Not His Kiss to Take (35 page)

Until a cold metallic thing poked between his cheeks. Oh yeah—
that
. Kept forgetting
that.

“
Lean forward and stick out your ass.”

“
I don’t know why I even like you.” But there went his ass, all by itself.

“
It’s my charming bedside manner. Now spread your legs.”

“
More sweet talk? You’ll spoil me.”

“
I know,” Evan agreed. Then he began
petting
his hole with the nozzle. Jamie almost choked on a mouthful of water.

The cool metal warmed fast, went to body temp in a flash, especially when the tip began circling and teasing his slippery, eager hole.

“
Don’t clench.”

“
Sure, Doc.” Jamie only meant that half sarcastically. None of his ever-present horniness had waned, and the stupid nozzle felt great, especially as Evan worked it in, like he was fucking him with it, not inserting it. “Damn you,” he mumbled.

“
Like that, angel?” he teased. “I like it. Love pushing it into you and watching your sweet, tight pucker close around it, almost suck it in. Really turns me on.” Another shove and the nozzle went in. “There. Just a quick shot this time. I’d really love to fill you up until you begged me, with all your nosy little heart, to stop, until you squirmed and writhed and cried. Then I’d make you hold it for me until you wanted to scream. It’d be so good. Angel, I’d make you
fly
. But, darn. We’re partners, and a deal’s a deal.”

Evan smacked his ass, and, Jamie’s skin being wet, the contact bypassed the gentle-burn phase and went straight to the screaming-fucking-stung-by-poisonous-nettles phase. Jamie cried out—not just from hurt, but because the smack also served to nudge the nozzle deeper, and for a blissful second, slid it across his gland.

“
Oh look,” Evan said, sounding happy as shit, “my handprint. Better than a signature.”

“
Fuck. You.”

In reply, Evan turned on the water.

Now that he knew what to expect, the sensation wasn’t quite as horrible. In fact, the jetting water seemed to caress his inner walls, seemed to stroke his prostate with an eerie sentience, as if it
knew
just how he liked it. Kinda felt nice, actually. So did that scalding hot handprint on his ass.
Evan’s
handprint.

“
That’s it. Enjoy it. I know how good it feels. Think of how much better it will be if you simply let yourself go and not overthink what’s happening. Give yourself permission to like it.”

Permit myself? Like I have a choice in the matter, you dick.
The water surged, and his cock throbbed. His heart beat faster, time ticking by in concert with the thump, thump of his pounding heart. The handprint pulsed too, with each fingerprint feeling like Evan’s hand was still upon him. The pressure built, and, strung up, he had to take it. Accept it. Quit fighting it.

But it was Jamie’s nature to fight. Which got him precisely nowhere.

In the end, his own body defeated him. Water. Pressure. Evan’s big hands. Into those hands he relaxed, and when he did, it came, that weird, tingly,
pleasant
ache. How could such unpleasant pressure force something so shockingly pleasant? Evan rubbed his back and then his belly in those soothing little circles. Hot breath bathed Jamie’s back as Evan licked and nibbled his shoulder while he rubbed, hypnotizing him. Jamie didn’t know what to expect next and couldn’t do anything about it anyway.
Permit yourself to like it…

Evan bit. Licked the bites. Pinched Jamie’s ass, his thighs. Kissed—everywhere. Scratched and sucked, one following the other. Touched that thing in his ass, kept him hyperaware of its presence. Conflicting sensations came at him from every different direction. Hot, cold. Pleasure, sting. Kisses, fingernails. Good and…
better
.

It had never been like this with anyone else. Certainly never any
…girl.

Only Evan…

The world did its strange disappearing trick again. A milky haze of nothingness overtook Jamie’s vision. His concentration narrowed, mind focusing only on the tide of sensations welling up inside his ass, the deep pressure and the dull ache of a new and taboo pleasure.

Lost in those sensations, he gave in. Permitted himself to like it.

Floated.

But as soon as the pleasurable fullness turned into uncomfortable fullness, the tile wall reappeared in front of him. Jamie blinked, startled.

“
That’s just enough, I think.” Evan’s hand slid between his legs. “I’m going to pull the nozzle out now, and in a minute, you can let it all out. Take a deep breath—you’re taking this beautifully. I’m so proud of you, angel. Don’t worry about anything. The shower spray will wash it all away.”

Oh God, was he going to stand beside him again? While he let all that water, and fuck knew what else, out? Yeah, of course he was. Fucking bent bastard. The nozzle wiggled, and Evan tapped it a couple times, a gentle fuck. Ooh. Sensitive. Then he pulled it out. Jamie gasped.

“
Hold it,” Evan demanded.

“
I can’t!”

“
You will. For me. For one minute.” A kiss on the back of his neck made him shiver. “You can do it. You want to do it. For me.”

No, I can’t! I want to, but I can’t. No, I don’t even want to—too fucking full.
With a quick flick, Evan released Jamie’s aching limbs from the hook, spun him around and looped Jamie’s still-cuffed hands around his own neck. Safe. Two steps back and Jamie found himself fully under the warm spray. A cramp tightened low in his belly. Still bound around Evan’s neck, his hands burned as blood flow trickled back. A big, strong arm circled his waist and comforted him as he gasped in air between his teeth.

