[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
"Not fat, logy. You really want to have this argument again?"
"We haven't had it in days. I kind of miss it."
Laughing, Jessy opened the door to their room, holding it open for him and smacking his ass as
he went by.
"Butthead." He pulled his suit off, heading for the dresser with his jeans. "Really, though, I'm
craving salad and steak and oranges, believe it or not."
"We can pick up a bunch of oranges or some orange juice while we're out." He could feel Jessy's
eyes on his ass.
He spread a little, bent over to 'search' for his jeans. "Cool." Look here, Jess.
A soft groan echoed. "Mike..."
"Uh-huh?" He looked from between his legs, balls swinging.
"I thought you wanted steak." He could see Jessy slowly come for him, swimsuit tented out.
"I do. Steak and salad." He bent farther, spreading a little more. More than anything, he wanted
Jess.
"You're going to have to wait for it," growled Jessy, hands landing on his ass, cupping and
massaging.
"I am?" He pushed right back, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
"Uh-huh." Jessy's hands slid up along his back, groin pushing up against his ass, wet suit cold on
his skin.
Mike braced himself against the dresser, eyes rolling. "I'm a patient guy, Jess."
"You mean you can wait for this?" Jessy asked, fingers wrapping around his shoulders, body
humming against him.
"No. I can wait for food." He grinned at Jessy in the mirror.
Jessy grinned right back, one hand sliding away, the cold, wet shorts pushed down and kicked
away.
"Sexy baby." Jessy ground against him again, hard prick sliding along his crack.
"Yours." That was easy. Straightforward.
"Yes." A finger slipped into his ass, fingers of the other hand sliding down along his spine.
It was a little weird, looking at himself in the mirror, so he ducked his head, closed his eyes.
"You should look," Jessy murmured. "And see what I see."
"It's weird, Jess. Looking at myself."
"I love watching you. Swimming, sleeping, working out. Making love..." Jessy sucked the
fingers of his free hand and pushed two in along with the one from his other hand.
"Oh." He went up on tiptoe, rocking on those fingers, over and over.
"Yeah, yeah. Just look at you."
His eyes opened, and there he was, lips parted, cheeks dark red.
"So fucking sexy, baby." Jessy's fingers slid away, the thick head of his prick pushing in their
place.
His lips opened and closed, but he didn't have any words. He just needed. That prick slid deep,
Jessy's hands sliding over his belly and up, fingertips dancing against his nipples. He pushed
back, body jerking, riding that thick cock.
"So sexy. Look at yourself. Look how fucking hot you are."
"Jess." His cheeks went red, dark. God, so intimate.
"That's you, baby. That's what I see every time we make love." The words were punctuated by
thrusts, Jessy pushing in hard.
"Love you." Fuck. Fuck, he was going to. He was. Oh.
"You, too, baby." One of Jessy's hands reached up and pressed against his neck, the other slid to
wrap around his cock, both holding tight.
"I." Oh. Oh, fuck him. Oh, please, Jess. More.
"I know." Jessy kept fucking him, hand on his cock stroking, the one on his throat slowly
pressing harder, slowing his air supply.
Mike shook, so fucking turned on. So excited. Needing this so fucking bad.
"Look at you. Look at how you respond to every touch, every squeeze and thrust. God, baby.
Just... God." Jessy stopped talking, mouth biting at the back of his neck as that hand on his throat
tightened even more.
He shot so hard his teeth rattled, head slamming back as he gasped.
"Yeah. Yeah!" Jessy repeated the word, hands sliding to grab his hips and pull him back into
each new thrust. That hard cock kept hitting his gland, making his orgasm just last.
And then Jessy was shouting his name and coming deep inside him. His elbows buckled, Jessy
holding him up, keeping him upright. Soft kisses pressed along his spine, Jessy humming softly,
fingertips stroking his belly.
"L...love." Oh, fuck. So good.
"Mmm... yeah, baby. Big time."
Groaning, Jessy slipped out of him. He could feel Jessy's come on his thighs, and then Jessy's
hand was there, rubbing it into his skin.
His eyes rolled a little bit, knees wanting to give out on him. "Damn."
Jessy dragged him over to the bed, sitting and pulling him down onto Jessy's warm lap. "I bet
you're hungry now, baby."
"Uh-huh. Steak. Salad. Oranges." He rested his forehead on Jessy's shoulder.
"Yeah. Hell, I'm feeling pretty mellow. We might even share a dessert."
"Mmm. Dessert's good. Chocolate pecan pie."
"Whatever you want, baby." Jessy hugged him tight, kissed his spine and then pushed him up,
popping his ass. "Come on, quit stalling and get your jeans on."
"Damn, a guy closes his eyes half a second after a great orgasm and he's suddenly stalling."
"Either that or he's so sexy that his lover knows if we dawdle we're never leaving this room."
Jessy gave him a wink and stood, stretched, muscles rippling.
"Mmm." He stood, heading in for a quick shower and shave. Yeah. If he did, they'd never leave.
Jessy grabbed his wrist, tugging him to a halt. "Where are you going? Your jeans are that way."
"Shower? Shave? I smell like sex and chlorine." The rest of the world might not appreciate that.
"Now you are stalling. We have to leave the hotel room sooner or later, baby."
He stopped, blinked a second. "You don't think... I'm not."
"I think you need to get dressed and we need to go out and have a meal together."
"I just need a shower."
Jessy stared at him for a long moment. "Ten minutes. You take a quick shower and get dressed
and be ready to go in ten minutes."
Like they were in a hurry. Jesus. He slammed the door behind him, trying to figure out why he
was so pissed.
The door opened, Jessy popping in, eyebrows climbing up his forehead. "Baby?"
"Yeah?" He knew he had to look fucking confused. He felt fucking confused.
"What's wrong, huh?" Jess came in, leaned against the counter.
"I don't know." He headed over, one hand sliding down Jessy's chest, belly.
"You still worried about the asshole sending shit in the mail?" Jessy's hands slid around his
waist.
"Aren't you? I mean, fuck. Aren't you scared, Coach?"
Jessy shook his head. "We're safe here, baby. No one knows where we are."
"But. I know that. I know and it still..." It still worried him.
"It still worries you. That's why we need to go out. The only way you're going to believe it deep
inside is if we go and do and be and nothing happens."
"I'm not a coward." He needed Jessy to know that.
"Shit, baby, I don t think you're a coward!"
"No? Because I'm fucking scared."
"Yeah, well I think that's pretty normal under the circumstances, baby. That's why we need to go
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]