris’s bravado slipped away. “Oh, my God! I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
Jamie started to laugh, his whole body shaking. “Ow…oh…yeah, shit that hurt.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Jamie gasped.
Chris, who had started to move, stilled immediately.
Jamie breathed again, a couple of long inhalations until he could speak. “Give me your hand.”
Chris bit his lip as Jamie licked the palm of Chris’s hand, lapping, sucking on his fingers until his hand was dripping with spit. Chris slicked himself, running his fingers around the tight ring of muscle where Jamie joined him and experimentally rolled his hips. He slid out a couple of millimeters and back in again, much easier.
“Better?” he murmured.
Jamie swallowed, nodding. “Yeah…just….just do that until I get used to it—until it works loose.”
Chris placed his hands on Jamie’s waist and slid them up, using the light pressured stokes to soothe him as he rolled his hips, moving back and forward inside Jamie instead of in and out. Jamie hummed against Chris’s cheek and pressed a soft kiss into his skin, fingers loosening the grip they had held in Chris’s hair the whole time. After a few moments, Chris felt him relax and sigh softly.
“Oh yeah, that’s better,” Jamie breathed, shifting his knees on the wooden step and moving in a way that increased the pressure on Chris’s cock, making him gasp.
“You sure?” he managed to say.
Jamie sat up and grinned at him, all wickedness and pure lust. “Absolutely sure. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
Heat flashed through Chris again and he slid forward to the edge of the step, his feet planted firmly on the floor as he snapped up his hips, the flesh of his thighs smacking against Jamie’s backside.
God, but Jamie was beautiful to watch, holding himself up and still, fingers digging into Chris’s shoulders as Chris fucked up into his body. Jamie’s head was thrown back, mouth open and emitting short, gasping moans as Chris wrapped his arms tight around Jamie’s waist.
“Oh fuck, Chris, that’s so good,” Jamie groaned.
“You like being fucked hard?”
“Not as much as I love it when you fuck me hard and talk to me about it.” Jamie chuckled.
And then there was no stopping Chris. All the things he’d desperately wanted to say when they’d had sex on the yacht and couldn’t make his mouth work just came spilling out, telling Jamie how hot he was, how tight he was, how much Chris loved fucking him.
It drove Jamie wild, had him practically screaming and fucking down onto Chris’s cock as hard as he could until Chris could only pant in time with his thrusts that were becoming erratic. His hips stuttered, his thighs burning as the white heat inside him coiled and tightened and broke, and this time he couldn’t pull out, emptying himself inside of Jamie’s tightness.
Jamie looked at him with a heady mixture of shock and pleasure. “Fucking Christ, Chris…” he choked out as Chris went rigid and shook from head to toe. Jamie followed about ten seconds after, roughly jerking himself off, and with a low groan, coming over his hand.
“I’m so sorry…” Chris muttered breathlessly as soon as he had enough wits about him. To his absolute surprise, Jamie laughed.
He wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck and looked at him like he was the sun. “What the fuck for?” he asked happily. “That was fucking amazing.”
Chris stared at him, then started to laugh, too, holding tight onto the beautiful man in his lap as his softening cock slid from him.
“I can’t believe I came inside you…” he groaned, his head hitting Jamie’s bare shoulder as he sagged forward.
“Me neither,” Jamie admitted. “That was so fucking hot.”