“
Let it go, angel.”

“
No!” Jamie hissed. “Not while you’re holding me. Let me go! It’s gross.
Dirty
.”

“
We’re in the shower, love. Let it go.”

“
Evan—”

“
Let it go. Then I’ll wash you head to toe, and, as I promised, take you to bed.”

Bastard!
Blackmailing me like that. With promises of comfort and joy. Okay, sex. But there’ll be joy too.
And he had no choice, did he? It had to come out.

The cramp uncoiled, vicious and biting, a masterless dog. Transferring some of the pain, he bit Evan’s shoulder. Only Evan liked it, the fucker. As Evan massaged his ass to encourage compliance and as he inched his cheeks apart, Jamie willed his sphincter to relax.
Let it go—then you’ll fly. Like last time. Don’t be a baby.
With Evan’s hot, thick cock pressed against his belly and eagerly befriending his own madly throbbing member, and Evan’s tongue insinuating its way into Jamie’s mouth, Jamie finally let it go.

The shower washed it all away.

Peace descended.

Suds and hands and loving caresses followed—and kisses. Lots of kisses. And scissors snipping tubing and licks licking resultant burn marks.

“
Beautiful,” Evan said against the reddened skin on his wrist.

And maybe it was.

Chapter
Twenty

Yes, having Evan’s body on top of him, over him, and between his legs, and his hairy chest rubbing against his was every bit as fantastic as Jamie had imagined. Not that they hadn’t been in this position before, but this time, a dangerous layer of intent churned beneath the surface. Taking full advantage of Jamie’s floaty willingness, Evan kissed the living daylights out of him and rubbed their hips and cocks together in a wickedly slow grind.

Totally worth the earlier embarrassment Jamie had endured.

The stringing up, the
helplessness
of it, the almost-erotic enema and subsequent soap-down (and back up…and
in
) left Jamie in that same floaty-liquidy state as last time. Having Evan all over him, overpowering him and generally sexing the hell out of him while he floated up in that blissful high made for an intense experience. And he still hadn’t come yet.

God, he was
dying
to come.

Evan’s kisses gentled and wandered over to his jaw. “You don’t have to do this for me, angel,” he whispered in his ear. “I’m more than happy with things the way they are. I don’t need more than your hands, your mouth. I’m already the luckiest man alive.” Evan dug an eyetooth into his earlobe—Jamie felt it all the way down to his dick. “Have I told you you’re a fantastic little cocksucker?”

In the high, everything seemed funnier. Jamie laughed into Evan’s shoulder. “Your sweet-talking skills
really
need some work.”

“
I’m serious. Watching you suck my cock, the way you’ve already learned to swallow me down your throat, the way you get right into it, your choked little moans—God, Jamie, you get me off so easily, so perfectly. You thrill me. Your hands, your mouth, they thrill me. I don’t need more than that.”

Wow. He’d give Evan points for most improved sweet-talking skills and mega bonus points for outstanding chivalry. But Evan didn’t get it.
My fault. Guess I need to work on my sweet-talking skills too.
“But I want you to fuck me, Evan.”
Crap—that wasn’t right either. Sweet talking, Jamie-boy, not porno talking.

This time, Jamie grabbed Evan by the hair instead of the other way around. His grasping fingers held Evan still so he’d listen, so he’d know this was important. “Everything you do to me feels incredible. Every touch, every yank, every lick and—fuck you very much—every spank. I want this. I wanna know what it feels like. And don’t try telling me it’s just curiosity. It’s more than that. I want to do this because I’ll be doing it with
you
. I keep dreaming about it. Really winds me up.” Jamie released the silky strands from between his fingers and cupped Evan’s cheek. All of Evan’s attention was finally his, and his dark, intense eyes stared down at him,
knew
him—such gorgeous eyes. “Let me have you, Evan. Please? Let me feel you moving inside me. Let me
know
.”

“
God, Jamie…” Evan groaned.

“
And for God’s sake, Ev,
let me come
.”

The kiss Evan bestowed upon him was sweet and chaste, considering what they were talking about, what they were about to do. “You can come any time you want, as many times as you like.” Evan gave him another kiss, complete with tongue. Not quite so chaste. “And you can stop me any time you want. I promise I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

“
Not gonna happen.”

“
It might. It
will
hurt, Jamie. At first.”

Crap. But Jamie knew it would. “Quit trying to scare me. You’re supposed to be telling me how great it’s gonna be.”

Slowly and sinuously, Evan dragged his furred chest down the length of Jamie’s body and knelt between his thighs. His smile spoke of carnal pleasures to come. Mean fingers pinched up both of his nipples until they peaked and burned hot. Jamie groaned and twisted beneath the fiery onslaught. “It’s going to be amazing, angel. You’re going to come so hard, you might actually pass out this time.”

Now
that
was what he wanted to hear. Why he wanted it so badly. “Yeah?”