Page 18 of Meet You Half Way
His hand was back on my dick, pumping me in that rough way I loved as my head knocked back against the door. He dropped to his knees, that warm mouth I had been fantasising about licking my dick from root to tip, savouring my taste with a moan. He swallowed me whole, his hard pulls on my dick savage enough to almost have me coming on the spot but I managed to hold it back, wanting to savour the moment. I wasn’t sure how realistic that was given how animalistic I was feeling right then. Jamie seemed to be feeling the same way.
I let him suck me right to the brink, one big, firm hand gripping my hip and the other playing with my balls in a way that had me nearly mindless until I pulled him off.
“I don’t want to come until you’re inside me,” I told him. His gaze darkened at those words and I gathered he liked the sound of that.
“Fine by me,” he said. He stood to his full height and I glanced up at him, liking those few inches he had on me, not to mention the several weight classes he held. I liked that a lot. He was also still fully clothed and even though I liked that power imbalance more than was healthy, I also wanted to see him naked too.
He helped me strip his clothes, shoving them roughly to the floor until he was as naked as I was. Then I shoved him onto the bed, climbing on top of him as I straddled his waist. I liked the view of him from up here but I knew I’d like it even more from underneath where he could take control of me.
I let him pull me down for a kiss, this one just as messy as before as our tongues tangled for dominance, his licking into my mouth, the taste of me on his lips. I let him win, let him sink his tongue into my mouth until it was all I could feel.
His cock rubbed against mine, reminding me that I hadn’t yet tasted him there. I broke the kiss, kissing my way down his hot body until I was settled between his legs. He looked down at me then, those blues eyes blown to lust. I took hold of his cock and held his gaze while I swallowed that big, thick cock whole.
“Oh hell yes,” he moaned, his hand moving into my hair and holding me there, the way I liked best. I couldn’t fit him all in my mouth so I used my hand at his base while I took him right to the back of my throat. I brought him right to the brink too, showing him the same lack of mercy he’d shown me until he was just a writhing, moaning mess at my hands and mouth.
“Stop. Stop,” he groaned, sounding a little torn at the idea. But I guessed he would rather come inside me as much as Iwanted it too so I pulled off, pleased to see the desperate mess I had made of him as he leaned his head against my pillow.
I grinned as I reached for a condom and the lube and then let Jamie take over, pushing me onto my back as he settled between my legs. I spread them for him, relishing the way his gaze heated as he looked down at me, open for him.
“You are exquisite,” he groaned just as those thick fingers of his thrust into me. This was what I loved best, being taken apart by a man like Jamie who knew exactly what to do with those skilful fingers of his. The ones that saved lives and also knew exactly how to stroke my prostate until I became mindless, spewing curses and incoherent thoughts from my mouth as he brought me right to the brink again.
And then those lovely fingers were gone, leaving me empty and bereft but I did not have to wait long until they were replaced by something even better, that thick cock forcing its way inside me until we were completely joined.
Jamie paused, looking down at me with the kind of wonder in his eyes I had seen many times from plenty of other guys before but which felt slightlymorefrom him, slightly more genuine or slightly more wanted. And maybe slightly more reciprocated if I was completely honest because I hadn’t expected this to happen between us again especially after I’d let it spill about my feelings for Nick.
But I was coming to see that Jamie was something kind of special. A genuine soul inside an equally lovely package.
That moment of wonder passed, replaced with that fog of lust as he started moving in me, so deep and so slowly at first, almost too intimately if I had to describe it. I wasn’t used to being taken slowly or lovingly, his blue eyes burning into me from above like he could see me. Not even Nick had the patience for making love like this but I had to admit a part of me liked it whilst also being slightly intimidated by the way he was looking at me.
But it didn’t stay slow for long, his movements quickly building until I felt myself being pounded into the mattress by his heavy thrusts, wanting more, more, more.
And Jamie delivered, the frenzy building between us and reminding me how good this had been the first time, that I hadn’t built it up in my head to be more than it actually was. He seemed to be in sync with me, knowing exactly when I needed more and knowing exactly when I needed his hand on my cock to get me over the edge.
I arched into his fist, crying out as I came all over us, bringing him with me as he stilled and flooded inside me. There was not enough oxygen in the world to refill my lungs after that, my body so thoroughly used and sated that I wasn’t sure how I would ever recover. Jamie had collapsed on top of me, his body a heavy weight but I loved the feel of him there, sticky and sweaty and with his softening dick still inside me.
I kind of liked it a lot more than I really knew what to do with if I was being perfectly honest. Jamie was only the second guy I had ever slept with more than once and it was messing with my brain, the part of me which usually tried to shut itself off from feelings and emotions.
Dio santo.
What kind of mess was I making for myself with this man who was far too nice and far too kind for the likes of me but who I knew I wouldn’t ever deny if he did happen to ask again.
CHAPTER 8
Jamie
So, turned out maybe I was that shallow, or at least, maybe just a little bit shallow. Because here I was, waking up once again beside Mateo. He was still fast asleep, the sheets tangled at the bottom of the bed and my eyes free to feast on the marvel of his body. His notably unmarked body which was going to be a fairly big challenge if we kept this thing up between us. His body was a wonderland, his ass as smooth as the rest of him, two perfect orbs that I wanted to spread and feast on.
I don’t know why I was so surprised to find myself back here, back in his bed after a night of sex that was so hot I was terrified I had been ruined for all other men. I’d been fully prepared to bid him goodnight last night, been prepared to walk away from him and maybe not even ever see him again.
But he had bewitched me once more, that same powerlessness flooding over me that had kept me rooted to the spot on his front verandah there, wanting him so very badly I could barely think. I remembered the exact moment my dick had decided to start making all my decisions, my rational mind quietening the longer I stood on the foot of that verandah looking at the guy who should have been immortalised by one of the classic renaissance artists.
But I was snared again and I found it was difficult to have any sort of regret after what we had shared. Maybe I would just become one of those guys who could do casual hookups. Maybe I could do that if it meant I got to have nights like the one I just had with Mateo.
He was really starting to become quite a problem for me. An addiction even that I was too weak to stay away from.
But I had a shift to get to so I reluctantly pulled myself out of his bed, wishing I had another hour to spare so that I could wake him up and we could fuck again. And maybe even again after that.
I pulled my clothes on and picked up my shoes, tiptoeing down to the kitchen the way I had last time I’d been in this house. It was still silent around me and I took the moment to look around, actually seeing the house for the first time.
