by Teegan Loy
“Kellen,” Jamie whined and shook his ass. When I didn’t move, he looked over his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Trying not to come,” I said in a strained voice. He wiggled his ass again and winked. “Not helping.”
I was amazed how calm he seemed, but when I touched his back, his whole body tensed. I pulled him down on the bed and cuddled next to him. I let my hands wander over his hot skin, and as he relaxed, I touched him more, stroked his cock, and ran my fingers over his hole. When I thought he was ready, I felt around for the lube and popped open the bottle. The scent of coconut flooded my nostrils, and I had to choke back a laugh.
“Really,” I said.
“It reminded me of you, because every time I was around you, you smelled like a coconut, and I wanted to lick you.”
“I would’ve let you lick me.”
“Anywhere?”
Images of Jamie’s tongue filled my head and I shuddered.
“Anywhere,” I whispered as I nipped at his earlobe.
“Another time,” he said. My hand shook as I squeezed out some lube, gave my dick a couple of strokes, and then touched his hole.
He stiffened again and sucked in a huge breath of air.
“If you want to stop, just tell me.”
“I’m fine.”
He didn’t sound fine, but I wasn’t going to question him anymore. I massaged him some, teasing him until he relaxed enough for me to slide one finger inside. He buried his face in the pillow and panted loudly.
“Talk to me, Jamie?”
“Yeah, just burns a bit.”
“It’ll get better,” I whispered.
As he relaxed, he started to get into it, and when I found his prostate, he shouted so loud, I was pretty sure I heard Agnes barking outside the house.
“C’mon, Kell,” he grunted. “More, I need more.”
“I’m not going to fuck you until you’re ready. It’s gonna hurt,” I said as I pushed in a third finger.
“Shit.” He groaned and I stilled, waiting for him to adjust. “Don’t fucking stop. Keep going.”
“Jamie,” I whispered against his shoulder blade.
“What?”
“Can you turn around?” I said. “I don’t want to do this from behind. I really want to see your face.”
Jamie looked over his shoulder at me and waggled his eyebrows. I leaned forward and kissed him, slowly rolling him over. When he was on his back, I wiggled in between his legs, pushing his knees forward. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
“Jamie, please look at me,” I whispered.
He nodded and slowly opened his beautiful blues. I cupped his cheek. “We can stop anytime.”
“I’m ready,” he said.
I slid the condom on and slicked up with that stupid coconut lube. I took a deep breath and nudged against him. As I breached him, he stilled and covered his face with his arm, moaning loudly. Every single muscle in my body locked.
The entire summer spent daydreaming, listening to nosy friends, and the torture of watching an endless parade of people walking in and out of Jamie’s bedroom all fell away. I was finally home. But if I wasn’t careful, it was going to be an incredibly short homecoming celebration.
“Kellen, get going,” Jamie said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I let out a strangled grunt and slowly pulled out before I gently pushed back into him. After a few more times, he started to move with me, and we settled on a slow easy rhythm that was probably going to kill me, but Jamie seemed to be enjoying it.
“More,” he said. “I need more.”
I wasn’t one to back down when he made a request. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and increased the speed and intensity. He gripped the headboard tightly as I plowed into him.
I snapped my hips harder, and soon I was lost in a haze of fucking him. When red-hot heat collected in my belly and moved up my spine, I reached between us and grabbed his dick, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
Two loud crashes came from the other room, and I knew right away the pictures had bit the dust. None of Jamie’s other lovers had managed to dislodge the pictures from the wall. I felt like I deserved some sort of award. But when I looked at Jamie, I knew I’d won the biggest prize of all.
“What the hell was that?” Jamie asked.
“I’ll tell you later,” I panted. “Are you close?”
“Yessss,” he cried, and before he finished the word, he filled my hand.
“Oh, fuck.” I shoved hard into him a few more times before I let everything go. When my orgasm finally subsided, I was emotionally and physically spent. I started to pull out, but he stopped me.
“Wait,” he said, wrapping his legs tightly around my waist. “Not yet.”
I kissed his neck and held him close. It was so much more than I expected from him.
“Kell,” he whimpered as I finally slipped from him. I grasped the condom and tossed it in the garbage can.
“I know, Jamie. I know,” I said as I snuggled against him and pulled the blankets over us. My eyes fluttered closed, and for a few seconds, pure panic flooded my body. I wrapped my arm around his waist, telling myself he’d be there in the morning. This was real.
“Next time, I’m fucking you,” Jamie muttered, and my heart soared around the room.
“Next time,” I repeated and felt my heartbeat settle into a regular rhythm.
10
Sweeping Away the Past
The first thing I did when I woke the next morning was make sure Jamie was still in bed with me. His mouth was open and he was drooling on his pillow. The sight made my stomach do backflips and my heart pound in my ears.
The second thing I did was climb out of bed and walk to the living room to check on the state of the pictures. Shattered glass covered the floor, so I put on a pair of shoes and went in search of a broom. It was silly to be proud of broken pictures, but no one else had been successful in removing the artwork from the wall. Of course, I was going to have to explain to my mother how her framed Van Gogh prints ended up broken.
