He kept his eyes closed, riding down on the finger that stroked him slow and easy. Josh praised him for taking it so well, adding a second finger much quicker than he usually would. James gasped and drove his hips down on them deep. Josh chuckled against his inner thigh and he opened his eyes to find Josh staring at where his fingers were. James’ face went hot, and he was feeling almost too vulnerable as Josh stared with great hunger. “Josh,” he whined, not even sure what he intended to say.
“Shh-h, I got you, Daddy. Let me just take care of you.” Josh’s words were almost too much. James felt like an exposed nerve.
Josh took him back into his mouth as he added a third slick finger. He stroked deep, caressing the bundle of nerves that needed it as he sucked hard, relentlessly on James’ cock. It was overwhelming. So many things to feel all at once, and Daddy rolling around in his head was more than he could handle. He wanted to touch Josh, wanted to run his fingers through that blond hair, wanted to yank it and fuck Josh’s face like he liked to do. He writhed beneath the man as Josh began to truly finger-fuck him, hard and rough. He didn’t care about the sounds he made, the incoherent words he knew he was babbling. He only cared about the man between his thighs and the heat building in his stomach as his balls began to tighten. If Josh would just stroke that…oh fuck, oh yes, right…fuck.
He hadn’t meant to go off without warning or permission, hadn’t meant to lose his mind. But Josh had pulled him over the edge so quickly and effortlessly that James lost control. He saw stars as he all but blacked out from the pleasure, coming hard and fast down Josh’s hungry throat. He felt weightless, boneless and questioned his mortality as he finally stopped yanking on the ties and writhing against the man who was cleaning him up with his tongue. He was oversensitive, overstimulated and in need of a reprieve. He shuddered with the licks, his heart still racing as he let out a shaky moan.
Eyes still closed, he could hear Josh’s praise. “So good, Jamie. Look at you, so beautiful, wrecked like this for me,” and, “You came so hard. So fuckin’ good. I’ve missed tasting you.” It was so filthy and so beautiful, and James didn’t know what to do besides smile faintly as he forced his eyes to open.
Josh untied him and grabbed a bottle of water, urging James to drink. He gulped hungrily as soon as his wrists were free, as Josh discarded the ripped garment. It was surreal as he worked to focus again, and the first thing he saw when he did was Josh’s own erection, protruding proudly from the boxer briefs. His face fell.
“You didn’t…” he acknowledged. Josh glanced down then back up with a gentle grin.
“This isn’t about me, James. It’s about you,” he replied, kneeling beside James on the bed. “I’ll be fine.”
“But I want you to. It’s…important to me.” He stumbled over the last part because it came flying out of his mouth. He hoped Josh just thought it was post-orgasm slurring. Josh was certainly capable of making him do that.
James wasn’t ready for Josh to know just how important it was for him to get pleasure from all this too.
“Jamie, I really don’t—”
“Come on me,” James blurted again, because apparently he had no self-control. He tossed the bottle away and leaned back on his elbows. “Come on my chest, Josh. Let me watch you.”
Josh, surprisingly, looked unsure as he stared down at James. “Are you sure you want that?”
“More than anything, Josh. Come for Daddy.” His face was so hot as he heard himself saying the words, surprised by how the kink had suddenly blossomed between them once more. “It’s not a suggestion. It’s a request.”
He watched the expressions cross Josh’s face—surprise, arousal, acceptance—and something else he couldn’t place. Those blue eyes hooded, he nodded and pushed the boxer briefs down to mid-thigh, shuddering as he wrapped a hand around himself.
The view was magnificent. Those lines that ran down his hips to frame his cock… His abdomen tight with the need for release… The dusting of hair and the freckles that lingered from the sun… He was utterly gorgeous as he began to stroke himself. He bit back a moan, but James wouldn’t have that. He was getting every ounce of the show he’d asked for.
