Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom Book 2)

by Tessa Bailey

  Jamie’s heart rapped against his eardrums. “Is this one of those times the idea sounds better in your head?”

  “Yeah,” Marcus sighed.

  God. This man was going to be the death of him. “I, uh…” Jamie held up the takeout container in his hand. “I brought you potstickers from the Thai place, so why don’t we shut this operation down and avoid having to call the fire depart—”

  Marcus’s huge body plowed into Jamie, wrapping him in a bear hug. “You’re secretly the most forgiving, most perfect, best at everything person there ever was. I know all about you, Jamie Prince. And I’m so lucky. I’m just so fucking lucky.” He squeezed tighter. “I’m sorry, too.”

  “Don’t be.” Jamie said, wrapping his free arm around Marcus’s broad back. “Don’t make me potstickers and be sorry on top of it. I can only handle one or the other.”

  “Okay,” Marcus laughed, backing away with obvious reluctance. “Easier said than done. Especially because you showed up looking like a sexy professor in that sweater vest.”

  “If I take a blackmail picture of you in an apron, we’re even.”

  Marcus grinned. “You got it.”

  They closed the door and moved through the living room into the kitchen. When they reached the mess he’d made, Marcus flexed his muscles like a bodybuilder and posed in front of the mountains of pots and pans, allowing Jamie to take the promised picture.

  “Come on, I’ll help you clean up.”

  For the next half an hour, Marcus and Jamie cleaned up the disaster area, Jamie telling Marcus about the teacher dinner and Fran taking him hostage. Marcus filled Jamie in on everything that had taken place in the Castle Gate that night, including an impromptu breakdancing contest and Andrew throwing out anyone who raised their voice above a polite volume.

  “Yeah,” Jamie said, toweling off a skillet with a Monster Jam dishrag. “My oldest brother is going to be unbearable until he figures this thing out with Jiya.”

  Marcus smiled fondly. “That girl’s a sweetheart. Brings me naan bread once in a while. It isn’t pizza, but it does the trick.”

  “Yeah, she likes you, too,” Jamie said dryly, placing the skillet in the cabinet. “She has an annoying tendency of being right even more often than I am.”

  “Impossible.”

  “You’re just trying to get in my pants.”

  “Guilty as charged, babe.” Marcus walked past Jamie, laying a smacking kiss on his neck and opening the takeout container Jamie had left on the kitchen table. “I’m going to need some sustenance first, though. I couldn’t eat tonight for worrying.”

  Jamie swallowed. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer the phone. I just needed to…”

  Marcus had thrown a potsticker into his mouth, but he paused in the act of chewing now. “Needed to what?”

  “Remember why the hiding is worth it.”

  The clock on the wall ticked out five seconds. “And did you? Remember?”

  Jamie cleared his throat. “Of course I did. That’s why I’m here.”

  Marcus exhaled long and hard, before tossing another pair of potstickers into his mouth, reminding Jamie of Popeye powering up with spinach. “I won’t make us hide forever.”

  “I know.”

  His quick acknowledgement erased some of the shadows in Marcus’s eyes. “Anyway, I want to show you off in that fucking sweater vest.”

  A laugh snuck out of Jamie. “Oh, the whole academic professional look is doing it for you, huh?”

  Marcus’s grunt sounded pained. “You have no idea.”

  “Marcus, I always have an idea. Your erection is the third member of this relationship.”

  “Yeah, but this one is extra erect,” Marcus said matter-of-factly while reaching down to adjust the ridge tenting the front of his boxers. “You’re not into the whole, uh…teacher-student thing?”

  “No. I teach high school students and they’re not just illegal, they’re gross.”

  “What if I was a college student…” Marcus coughed into his fist, gaze cutting to the side. “Or something like that?”

  “You’ve thought about this?”

  “Only since I found out you were a teacher.”

  Jamie’s cock stirred in his trousers, filling with that familiar, perfectly unbearable weight. “You’ve known for three years.” When Marcus only looked at him with naked vulnerability, Jamie pushed away from the counter and sauntered closer. The picture of confidence when in reality, he was shaken by how badly he needed Marcus. How badly he needed to fulfill his man’s needs. Make sure they were met. Now. Jamie was not the type to play a role, but he remembered the night he’d shown up at Marcus’s apartment, ending up on the couch, with Marcus’s mouth wrapped around his cock for the first time.

