Marcus’s throat tightened so fast he couldn’t breathe. If those possibilities had even the slightest chance of coming true, he wasn’t going to miss this chance to be everything—everything—for Jamie. Biting down on his lower lip and wrestling with the oncoming orgasm, Marcus pulled his cock out of Jamie’s mouth and urged him to his feet.
Affection like Marcus had never felt before tugged in his chest when Jamie stumbled into him and laid his cheek on Marcus’s shoulder, breathing heavily. “D’you need to stop?”
“God no.” Marcus tipped up Jamie’s face and their mouths locked, tongues twining slowly, before they both surged together and the kiss caught fire. Jamie reached for Marcus’s shirt at the same time Marcus went to unzip Jamie’s pants and their hands collided. They laughed against one another’s mouths as Marcus backed Jamie toward the wall beside his bed. Having Jamie wedged between him and a hard place made a moan break from Marcus’s mouth, and requiring skin-on-skin contact with every fiber of his being, he jerked his own shirt off over his head and went back to kissing Jamie, reveling in the hot friction of their straining chests. “I want to be inside you,” he breathed, grappling with Jamie’s zipper. “Help me get inside you.”
Marcus reached into Jamie’s jeans and took out his cock, stroking it in a tight grip, watching in awe as Jamie’s jaw loosened on a groan. “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure about anything,” Marcus said, closing his mouth over Jamie’s and kissing him hard. “I need you. I need you.”
Jamie shoved his pants and boxers down the rest of the way, using his feet to kick them off and Marcus was hit with a wave of dizziness. Jamie was naked in front of him. All the way naked—and he was the hottest thing Marcus had ever seen. Smooth in some places, rough and covered in hair in others. Cut muscles and lithe limbs. Everything. He was everything. And he was fucking Marcus’s grip with sexy hip punches, even as he groped for something on his bedside table.
A bottle.
While Jamie engaged Marcus’s mouth in another seeking kiss, Marcus could sense him thumbing off the cap of the bottle and then liquid was being poured onto Jamie’s cock, the ample moisture coating Marcus’s palm and he knew. He knew what to do. It was instinct…and partly the porn he’d caved in and watched. With his lips still tackling Jamie’s, Marcus let go of his man’s cock and brought his fingers around back, sliding the middle and index between Jamie’s firm cheeks. He might have felt out of his depth at that point if he hadn’t just experienced how good it felt to be touched back there. If Jamie didn’t tense and hold his breath, like he was waiting, needing Marcus to finger him. So he did.
He sank his middle finger inside Jamie and felt Jamie’s dick swell between their bellies, felt the ripples of pleasure travel through the body he held pressed to the wall. And nothing had ever been more perfect or called to Marcus more clearly. This is where I am. I’m all here. Marcus anchored their foreheads together and continued to work his finger in and out of Jamie, eventually adding a second finger and swallowing Jamie’s gasp with his mouth. He felt Jamie’s hand move between their stomachs to beat them both off in one fist and the sight of it, combined with the feel of Jamie’s tight entrance around his fingers, almost knocked him down.
“You’re doing that so fucking good,” Jamie said in a deep rasp. “Getting me ready for you, aren’t you, baby?”
Marcus shook from head to toe. “Call me ‘baby’ again and I’m going to come.”
Jamie shook his head. “No, you won’t. You want to come inside me so bad, don’t you, Marcus?” He touched his tongue to Marcus’s. Once, twice. “I feel the way you’re trying to stretch me. You’re dying to slide in another finger and see how deep I’ll be able to take your ten-inch dick.” Jamie let go of his own shaft and stroked only Marcus’s length fastfastfast. “Why don’t you fuck me and find out?”
“Condom,” Marcus growled, bliss threatening to erupt inside him at any moment. Without waiting for an answer, he threw open Jamie’s side table, thanking God they’d both been blessed in the anatomy department, because hallelujah, Jamie had a strip of Magnums. He tore one open with his teeth, moaning long and loud when Jamie took over and rolled it down Marcus’s aching cock. “How? The bed, or—”
“Do what feels right.”
“I want to be able to see your eyes,” Marcus managed around the heart beating in his throat. Without another thought about what he should do, he followed his instincts. Marcus used his lower body to push Jamie higher on the wall and angled his hips beneath him, leaving Jamie’s tight ass sitting on his lap—and the sweet pressure of it increased when Jamie slung his legs around Marcus’s hips. “Do you want to see my eyes, too, Jamie?”