I’d never be able to look at a copy of Vase with Red Poppies again without remembering last night.
I dumped the broken glass in the trash, popped the prints out of the frames, and placed them on the table.
“Kellen?” Jamie called.
“In the kitchen.”
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning up broken glass.”
He leaned against the doorframe and grinned. He was still naked, and my gaze immediately dropped to his half-hard dick.
“Happy to see me?” I asked.
“I am.”
He twisted his hips and his cock slapped against his thigh. He strode across the room, shoved me against the counter, and kissed me. The broom clattered to the floor.
“I can’t believe you put clothes on,” he said.
“I don’t normally sweep in the nude.”
“You’re not sweeping now.” Jamie chewed on his lip and stared at my crotch, which seemed to excite my dick. He reached out and brushed his hand over my growing erection, eliciting a loud moan from me.
“Can I fuck you, Kell?”
I nodded as he ran his hands over my shoulders and up to my chin so he could tilt my head, searching for the perfect angle. And then he kissed me and the world stopped moving.
Once again, the torture of the summer melted away, dropped off the dock, and sank to the bottom of the lake. There was nothing else except the slide of his tongue as he opened his mouth and licked inside. A fire roared through my body and he grabbed me roughly, pushing me against the fridge.
I couldn’t get enough of him. I needed more. I needed everything, and I needed it now. Fucking him was great, but what I really wanted was to feel him moving in me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him in place. I could hardly breathe anymore, sucking air in through my nose as we frantically kissed each other. He snaked his hand into my boxers and stroked my dick. It was too much and yet not en
ough.
Way off in the far corner of my conscious mind, I thought I heard a voice along with a muffled bark and stopped kissing him.
“Did you hear something?” I asked.
“No,” he grunted.
I was pretty sure I heard someone knocking, but Jamie had found my nipple and was rolling it between his fingers. My brain short circuited and I was lost in a fog of lust.
“Mmm,” he growled.
“Jesus.” I pushed at his head. “Stop, I don’t want to come yet.”
“Fuck, Kell,” he said and kissed me, nipping my lips. He buried his tongue in my mouth and grabbed my waist, forcefully yanking me against his body.
My dick was really getting into the game, and Jamie started a slow torturous grind of his hips, driving his erection against my hip. I snuck a hand between us and touched him, bringing forth a loud moan. I decided I wanted to listen to that noise for the rest of my life.
“Hello?” Carrie shouted as the slam of the screen door echoed through the room.
“Oh shit,” I said.
Jamie jumped away from me, grabbing for the apron he’d worn while baking, but it did little to hide his predicament. I shifted behind a chair and wished for a tidal wave to crash over the house.
“Good morning.” Carrie giggled and Agnes barked. “No wonder you like him.”
“Oh, my god, please,” I said, hanging my head.
“You’re late for breakfast. I was going to chew you out, but I can’t blame you for . . .” She glanced at Jamie and his apron and then raised her eyebrows.
“If I promise we’ll get dressed and be right over, will you leave?” I begged.
“Even I’m not that cruel.” She snorted. “I’ll see you when I see you. Only this time maybe you should wear clothing.”
Her laughter rang out as she left the cabin.
“Did that just happen?” Jamie asked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“This has been the strangest summer.” Jamie shook his head and dropped the apron on the counter. “I’m going to shower and get dressed.”
He walked down the hall and I sat down in the chair. My erection had died a painful death. I was still sitting in the kitchen when Jamie returned smelling of soap and looking like he’d stepped off the pages of a surfer magazine.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m not sure?”
“Get dressed. I’ll meet you at Carrie’s.”
He patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, okay.”
As he was leaving, he turned around and stared at me. “I love you.”
The door slammed and I was left sitting in the kitchen with my hair sticking up in all directions and a dopey look on my face. When the words finally registered, I knocked over the chair and dashed outside.
“Jamie,” I shouted.
He turned and smiled at me.
“Are you crazy? You can’t just”— I waved my arms frantically— “say that and walk away. You said you didn’t do love.”
A gentle breeze ruffled his hair and the clouds parted, allowing the sun to stream down on him. He stole my breath, which meant my brain was oxygen deprived.
“Come on, Kellen. Close the deal,” Carrie shouted from her deck.
“Kiss him,” Barbie yelled.
“Or more,” Carrie added.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Must we always have an audience?”
Jamie snorted. “We can go eat a quick breakfast with them, then continue our conversation.”
“Give me five minutes.”
I raced inside and got dressed. Jamie was still waiting when I came outside, and I let him steer me over to Carrie’s deck where we were served cinnamon rolls along with a question-and-answer game that lasted forty-five minutes and embarrassed the hell out of me.
Stef showed up just as we were leaving to say goodbye. She hugged Carrie and Barbie.
“Don’t be a stranger,” Carrie said.
“Definitely not,” Stef said and winked at Carrie. “I need the final wrap-up of the saga at Peyton Place, because Kellen will leave something out.”
“That’s a wonderful name.” Barbie laughed. “It’s actually turned out to be a good summer. After Glen died, I didn’t know what to expect. You’ve all made my life fun again.”
