Page 68 of It's Complicated

“I’ll manage.” I grabbed the front of his towel and tugged him against me for another deep kiss. “Now put your ass against this wall so I can get your dick in my mouth.”

“I like bossy Isaac.” He switched places with me and leaned against the wall.

“He’s a big fan of you too.” I tried to hide how my legs were still shaking from my orgasm, but Jamie’s grin told me he saw right through my attempt at acting like he hadn’t just rocked my entire world.

He glanced at the door, then returned his gaze to me. “This is so hot.”

“And not just because of the steam and rocks,” I quipped, unable to let that one go.

“Or the steamy rocks?” he asked with a grin.

“Or those.” I kissed him, then dragged my lips over his jawline.

He’d shaved before we’d left, and his smooth skin felt just as good as when it was covered with stubble.

“Z,” he whispered, running his hands up over my back.

“You want me to suck you?” I asked, my lips against his throat.

He huffed out a laugh and pressed his hard dick against my soft one. “Do I have to answer that?”

“Maybe I like hearing it.” I kissed a trail down his neck and across his collarbone.

His skin had a slightly salty taste that was strangely sexy. I’d spent so much time as an athlete that sweat didn’t bother me, but it wasn’t like it got me hot or anything. And I was almost positive I wouldn’t be so enticed if I were doing this with anyone else but Jamie.

Needing more, I kissed my way down his hard pecs and tight stomach, licking the little valleys and ridges of his abs.

Jamie moaned softly, his body relaxed and his stance wide as he let me have my fun.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I crouched in front of him and pressed my mouth to his cock, mouthing it over his towel.

His groan was music to my ears, and my dick, which should have been down for the count after that orgasm, went half-hard again.

Greedily, I pulled the towel free, my mouth already open and ready for him as his cock sprang free and bobbed between us.

Not wanting to rush things, I mouthed the side of his shaft, moving to his head, then back down to his base a few times, enjoying the feel of his hot skin against my lips and tongue.

He tasted a bit salty here too, his sweat mingling with his precum to create an intoxicating mix that made my mouth water.

Needing more, I pulled off his dick and dipped my head to suck one of his balls into my mouth, tonguing his sac and stroking his cock with my hand.

He let out a strangled cry and bucked into my touch, forcing his cock to slide through my hand.

I sucked harder and stroked him faster, moving between his balls until he buried both of his hands in my hair with a needy cry that hit me right in the chest.

“Z, please,” he begged brokenly. “Need more.”

Not able to deny Jamie anything, I released his balls and swallowed him down, taking as much of his length as I could.

Jamie had mastered the art of deep throating over the past few weeks, but I wasn’t quite there yet. Instead of rushing things and potentially derailing them with a coughing fit, I concentrated on moving over him and taking a little more with each pass.

A constant stream of muffled moans and bitten-off sighs fell from his mouth, filling the air between us like the humidity from the sauna rocks.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I sucked him, using every trick I’d learned over the past few weeks to give him the most pleasure possible.

Usually Jamie preferred if I took my time and slowly worked him up, not quite edging but letting him enjoy the ride as I brought him closer and closer to his release.

That was fine when we were at home, but not when we were in public, the threat of being caught hanging over us and acting like an aphrodisiac instead of the deterrent it should have been.

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