  Maybe you’ve even been dreaming of getting bossed around a little, huh, Marcus?

  Yes.

  Yeah, Jamie remembered that. The rough, almost relieved confession. Jamie had been moving slowly with Marcus this week—as slowly as possible while still going at it like animals—but it seemed like Marcus was trying to tell Jamie he wanted more. Was he? Yes, he’d told him earlier that day he was ready to have Jamie inside him. Is that where he wanted this to lead? The possibility made Jamie’s dick swell so hard, he had to grind his molars.

  He untied the apron front around Marcus’s neck and tossed it on the ground, remaining a foot away with his arms crossed. “Were you a problem student, Mr. O’Shaughnessy?”

  Marcus’s Adam’s apple rifled up and down. “Yes.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” Jamie shook his head and let his attention drop to Marcus’s protruding shaft where it fought to get free of his boxers, his own blood firing in response. “You wouldn’t have gotten away with that in my class.”

  “No?” Marcus breathed, sounding winded.

  “No.” Jamie crooked a finger at Marcus. “Come here. I’ll decide how to deal with your bullshit. It could be too late.”

  Marcus moved so fast, the kitchen table he’d been leaning on went skittering back, bumping the wall. His big body expanded and contracted on heavy breaths as he came to a stop in front of Jamie, hands at his sides. “Like this?”

  “Hmm.” Jamie circled around the back of Marcus slowly, the only sound in the kitchen his footsteps, Marcus’s rasping breath and the ticking of the clock. “I’m still not sure how to deal with you, Mr. O’Shaughnessy,” Jamie said, once he stood in front of Marcus again. “You’ll need to pull down your shorts and show me the rest.”

  His boyfriend made a choked sound, his bulky frame shuddering. It turned Jamie on to a painful degree, watching Marcus move clumsily in his haste to pull down his boxers, letting them fall to his ankles, standing there in the stark light of the kitchen, his cock jutting straight out.

  On display.

  “Is this the source of our problem, Mr. O’Shaughnessy?” Jamie ran a fingertip up the veiny side of Marcus’s cock and watched as the other man bit off a curse, sweat beginning to form on his upper lip. “Does all this pent up frustration make you act out?”

  “Y-yes. Yes. I don’t know.”

  Marcus reached for his erection, but Jamie snagged his wrist, squeezing. “Do not touch. Problem students don’t get rewarded.”

  “Oh Jesus,” Marcus said on a harsh exhale. “Oh fuck.”

  Jamie’s eyebrow ticked up and yeah, maybe he’d never played this kind of game before, but damn, it was like putting on a tailored suit. Because it was Marcus and they were exploring something honest and when they were alone, the world was narrowed down to just the two of them. And the two of them together was everything right.

  “I don’t tolerate that kind of foul language,” Jamie said, stepping back and unfastening his pants, his movements slow so he could savor the way Marcus’s eyes eagerly tracked his progress with the button, the zipper. “Since you’ve got such a filthy mouth, I think we ought to find a better use for it. Get down on your knees, Mr. O’Shaughnessy.”

  It was the most erotic moment of Jam
ie’s life, having Marcus fall to his knees, taking Jamie into his mouth and groaning around that first deep suck. Through the layer of lust obscuring his vision, Jamie took in the muscular slope of Marcus’s back, his tight, rounded buttocks and the boxers still in a tangle around his ankles.

  “The hungry way you’re sucking me off, I’d say you like being a problem student,” Jamie said choppily, his fingers spearing into Marcus’s hair, hips rocking forward. “Maybe you’ve wanted to be my personal problem student, is that right?”

  Marcus moaned loudly, his cheeks hollowing as he pulled, pulled and let Jamie go with a smacking pop. “Yes. Please.” He licked a circle around Jamie’s tip. “I only want to be yours.”

  Jamie’s fingers tightened around Marcus’s strands. “A few minutes on your knees and you’re already giving correct answers. Maybe we’ve found the only test you excel at.” He pushed deep and held, groaning over the purposeful flex of Marcus’s throat muscles. Jesus Christ. He’d been reading the internet again. “It’s a good thing you only want to be mine, Mr. O’Shaughnessy, because I’m already growing very attached to this mouth.”

