“If you like.”
Marc’s expression gave nothing away, and he lay back against the pillows as Jamie ran his fingers over the textured flesh. It felt much the same as it had the first time he’d done this—on his knees in the kitchen—but the surgery scars had faded since then to silvery lines, and Marc was far more active than he’d been back then. Running when the weather allowed, working out with his random collection of homemade equipment. And the air between them had shifted since then, so when Marc’s cock hardened in response to Jamie’s teasing touch, Jamie took him in his mouth without a second thought.
“Jesus!” Marc jerked violently, his hips canting up, driving his dick deeper down Jamie’s throat.
Jamie grinned around him and glanced up to find Marc watching him for the second time that morning, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Feeling devilish, Jamie flicked his tongue, and Marc’s head fell back, and he groaned, giving Jamie all the encouragement he needed to enjoy having a man’s cock in his mouth again. A cock he’d chosen to suck. And a man he had no choice but to love.
Jamie could’ve sucked Marc for hours, revelling in the way Marc trembled and moaned beneath him. The way he bucked and yelled out when Jamie hit a particularly sweet spot. Zac reckoned giving good head was a power trip, and perhaps he wasn’t wrong. Marc was the strongest man Jamie had ever known, and to see him in pieces, convulsing at the mercy of Jamie’s tongue, was fucking incredible.I want to make him come.
And for a while, it seemed that he wouldn’t have to wait long, but then Marc growled, seized Jamie’s shoulders, and yanked him up the bed to claim his mouth in a crazed kiss that sent shockwaves through Jamie’s already charged nerves.
“What do you want?” Jamie asked hoarsely. “You want me to ride you? ’Cause I think I was dreaming of that all night long.”
It wasn’t far from the truth. Marc had pretty much fucked them both into a coma the night before, and Jamie’s fantasies had continued long after they’d both fallen asleep. His subconscious had climbed all over Marc then, grinding on him, rocking down on him until they’d both yelled out, and waking to find that it was a likely reality? Yeah. Best high ever.
Jamie kissed Marc like a starving man, and straddled his waist as Marc reached for the lube one of them must’ve slept on. Then, teetering on the verge of desperation, Jamie impaled himself on Marc’s dick. The burning stretch was agonising without Marc’s care from the night before, but Jamie welcomed it, absorbed it, and let it merge with the mind-blowing pleasure that was fast robbing him of his senses.
In his dreams, he’d fucked Marc slowly, like Marc had him, drawing out every push and slide, every tortuous circle of his hips, until Marc begged him to let them both come. But it wasn’t going to happen that way now. What control Jamie had was fast ebbing away, and the crazy heat where he and Marc were joined sent him headlong into a frenzied fucking that he had no will to resist.
Beneath him, Marc thrashed his head from side to side, his hands balled into fists. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
His frustration made little sense to Jamie, but nothing did right now, and then he was coming—coming so hard he was sure his eyes would bleed. And Marc wasn’t far behind, releasing inside Jamie with a shout that curled Jamie’s toes.
Panting, Jamie collapsed on Marc’s chest. “That was insane.”
Marc’s reply was unintelligible.
Jamie forced his head up to look at him. “What?”
Marc exhaled a shaky breath and brought his hand to his chest, laying it over his heart like he was counting the beats. “You have no idea.”
The repeat of his earlier words caught Jamie’s orgasm-addled attention. He tilted his head to one side. “You didn’t like it?”
No.That wasn’t it—it couldn’t be. Jamie didn’t know much, but he knew a man enjoying a damn good fuck when he saw one.
Marc shook his head, confirming it. “Of course I liked it—you blew my bloody mind. I’m— I guess I’m not used to being stuck there at someone else’s mercy. I know I’ve tried too hard to let you control things, but that’s not how I usually fuck.”
Damn.Jamie shuddered. Could he have taken more? The greedy addict in him said yes, but the ache in the base of his spine protested, and there had beennothingmissing from what had just happened. He lifted himself from Marc’s softening cock and rolled sideways, though he didn’t take his hands from Marc’s chest. “Was it tougher for you to give up control than you thought?”
“Yes and no.”
“Explain.”
Marc shrugged, though the faint shudders running through him remained. “Part of the reason I tried to force the issue in the beginning was because I kind of get off on the idea of you dominating me, but at the same time, the idea of being held down by anyone—even you—is fucking terrifying. Vanity aside, the worst thing about losing my leg was knowing that I’d be vulnerable for the rest of my life.”
Vulnerablewasn’t a word that Jamie had ever associated with Marc, but as they lay together in their cooling sweat, naked in Jamie’s clinically pristine bedroom, how vulnerable theybothwere hit Jamie like a truck. “Sorry I freaked out last night.”
“Don’t be. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I know, but I don’t want you to see me like that.”
“You see me with a gristly stump for a leg.”
“That’s not the same.”
“Isn’t it?”
Jamie shook his head, though he could find no logical argument to voice out loud. “I’m embarrassed.”