“Let me hear you, pretty boy,” James urged, his gaze dancing from Josh’s face to his cock and back. He tried to memorize how Josh touched himself, the way his pointer finger was loose, how his thumb rubbed across the head on every upstroke. It was mesmerizing. “You gonna come on me? Make a mess of me?”
It felt filthy and yet completely natural as he spoke to Josh this way, and he ignored it. All he wanted was to watch Josh’s face as he let go. And he was close, his hands shaking, his free hand slipping up to ghost over his own pecs, tweaking a nipple and squeezing it hard. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come on. Come for Daddy.”
Josh broke and James watched it happen. It was beautiful. He cried out and shuddered, his hand stuttering before he spilled all over James’ chest. It was a lot, more than he’d thought he’d see, and he couldn’t get enough of the view. Josh threw his head back, his eyes closed as he moaned James’ name over and over again. An ‘Oh, Daddy’ slipped out in a gasp and James’ cock twitched. It was too tired for now, but James would have this man fuck him before he left in the morning. It had to happen.
Josh rocked back on his heels, releasing himself as he panted. He was shiny with sweat in the dim light, and James wished he could reach the camera to take a picture of this glorious aftermath. Josh was wrecked. James wanted to make this a usual thing. It was too beautiful to never see again.
Looking down at his chest, he swiped up a dab of the cum that was all over him. Curious, he stuck his thumb in his mouth. He couldn’t help the groan. Salty, masculine. He tasted just like he would have expected Josh to taste. He looked up to find Josh watching him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open slightly. James shrugged, another blush covering his cheeks. “I wanted to know how it tasted.”
“I just… Fuckin’ hot, sir,” Josh stumbled out and James laughed a little.
“Kiss me then clean me up,” James replied, adding a playfulness to his tone that came easily. Josh blushed and smiled before leaning down and kissing James so sweetly that James almost forgot they couldn’t go again. A few more slow pecks and Josh was adjusting his boxer briefs and slipping off for a towel. James lay back, relaxing into the pillows as Josh returned with a hot towel to clean him up. He tossed it into the hamper and reached for his pants. “Get over here, Roberts.” James wasn’t letting this man leave. Absolutely not.
Josh blushed again and dropped them, heading for the bed. “Yeah, James?”
“You’re staying,” James replied. “I mean, if you can,” he added, hoping he could and not wanting to be pushy.
“Oh, sure I can. I just didn’t want to assume…”
“If you come over, you stay. Okay?” James added quietly as he sat up to grab the comforter he’d thrown off earlier. Josh helped him adjust the soft blanket.
“Yes, sir,” he replied as he slipped onto the same side of the bed he’d slept on in Jamaica. James wondered if that was how he slept in his own bed. The thought was strange. He pushed it away.
They curled up around each other like they’d grown used to. Josh’s head found James’ chest and they tangled their long legs together. It was comfortable and familiar. James could feel sleep begging for him already. “Breakfast in the morning,” he mumbled, squeezing Josh. “Please stay.”
“I’d love to,” Josh replied immediately, and James grinned as he drifted off. Finally, a good night’s sleep was chasing him. He’d needed this. He’d needed Josh.
Once again, a thought he pushed to the back and a reminder that Italy was only a week away. Then he’d have Josh all to himself for two straight weeks.
Yes.
* * * *
Josh wasn’t sure what time it was when he finally woke in the morning. Gray morning light filtered through the curtains and he briefly wondered if the snow had started. It didn’t matter to him if it snowed a day earl
y. He had nowhere to be. And he wondered briefly if maybe that meant James would be around an extra day. Maybe we can spend another night together.
It was becoming a bad habit, thinking about James like that, but Josh couldn’t help it. James was sliding into his everyday thoughts far easier and more frequently than he should be.
Last night hadn’t helped. Their evening had been nothing short of amazing in Josh’s opinion. He was still floored by the fact that James had asked him to get off and to come all over him. He shivered as he thought about it.
