Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom 2)

Pulse jackhammering, Jamie eased his engorged cock out of Marcus’s hold and circled around to the back of him, going down on his knees on the kitchen floor, kissing the center of Marcus’s heaving back. The gravity of what they were about to do crashed down on Jamie and he could hear the riotous knocking of his heartbeat echoing in his ears. It had never been like this for him. Never. This meant something. This man did.

Jamie continued to kiss a path along Marcus’s bunched shoulders as he reached into his sagging pants pocket, taking out a small bottle of lubricant and a condom. After applying protection, he drenched his middle and ring finger with the liquid and slipped them down between Marcus’s cheeks, pressing them to his tight ring of flesh. When Jamie noticed Marcus had stopped breathing, though, he started to take his hand away. “Marcus, we can—”

“No, please don’t stop,” Marcus said raggedly. “I’m just worried…I don’t know how to make it good for you like this.”

“What do you mean?”

His shoulders rose and fell. “You said you prefer the other way.”

Jamie frowned. “Yeah, that might have been true in the past, but I prefer every way with you, Marcus. This…us. Us doesn’t fall into a category. Or have preferences. Every part of it, every way is good. Any way I can be close to you is what I want. Okay?”

“I’m in love with you, Jamie.”

Tiny explosions went off in every one of Jamie’s nerve endings, firecrackers booming in his ears. Part of him was grateful Marcus hadn’t turned around because he’d probably never appeared more exposed in his goddamn life. The rest of him wished they’d been face to face so he could witness those words on Marcus’s lips. Nonetheless, an urgency rose inside of Jamie, so fierce it made his lungs burn. His body screamed for an anchor before it lifted off, so he leaned in and dragged his open mouth up the side of Marcus’s neck, breathing in his ear. Just breathing. He stayed there for long, hot minutes while he worked slickness over Marcus’s entrance, pressing one finger inside, then two. Adding more moisture and starting again until Marcus was moaning, his head falling back onto Jamie’s shoulder.

“Oh fuck, I need you now. Please please please. Fuck me.”

“What did I say about language?” Jamie whispered, trailing his tongue down the knots of Marcus’s spine. The skin under his mouth was taut from hours lifting weights and Jamie mentally admitted CrossFit had its advantages. Especially when he raked his teeth over the small of Marcus’s back and the muscles in his boyfriend’s bottom jumped, flexed, strained. Heat stormed through Jamie at a rate he’d never experienced before, his cock so sensitive, he couldn’t allow his fist around the throbbing flesh or he’d finish too soon. “Show me the rest, Mr. O’Shaughnessy.”

Marcus’s back heaved once, twice, then he slid his knees wider and tilted up his ass. Goddamn. He was perfect. Shiny where Jamie had been touching him—and Jamie couldn’t help getting two handfuls now, kneading the hard mounds of Marcus’s ass, letting his thumbs slide up the valley in between, one by one. With both cheeks squeezed tight in his hands, he dragged his tongue through that shadowed split, finding Marcus’s tight breach with his tongue and worrying it with the tip, before splaying the flat of his tongue over the hole and stroking up and down.

“What the fuuuuuuck. That’s so good,” Marcus grated, his backside flexing against Jamie’s face. “Don’t stop. Please. Fuck me with that fucking mouth.”

As if he could stop. Giving Marcus pleasure was addictive, and only when Jamie’s tongue was moving in a figure eight pattern and Marcus was panting his name did Jamie finally pull away, getting in position behind Marcus. He guided his cock between Marcus’s slippery ass cheeks and stopped when just the tip of his cock was inside of his man. “Is this what my problem student has been asking for?”

“God. Oh God.” Marcus’s thighs started to quake. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Jamie drove his hips upward a few inches and watched precome spurt from the head of Marcus’s cock, leaving a milky rope on the floor. “Jesus Christ,” Marcus growled. “You feel so good. I knew, but I didn’t know…”

One more pump and Jamie was fully seated and his body became raw, boiled hunger. The increasing pressure in his lower stomach shouted at him to take fast. Take hard. But instead of pushing Marcus’s upper body down to the floor and fucking him until relief hit, he wrapped an arm around the breadth of Marcus’s chest, held him tight and whispered his name. Marcus turned his head automatically and they fell headlong into a kiss that was broken up every few seconds by heavy, labored breaths.

“Marcus, look at me,” Jamie said, their lips brushing as their gaze locked and he spoke the truth that was inscribed on his bones. “I’m in love with you, too.” The confession sent a rush of exhilaration through him. “Not just because of this. Because of everything.”