Page 39 of Murder & Mayhem
I managed to keep my hands down and out of his way as he fumbled with my button. It wasn’t easy, as it took longer than I would like for him to finally get the zipper and my pants far enough out of the way for my cock to spring free. But it was important that Jamie did this. Even if he wanted me to take charge, he needed to set the pace and understand that he was truly the one in charge, always. It hadn’t been that long ago that I’d known that helpless, trapped feeling all too well. We hadn’t spoken about it, but I had a feeling Jamie had very little, if any sexual experience that had been his choice, and I refused to rush or pressure him in any way.
My cock stood hard and heavy, pointed up toward my belly. “Fuck,” Jamie whispered, his eyes wide. His fingers flexed and he made a move toward it but stopped himself. I cupped the back of his neck and kissed him softly.
“Whatever you want, beautiful. If you want to touch, go ahead. If you’d rather watch me, then that’s okay too.”
“Do you—” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Do you have lube or something? I don’t want to hurt you.”
I ran my thumb softly over his cheekbone. “You won’t. I promise. Spit works wonders for jerking off.”
He shook his head but then nodded. “Help me, please? I want to touch you, but I want to make it feel good. Do what you like. I-I don’t know how.”
I smiled down at this sweet, perfect boy.
“Is that what you want, to make Da—me feel good?” I caught myself before the word Daddy fully slipped. Jamie was absolutely not ready for that. If I ever brought it up to him, it would be when we were having a serious conversation, not in the bathroom of a diner when we were distracted by our lust and need.
Jamie bit his lower lip and made an affirmative sound deep in his throat.
Groaning, I nipped along his jawline before pulling back far enough that I could spit in my hand. I coated myself enough so that Jamie wasn’t concerned, but that was the least of my worries. I was so hard by now that I’d have to control myself to not spill the second his hand touched me.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Wrap your hand around me.” Jamie sucked in a breath but did as I said. His touch was so light and gentle. He looked up at me with large eyes, waiting for more instructions. Fuck, he was perfect.
“Good boy. You can grip tighter. I like it rough. Perfect, like that.”
I wrapped my hand around his. “Is this okay, beautiful?”
“Y-yes. Please. Show me. I don’t want to mess it up.”
“You won’t. Trust me, if all you did was hold me, I’d still likely spill my load. I’ve been hard since yesterday.”
A little bit of that personality I was beginning to love peeked through as he grinned at me. “Believe me, I know.”
I nipped at him again. “Brat.” I made sure all the affection and pleasure I felt was clear in my tone. I could tell he had some confusion around that word, and this wasn’t the time to get into the whole Daddy/brat dynamic.
His hand was so small, or maybe mine was just big, but I was able to easily wrap mine around his. It surprised me how intimate this felt. What we were doing was on the innocent side of the scale of sexuality, at least from my experience, yet Ifelt more of a connection than I ever had buried balls deep in any of the men I’d slept with in the past.
“Relax, beautiful, and feel what you do to me, how hard you make me.”
Jamie’s eyes closed for a moment and his shoulders rose and fell with deep breaths. I waited, not moving an inch, even though I was dying inside, until I was sure he was ready. When Jamie opened his eyes, he seemed more relaxed than I’d ever seen him.
“Show me how to please you. Please, Dominic.” Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to turn that Dominic into a Daddy.
“Of course, baby boy. Follow my lead.”
I moved my hand, guiding Jamie’s on how I liked to be jerked off. I talked him through it as well, which I never expected to be hot, but I was enjoying it more than I expected.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You can grip a little tighter. Good boy. Nice and long strokes. Fuuuck. That feels so good. You’re killing me in all the best ways. Let’s go a little faster. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck. So perfect, baby boy. You’re so fucking perfect.”
We continued like that, me talking him through it, Jamie panting and rocking his hips with each movement. My free hand found its way down his body and squeezed his hip. Jamie moaned.
“Are you close, Dominic?” he asked, his voice breathy.
“Very. You feel so good.”
He hadn’t made any attempt to release his own cock from the confines of his pants. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
I cautiously let my thumb dip under his waistband to touch bare skin, keeping eye contact the whole time.
Jamie tensed but didn’t say a word. “Is this okay, beautiful? Remember, you can tell me no any time.”
