Page 40 of Murder & Mayhem
It took him a second to answer, though his hand never stopped jerking me off. “Y-you can touch me. I want you to touch me.” He swallowed and looked away. “I-I’m not hard, but it doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself. I-I think I’m broken.”
That was something I would be bringing up later. I removed my hand that was covering his so that I could thread my fingers in his hair and tilt his head up. I needed to see his eyes for this.
“Listen to me, baby boy. You’re not broken. Whatever is going on, we’ll figure it out. As long as you’re comfortable and enjoying my touch, enjoying touching me, then it’s okay. I won’t stop.”
He blinked but then increased his pace, causing me to hiss with the uptick in pleasure. “I-I like it a lot.”
It was all I needed to hear. My lips covered his as my hand on his hip slipped farther down his pants and covered his ass. I stayed away from his dick until we could talk about it more, but Jamie pushed into my hold as I squeezed the top of his ass with my fingertips. I wished I could get a better grip, but the skin on skin was enough. My orgasm started to build.
“I’m close,” I whispered into his mouth. “Do you want me to finish myself off?”
“No. I want to do it. Please.” The last word was nearly a whine, and Jamie’s hips hitched.
“I’ll never say no to you touching me,” I told him before kissing him again.
It hit me like a freight train. I somehow managed to mutter the word, “Coming,” before I shot my load all over Jamie’s hand and my stomach. I should have probably made an effort to contain it better, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. All I could focus on was Jamie’s hand and the little, breathy moans of pleasure coming from him just from touching me, pleasing me.
Jamie let go before I fully finished. Sensing he neededspace, I backed off and quickly gave myself a few final tugs until I was sensitive and started to soften. Jamie was watching me with heated eyes. He seemed . . . conflicted, but not panicked, and was present, which had been a worry for me.
“Talk to me, Jamie,” I said calmly, carefully. “What are you thinking now? What do you need?”
His eyes were focused on my dick and the cooling cum on my belly. He shook his head, clearing it, and that was when he noticed that some of my release had landed on his hand. He brought it close to his lips, and fuck if that didn’t make my dick want to twitch again.
He hesitated. “Can I . . . I want to taste it. I never want to taste it.”
Fuck. “Only if you want to. I can get you a paper towel?”
Something like annoyance flashed across his features, and then Jamie very determinedly brought his hand to his lips and licked the cum there.
“Jesus fuck,” I whispered, forcing myself to keep the space between us even though all I wanted to do was touch him.
He seemed to be in some kind of haze, solely focused on his task and nothing else. When he finally finished, he looked at me, a little surprised. “It, you taste good. Salty, but I didn’t gag.”
I didn’t know what to say about that, and luckily Jamie didn’t expect words. Before I could even think of a good response that wouldn’t be triggering or send me into a full-out rage, Jamie was kneeling in front of me.
Remembering how viscerally he reacted yesterday to kneeling, my first response was to pull him to his feet, but Jamie stopped me. “Touch me, please, Dominic. I need to remember it’s you.”
“You don’t have to do this, baby boy,” I reminded him, my hand lightly caressing his face. I was careful to keep my touchlight and not possessive, letting him have plenty of space to break free if the panic started.
“I know. It’s why I want to. I-I want to clean you up?” He said it more like a question instead of a statement. I nodded.
Jamie paused and then his tongue was caressing the sensitive skin under my belly button, and then a little lower, cleaning the release stuck in the hairs before finally moving to my shaft and balls. My cock was very sensitive, but there was no fucking way I would stop him and make him think what he was doing was wrong.
“So good, beautiful. Fuck, Jamie. You’re so fucking good.”
He smiled, his whole body relaxing. As soon as he was done, he scrambled to his feet, like being on his knees a second longer would send him spiraling. Still, he’d done it. He was taking back his life and his sexual desires, even if he didn’t totally realize it yet.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and kissed him. I could taste my own release on his lips and tongue, but it only made it better.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, but eventually I forced myself to pull away. “We really need to go. I’m surprised we haven’t been interrupted yet.”
Jamie’s cheeks flushed when he remembered where we were. “Oh my god,” he moaned, embarrassed, and buried his face in my chest.
I laughed. “It’s okay. I’m sure we’re not the first to take advantage of the bathroom like this.” It had brought more attention to us than I would’ve liked, but it had been worth it.
Both of us hurried to clean up and look presentable again. I closed my pants, grateful that they seemed to be unscathed, and I had lifted my shirt, so I was good there too. We walked out of the bathroom hand in hand. There was no point trying to hide it. I was sure everyone in the place knew what had been goingon by that point.
Hushed whispers stopped suddenly as we walked out, and all eyes immediately turned to us. Had we been louder than we’d thought?