Then there was the middle-of-the-night sex. He’d woken to James stroking him, slowly coaxing his cock to life. He’d been confused at first, the press of soft lips to his neck, the hand on his length insistent. But then James had murmured his name and arousal and need had slammed into him like a runaway train. They’d rolled together until James’ back was to his chest on their sides, and with a little prep, Josh had slipped a condom on and pressed into James, fucking him long and slow from behind. They had lain together, their legs tangled, Josh’s arms around James as they moved languidly against one another, heat building between them. It had been quiet and sensual, far more than Josh ever did with his clients. James was proving to be a whole other adventure entirely—one Josh needed to keep exploring.
He rolled to his back and blinked, slowly waking more. The bed was so warm and welcoming, but the smell of coffee and bacon was alluring. He heard the shower running, briefly wondering if maybe they could have another round. Those thoughts came to a skidding halt as the door swung open and James’ butler, Maggie, stood on the other side, carrying a pile of fresh towels. Josh had pushed up on his elbows and they locked eyes, a knowing smile growing on her face.
“Forgive me, Mr. Roberts. I just wanted to drop these off for you and Mr. Barnwell. Straight out of the dryer. Still warm.” She threw him a wink as she set them down outside the door. “I guess you didn’t hear me knocking. I didn’t mean to startle you. Get back to your sleep, and don’t worry about me.” She threw him another grin and wink before pulling the door shut again. His heart racing, he flopped back down on the bed and pulled the comforter up. Having a butler would take some getting used to, he mused.
Except he’d never have to get used to it because he’d never have a butler. Don’t get carried away, Roberts, he scolded himself before rushing the thoughts away as the shower shut off and his interest piqued.
James emerged moments later with a towel wrapped around his waist. Josh had spent seven days in a suite with the man, but seeing him in a towel in his own home was a bit unnerving.
He noticed Josh immediately, slowing his gait as he headed for his large walk-in closet. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, making Josh’s cheeks heat. “Sleep well?”
Josh pushed himself up to sit, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry I slept so late. You could have woken me. I would have—”
James raised his hand and turned, heading back toward the bed. “Shh-h. None of that. I asked you to stay for breakfast, remember? I was just teasing you.” When James reached him, he ran his hands through Josh’s bedhead and pressed a kiss to his forehead. It was intimate and made Josh suck in a breath. James continued without missing a beat. But Josh did suddenly feel better about sleeping in. “I made pancakes, bacon and sausage—and coffee, of course,” he carried on as he went into his closet to dress.
That will be quite a breakfast, Josh mused silently as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. “I’m starving. That sounds amazing. Someone really made me work up an appetite,” he threw back toward James, glancing over his shoulder to see the man naked in his closet, pausing as he grabbed a pair of jeans. His chuckle carried.
“I may or may not have had to sneak a few bites earlier for the same reason.”
Josh let that wash over him, the warmth of knowing what he had done to James. He smiled and stood, finding his bag for a change of clothes he always packed, just in case. “Um…Maggie dropped off extra towels. I guess I didn’t hear her knocking and she just opened the door.” He straightened up, clothes in hand as James pulled a shirt over his head, his expression gentle and apologetic.
“I’m sorry she saw you. I promise she has the utmost discretion.” He made quick strides toward Josh again, looking abnormally casual in a gray long-sleeved button-down and jeans with socked feet. “She doesn’t know who you are or anything like that—just that I had you over. Hopefully, that helps?” He gave a lopsided grin that Josh found completely charming.
“Oh, it’s fine,” Josh assured him, not worried about all that and more about the fact that James had had him to bed. James didn’t seem worried, and Josh tried to ignore the pit that stirred in his stomach. Did he have people over often enough that Maggie just ignored them? “I just wanted you to know it had happened.”
“She’s probably just happy to see I had someone here.” James let his eyes roam Josh and a flush extended into his chest. “You’re not the worst thing to see in my bed, by any means.” James ducked his head and pressed a kiss to Josh’s jugular, and Josh briefly wondered if James could feel how quickly his pulse was racing.