“That’s what friends do,” Carrie said as she dabbed at her eyes. “Now Stef, get out of here before you say something to make me blubber all over the place.”
Stef shook her head and quickly gave Carrie and Barbie hugs, then grabbed my hand, squeezing tightly, as we walked toward her car. “I better get going.” She kissed my cheek. “Promise me you’ll really talk to Jamie.”
“I will.”
“And then I want you to call me and tell me everything.” She leaned close to me. “And when I say everything, I mean everything.”
“I need new friends,” I mumbled.
She turned on Jamie next and when he finally closed her car door, his face was bright red.
“The woman has no shame,” Jamie said.
We watched her drive away, making sure she was really gone before we made our way down to the dock.
“Put your sunscreen on,” Carrie shouted from her deck.
“Maybe we should go inside,” Jamie said.
The moment we stood and headed up the hill, Carrie and Barbie filled our ears with boos.
As soon as we stepped inside, Jamie’s phone vibrated.
“Carrie expects us for dinner. And if needed, she’ll provide extra cushions for our chairs.”
“Oh my god, why?”
“I think it’s funny,” Jamie said as he typed furiously.
I didn’t want to know what he was texting back.
“From the look on her face, I say we aren’t the only people getting some action.”
“Please don’t talk about Mrs. Jorgenson having sex. It will kill my erection for days.”
Jamie chuckled and pushed me down the hall before slamming me against the wall and stroking my dick. “Seems like it still works.”
I sucked in a breath as he settled his mouth against mine. Things heated up quickly and I worried that someone was going to interrupt us again.
We made it halfway to his bedroom when he pinned me against the wall.
“I’m not going to make it, Kellen,” he said, eyes blazing.
“Here. Here is good,” I panted, reaching for the waistband of his shorts. He batted my hand away and yanked my shorts down. The fabric dragged over my hard dick, making me hiss and thrust my hips forward. Jamie dropped to his knees, and my eyes crossed the moment his tongue touched me.
“Oh, Christ. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t ever stop.”
He shook his head, and he looked up at me, eyes bright blue and holding me captive as he wrapped his lips around my dick. I wanted to sob with relief because this was all my dreams coming true. Jamie was here for me. This time I was the guy who he chose, and fuck, I hoped he meant he wanted me for a long time. It was way too much for my brain to process, so I turned my thoughts off and focused on him.
I watched as his blond hair swayed with the rhythm he set. I grunted a warning and tried to pull him off, but he shoved his forearm against my hips, holding me in place. My balls tightened, and I held my breath, fighting to prolong the sensation for a little longer.
“I’m gonna come,” I grunted. “Oh fuck, Jamie.”
My orgasm sped through me like a rocket blasting off. I was surprised Jamie managed to keep me from slamming my dick down his throat. He swallowed and choked a bit before he finally released his hold on me. He laid his cheek against my thigh, and I slumped over his back, panting his name over and over.
“Holy hell,” I murmured as Jamie pressed another kiss to my thigh. I sank to the ground and banged my head against the wall. “Best blowjob ever.”
“Think you can one-up me,” Jamie asked as he settled next to me. He smiled slyly and nuzzled my s
ensitive dick. I grunted as his erection pressed against my shin. “You up for the challenge?”
He was practically vibrating with excitement, but I wanted to toy with him for a few seconds.
“I don’t know, Jamie, you were pretty good. I don’t think I could one-up that performance. I think I’ll just pronounce you the winner.”
He whined and pressed the heel of his hand into his dick. “Kell, please, help a guy out here. I’m your boyfriend.”
The word boyfriend sent me into a fit of laughter. He scowled at me.
“You’re just using that word to get my lips around your dick.”
He arched an eyebrow at me. “I don’t think I am,” he whispered.
I dragged my hand up his leg and grazed his erection. He moaned.
“Oh, all right, big baby,” I whispered against his cheek. I could feel him smiling again, and it made my heart soar.
This time he didn’t knock my hand away when I tugged at his waistband and pulled his dick out.
“Maybe you could fuck me instead. You did promise.”
“Fuck,” he muttered and stared.
“I’d prefer it in a bed though.” I shimmied down his legs and took a quick taste, making him shudder and cry out as he bucked his hips searching for more. I did it again, and he rewarded me with a shout.
“Kell, so help me, if you keep this up . . .” I didn’t let him finish his sentence as I dove down on his erection, taking as much in as I could. He grunted, and I was treated to his fists clenching and his head banging against the wall. His cheeks were flushed, and he was holding his breath. He was close, but I didn’t want him to come quite yet, so I pulled off and watched his eyes snap open. I squeezed his dick, nuzzling against the head, darting my tongue out, running it around the crown. Jamie thrashed, so I held him still by shoving my arm over his hips.
“Kellen.” He grabbed hold of my hair, twisting the strands around his fingers. “I can’t wait anymore.”
I grinned and hollowed out my cheeks, sucking hard. He let loose a bunch of garbled words. All I understood was fuck and Kellen. It was nice to hear my name fall from his lips as he came in my mouth. I pulled off, letting some of his come drip down my chin. He gave me a lazy smile and wiped it off with his finger.