When Jamie stopped giving him those needy kisses, it was a relief—because Ryan was dangerously close to responding. A part of him had wanted to respond—the fucked-up part of him that needed to feel Jamie closer after this disastrous evening and let Jamie’s closeness make him forget—even though Ryan knew it would be a terrible idea: it would just feed Jamie’s hopes and mess with his head.
But when Jamie scrambled off him and dropped to his knees between his legs, Ryan’s relief evaporated.
He tensed up. “Jamie—”
Jamie pressed his face against Ryan’s groin and nuzzled his soft dick through his jeans.
“Jamie,” Ryan said, staring down at him wide-eyed. This could not be happening. “Stop.”
Jamie didn’t stop. He rubbed his cheek against the bulge like a kitten, his eyes closed, his nostrils flaring as if he was inhaling the scent of Ryan’s dick. It was the wrongest, strangest sight Ryan had ever seen.
“I wanna suck it,” Jamie said, kissing his cock through the layers of fabric. He lifted his eyes to Ryan, his face hungry. “I wanna suck your cock. Please?”
If Ryan had been completely sober, he would have pushed Jamie away immediately. But his mind felt sluggish and hazy. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. Taking his silence as a yes, Jamie fumbled with his fly and pulled his dick out.
He could only stare at the naked hunger on Jamie’s face as Jamie eyed his soft cock. Then, Jamie leaned in and licked the tip with such obscene relish Ryan’s cock sprang to life as if given a shot of Viagra. Jesus.
“Jamie—” he tried again, his heart thundering in his ears. This was wrong. This was so bloody wrong.
And yet he couldn’t move. He watched Jamie swirl his pink tongue around the head before slowly taking it into his mouth. Ryan sucked in a breath as a wet, warm mouth engulfed his cock. He was hard. He was fully hard now. Fuck, he had his hard cock in his best mate’s mouth. What the hell was he doing?
Just as Ryan was about to push Jamie away, Jamie moaned around his cock, looking blissed out, as if sucking Ryan’s cock was something he’d always dreamed about.
Ryan stared at Jamie’s flushed face as Jamie’s eyelashes fluttered and lifted. Their eyes locked, Jamie’s pupils completely blown. Jamie hummed around the cock in his mouth and started bobbing his head, sucking Ryan’s cock with obvious relish, his mouth and tongue hungry and shameless—and fuck, it was wrong, it was so bloody wrong, but Ryan couldn’t fucking stop it. Groaning, he shivered violently, and had to gather the remains of his self-control so he wouldn’t roll his hips. He grabbed Jamie’s bobbing head. Stop, he wanted to say, but Jamie completely relaxed, opening his mouth wider and looking at him expectantly. Waiting. Eager.
Christ. Jamie wanted him to face-fuck him.
Ryan’s hips jerked of their own volition, slamming back into the heat of Jamie’s mouth. Jamie let out a long, pleased moan around Ryan’s cock. He was bloody loving it.
Ryan’s hips jerked again. And again. He couldn’t stop.
Soon, he had both hands in Jamie’s hair and was yanking Jamie’s mouth onto his aching, throbbing dick. Fuck, he’d never been harder in his life, the feeling of wrongness still there—Jamie was like a little brother to him; what was he doing?—but it was only making everything hotter and sharper. He wanted to fuck Jamie’s mouth, so Ryan did, eyeing greedily Jamie’s blissful face as he pushed his cock in and out. He wanted to come in him. He wanted to come inside Jamie, fill his mouth with his come and force Jamie to eat it—
Growling, Ryan let go, his vision going dark around the edges as he came deep in Jamie’s throat.
Fucking hell.
When he opened his eyes some minutes later, he found himself staring at Jamie’s head on his thigh, Jamie’s hand curled around Ryan’s not-quite-soft dick. Jamie’s other hand was moving, out of sight. Jamie was jerking off, Ryan realized dazedly. And I just fucked my best friend’s mouth. But his brain couldn’t manage a proper freak-out yet.
Jamie rubbed his cheek against Ryan’s cock before slipping the oversensitive head back into his mouth. Ryan hissed, feeling his cock start hardening again. This should not be happening. He shouldn’t have let it happen. And he sure as hell shouldn’t be letting it happen again. He knew when he sobered up, he would regret this like nothing he ever regretted in his life.
But Jamie was moaning around his cock, that shameless look of pure bliss on his face, and Ryan wanted to fuck his mouth again.
So he did.
Chapter 14
From: Luke Whitford
To: James Grayson
Dec 9
We didn’t finish the conversation, Jimmy. You can’t avoid me forever!
From: James Grayson
To: Luke Whitford
Dec 9
Don’t call me Jimmy unless you want me to call you Lucy.
From: Luke Whitford