Page 59 of Home in Nevada

“Why aren't you playing the game, Jeffrey?” he asks, his tone cocky, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. I feel my face light on fire.

I don’t even bother replying, and he laughs softly before moving back to my neck, sucking a line of kisses down to my collarbone. My head falls back as my hands grip his hips, trying to ground myself while he rocks against me, his movements deliberate and maddeningly slow.

“You’re so easy,” Jamie teases, his voice low at the crook of my neck as I slide my fingers under his shirt, desperate to feel more of him. My hands run over the warm expanse of his back, and I shiver at the tickle of his breath on my skin.

Jamie always drives me out of my mind, and right now, he’s pushing me to the edge with every move, every smirk, every calculated touch. I can feel his need too, hot and pressing into my stomach, but he’s clearly enjoying making me squirm.

My hands drift lower, skimming from his back to the waistband of his jeans. I hook my fingers under the hem and tug him closer, my pulse racing as I pop the button open and slide the zipper down.

“And impatient,” Jamie says, arching a brow, but he doesn’t stop me.

“There’s barely enough room,” I manage, slipping my hand between his jeans and underwear. The sound he makes—a deep, needy moan—sends a jolt straight through me, and I grin.

I pull him free, my fingers wrapping around him, but before I can even tug his jeans lower than his mid-thigh, Jamie starts grinding into my hand. His fingers tighten in my hair, his hips moving with a desperate rhythm that matches the fire surging through me. It’s my first time touching him like this, and for a moment, I let myself savor it… memorizing the heat of his skin, the way he fits perfectly against my palm, every detail burning itself into my mind.

“See what you do to me?” he whispers, his tone both sultry and teasing as he watches me through hooded eyes.

When I look up, his gaze is locked on my hand, the heat in his eyes making my pulse race. When his eyes finally meet mine, the raw intensity there sends a thrill through me, and I can’t stop the grin that continues to spread across my face. I lean forward, sliding both hands to his hips, teasingly licking the tip of his cock with my tongue.

“Don’t tease,” Jamie says, his voice low but commanding, and I obey, taking him into my mouth, inch by inch. Jamie tastes warm and addictive, the faint saltiness clinging to my tongue. There’s something clean and raw about it, somethinghimthat I can’t quite put into words. It’s overwhelming and perfect all at once, and every second of it pulls me deeper, makes me crave more—makes me want to drown in him.

The soft noises he makes with every movement of my mouth push me closer to the edge, but Jamie never lets me forget who’s in control. His hands thread through my hair, nails grazing my scalp as he guides me, his breaths coming faster with every deliberate move I make to please him.

And then suddenly I gag. Loudly.

I pull back, coughing to the side, my face burning with embarrassment. “Shit.Fuck.I'm sorry,” I mutter, laughing awkwardly.

Jamie chuckles softly above me, his fingers threading through my hair in a gentler, almost soothing rhythm now. “Don’t be sorry, Jeff,” he says, his voice low and warm. “That felt so damn good.” His grin is soft, reassuring, but there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes as he adds, “Keep going.”

I manage a small smile, my confidence creeping back in, and I guide him to my mouth again.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, his voice shaky, almost breathless. His fingers scratch lightly at my scalp, urging me on as his hips find a rhythm with my mouth. He’s throbbing against my tongue, salty and wet, and the taste of him—the feel of him—has me hooked. The sheer intensity of it pulls a groan from deep in my chest.

I can’t take it anymore. I have to get my jeans off.

Reluctantly, I pull away, kissing the side of his thigh before unzipping my pants. Jamie reaches for me, but I gently push his hand away and take him back into my mouth, replacing my hand with my lips as I explore cupping his balls, earning another moan from him.

This time, he’s louder, his fingers gripping my hair roughly. Desperately. He grabs my hand and guides it to his ass, encouraging me to touch him there. I slide my fingers along his skin, teasing, before pressing one against the spot he’s silently asking me to explore. But as I try to push inside, it’s awkward—nothing’s happening.

Jamie chuckles, leaving my mouth for a moment to grab lube and a condom from the coffee table drawer. Was he kidding? Why'd he have that in there?! He shoves it into my chest and I grab a hold of it on instinct. “Here,” he says, his grin teasing. "Be generous."

With the lube, my finger slides in much more easily, and I take a second to let him adjust before moving in time with my mouth. I listen closely for his reactions, adjusting to make sure I’m hitting him just right. I barely settle into a rhythm before I feel him pull back, and without thinking, I lean forward, chasing the connection, only for him to do it again.

“Jeff, stop,” Jamie murmurs, his voice so soft I almost miss it. His hands glide through my messy hair, the touch gentle, but there’s a firmness in his tone now that makes me pause.“Stop,”he says again, more resolute this time, and I pull back, my breath catching as I meet his gaze.

Panic surges in my chest as I pull back, my finger slipping free.Did I hurt him? Did I screw this up?But before the thought can spiral, Jamie leans down, his lips brushing mine in a kiss so soft and deliberate it untangles my nerves. His smile is steady, grounding, but there’s a spark of something unmistakably in control in his eyes.

“I want this,” he whispers, his voice low and certain, the tone leaving no room for argument as his hand slides over the front of my boxers.

I press his hand down with mine, desperate for the pressure, my hips bucking into his touch. I’m so hard it’s almost unbearable, and the needy sound that escapes me is beyond my control.

Jamie chuckles, the sound smug, and tilts my chin up so I’m forced to meet his gaze. “Give it to me,” he says, his voice dripping with playful command.

My breath hitches at his words, my face heating, but the raw intensity in his eyes keeps me pinned. They’re heavy with lust, burning with hunger I’ve never seen before. It’s raw, unfiltered, and it hits me like a tidal wave.

Before I can respond, he leans in closer, his lips brushing just below my ear. “Don’t hold back,” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing command that sends goosebumps racing over the back of my neck. “I want to see you lose it.” The deliberate edge in his tone makes it clear—he’s not asking.

It takes every ounce of control I have not to fall apart right then and there, my body trembling with the effort. Jamie’s eyes lock back onto mine, dark and intense, and in that moment, it’s impossible to look away. He’s never looked at me like this before, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted him more.

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