  “You can keep it. Please keep it,” Marcus breathed, looking up at Jamie with heavy eyelids, both of his hands twisting around the meat of Jamie’s cock, jerking him off in a firm grip. God, he was beautiful. And male. Strength and weakness in one perfect package.

  “That’s very generous of you,” Jamie managed around the lump in his throat. “What else are you offering me?”

  “Me,” Marcus said, no hesitation. “All of me.”

  Pulse jackhammering, Jamie eased his engorged cock out of Marcus’s hold and circled around to the back of him, going down on his knees on the kitchen floor, kissing the center of Marcus’s heaving back. The gravity of what they were about to do crashed down on Jamie and he could hear the riotous knocking of his heartbeat echoing in his ears. It had never been like this for him. Never. This meant something. This man did.

  Jamie continued to kiss a path along Marcus’s bunched shoulders as he reached into his sagging pants pocket, taking out a small bottle of lubricant and a condom. After applying protection, he drenched his middle and ring finger with the liquid and slipped them down between Marcus’s cheeks, pressing them to his tight ring of flesh. When Jamie noticed Marcus had stopped breathing, though, he started to take his hand away. “Marcus, we can—”

  “No, please don’t stop,” Marcus said raggedly. “I’m just worried…I don’t know how to make it good for you like this.”

  “What do you mean?”

  His shoulders rose and fell. “You said you prefer the other way.”

  Jamie frowned. “Yeah, that might have been true in the past, but I prefer every way with you, Marcus. This…us. Us doesn’t fall into a category. Or have preferences. Every part of it, every way is good. Any way I can be close to you is what I want. Okay?”

  “I’m in love with you, Jamie.”

  Tiny explosions went off in every one of Jamie’s nerve endings, firecrackers booming in his ears. Part of him was grateful Marcus hadn’t turned around because he’d probably never appeared more exposed in his goddamn life. The rest of him wished they’d been face to face so he could witness those words on Marcus’s lips. Nonetheless, an urgency rose inside of Jamie, so fierce it made his lungs burn. His body screamed for an anchor before it lifted off, so he leaned in and dragged his open mouth up the side of Marcus’s neck, breathing in his ear. Just breathing. He stayed there for long, hot minutes while he worked slickness over Marcus’s entrance, pressing one finger inside, then two. Adding more moisture and starting again until Marcus was moaning, his head falling back onto Jamie’s shoulder.

  “Oh fuck, I need you now. Please please please. Fuck me.”

  “What did I say about language?” Jamie whispered, trailing his tongue down the knots of Marcus’s spine. The skin under his mouth was taut from hours lifting weights and Jamie mentally admitted CrossFit had its advantages. Especially when he raked his teeth over the small of Marcus’s back and the muscles in his boyfriend’s bottom jumped, flexed, strained. Heat stormed through Jamie at a rate he’d never experienced before, his cock so sensitive, he couldn’t allow his fist around the throbbing flesh or he’d finish too soon. “Show me the rest, Mr. O’Shaughnessy.”

  Marcus’s back heaved once, twice, then he slid his knees wider and tilted up his ass. Goddamn. He was perfect. Shiny where Jamie had been touching him—and Jamie couldn’t help getting two handfuls now, kneading the hard mounds of Marcus’s ass, letting his thumbs slide up the valley in between, one by one. With both cheeks squeezed tight in his hands, he dragged his tongue through that shadowed split, finding Marcus’s tight breach with his tongue and worrying it with the tip, before splaying the flat of his tongue over the hole and stroking up and down.

  “What the fuuuuuuck. That’s so good,” Marcus grated, his backside flexing against Jamie’s face. “Don’t stop. Please. Fuck me with that fucking mouth.”

  As if he could stop. Giving Marcus pleasure was addictive, and only when Jamie’s tongue was moving in a figure eight pattern and Marcus was panting his name did Jamie finally pull away, getting in position behind Marcus. He guided his cock between Marcus’s slippery ass cheeks and stopped when just the tip of his cock was inside of his man. “Is this what my problem student has been asking for?”

  “God. Oh God.” Marcus’s thighs started to quake. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  Jamie drove his hips upward a few inches and watched precome spurt from the head of Marcus’s cock, leaving a milky rope on the floor. “Jesus Christ,” Marcus growled. “You feel so good. I knew, but I didn’t know…”

  One more pump and Jamie was fully seated and his body became raw, boiled hunger. The increasing pressure in his lower stomach shouted at him to take fast. Take hard. But instead of pushing Marcus’s upper body down to the floor and fucking him until relief hit, he wrapped an arm around the breadth of Marcus’s chest, held him tight and whispered his name. Marcus turned his head automatically and they fell headlong into a kiss that was broken up every few seconds by heavy, labored breaths.

  “Marcus, look at me,” Jamie said, their lips brushing as their gaze locked and he spoke the truth that was inscribed on his bones. “I’m in love with you, too.” The confession sent a rush of exhilaration through him. “Not just because of this. Because of everything.”

  An exhale shook its way out of Marcus and they kissed hard.

  And then Jamie dropped his forehead to Marcus’s shoulder and thrust his hips.

  Marcus shouted a curse and fell forward, catching himself on his hands. The second, third and fourth buck of Jamie’s hips came in slow succession, his control almost snapping at the sight of his cock sinking into Marcus, stretching his flesh, Marcus pushing his ass higher in response, groaning like he’d been waiting decades for Jamie to finally put it in.

  Lust made Jamie’s eyelids heavy, but he saw Marcus reach for his own cock and grated, “Stop. I said no touching.”

  Marcus made a sound of disbelief. “Please, I have to. I have to.”

  That custom suit of control Jamie had worn earlier was back on, the fit even more perfect. Loving Marcus and bossing him around was a tightrope he wanted to walk for the rest of his life. And now that he’d started, he wasn’t sure he could stop. “Touch that big, dirty dick of yours and I’ll stop.” Jamie pressed a fist to the center of Marcus’s back and his thick ass lifted even more, letting Jamie get deeper and now he was just going for broke, burying his cock between Marcus’s ass cheeks as hard as he could, pumping and grunting in a way that almost made him unrecognizable to himself, but in the best fucking way. “Keep your hands where I can see them. My fuck is going to make you come all over the goddamn floor.”

  Marcus’s fingers splayed on the floor, before his hands shot into fists. “It hurts. Ah God, it hurts so fucking bad. Jack me off, babe. Please please just touch it.”

  “If I touch it, what will happen?”

  “I’ll c
ome. I’ll come.”

  Jamie leaned down and flattened his chest on Marcus’s back, speaking in a rasp against his ear. “You’re getting so much better at tests, Mr. O’Shaughnessy. Too bad you won’t be able to sit properly in my classroom after I’ve worn you out with this cock.”

  Marcus moaned through his teeth, his lower body started to writhe back, meeting the drives of Jamie’s hips hard. So hard that a wet smacking noise filled the room and their knees started to slip on the slick floor, two sets of legs and feet fighting for leverage, Jamie never ceasing his relentless taking of Marcus’s ass.

  “Jamie. Harder. Harder. Harder.”

  “Look down at your cock, baby,” Jamie rasped in his ear. “Is it getting thicker?”

  Marcus’s head dropped forward and he growled. “Yes.”

  “Is it swinging around, same way it does in your pants? Driving me fucking crazy wanting to get on my hands and knees for it?”

  “Jamie.”

  “One stroke.” Jamie licked a path up the side of Marcus’s neck and latched onto his ear, biting down. “Just one and then you better stop.”

  Marcus’s hand disappeared beneath him faster than the blink of an eye, his back flexing as he stroked himself. A moan broke from his throat, strangled and rife with frustration, before his hand slapped down down on the floor. “Fuuuuuck.” His hand smacked the floor again, once, twice, big body heaving. “I’m dying. I can’t. Faster please. More.”

  Marcus’s back arched, his thighs sneaking wider and Jamie hips began to move in a blur out of pure necessity. Out of his dick’s need to be stroked fastfastfast so the mounting pressure in his balls would go the fuck away and Christ, there was no other place in the world he wanted to empty himself than inside this man. “My fucking man,” Jamie gritted into Marcus’s sweaty back. “Give it up for me.”

  Jamie drove harder than ever before, pressing deep and holding while he licked the salt off Marcus’s back—and Marcus started to shake, his ass muscles tightening up around Jamie’s cock, blanketing Jamie’s vision with twinkling lights. “Jamie. Oh God—”