And he supposed that answered his worries about there being a lot of people coming through this bedroom. He shouldn’t have been relieved by that, but…he was.
“Go ahead and shower if you want.” James ran his hand up Josh’s thigh to his lower back, settling a firm grip there. Josh felt like a mess in front of this well-put-together man. “I’ll be downstairs waiting for you, and we’ll figure out all the Italy details before I get Paul to take you home. I’ve got a few conference calls, or I’d keep you here all day.” The last sentence was suggestive, and it made Josh’s stomach flip again of its own accord.
“S-sure thing. I’ll be down in just a few minutes,” Josh began, his body already responding to the touch.
“Take your time, handsome. I’m not rushing you. Enjoy the shower.” James dragged his lips over Josh’s cheek one more time before heading out of the bedroom with one last smile.
As soon as he was gone, Josh had to close his eyes with a deep breath to find some self-control and balance. He had to rein himself in or this was going to get out of hand—and fast.
And if it already had? Well, he was going to prove Nadia and Andrew wrong and deny it for as long as humanly possible. Maybe forever.
If he could hold it together that long.
Chapter Five
One thing Josh hadn’t even thought about was the press. Jamaica had been quiet, no pictures had been taken and James had never done any interviews. Landing in Italy was completely different. He would have appreciated a slight heads-up. Several people were waiting to catch a glimpse of them as they deplaned at the small airport and slipped into a car, though James seemed unfazed. He never let go of Josh’s hand. For that, he was grateful.
Apparently, James was well-known there and the Italians seemed to love him, Josh realized as he watched James pose with two young women, the last of several. He couldn’t blame them at all. James was sweet and handsome, and why wouldn’t they want their picture taken with him? He just hadn’t expected any of it.
A quick text to Nadia and Andrew as he waited with security by a private elevator got him an answer.
He does a lot of charity events over there, Google tells me. And a lot more magazine features. Read this article.
She’d sent the link for a Spanish version of Architectural Digest. James was on the front, standing before a resort Josh had yet to see, beardless and looking suave as ever. Josh made a mental note to translate the article with an app later.
Andrew chimed too.
Damn, your boy has dated some hot ladies.
Apparently that was what Google was telling him.
Nadia sent back several eye-rolling emojis as Josh pocketed his phone when James approached. He didn’t need him finding out he was doing a little research.
“Sorry about that.” James grinned as one of his security team members gestured for the sta
irs up to the lobby. Josh shrugged easily, smiling back.
“No problem… Can’t blame them, really.” The pit in his stomach was still there, but he mashed it down, adding, “I wouldn’t mind a picture with you myself,” in a teasing tone. James’ grin grew.
“I’m sure we can easily make that happen.” The man winked and Josh’s stomach tightened in a different way.
“I sure hope so.”
They’d flown in together, this time leaving New York on Singapore Air. They’d had a small suite for just the two of them, keeping up the relationship facade. It wasn’t difficult at all, because midflight, James had slipped himself onto Josh’s lap and kissed him like a starved man. Josh hadn’t complained. His thoughts were consumed by this man far more than he’d like to admit. He went into these adventures now without expectation—but James always surprised him in the best ways.
They hadn’t had sex on the flight. Well…not entirely. Josh may or may not have coaxed them both to orgasm by stroking them together on his lap, their cocks rubbing deliciously in his fist. Luckily, they’d both packed a change of clothes and no one seemed to care or question it. And Josh considered himself a new member of the mile-high club.
If this business relationship were only ever just that, which Josh was sure it would be, he was becoming a world traveler in every way, thanks to it—and wealthy. But that was something he chose to overlook, because when he thought about the money? Well, it put a damper on the high mood James gave him.
If he wished, deep in the dead of night when he was alone, that there was no money involved and James just took him along because he wanted him there? Well, no one had to know about that.
The resort was unlike anything Josh had ever seen. He had felt that way about Jamaica too, but this was something else entirely. As James approached the desk and said hello to the manager, Josh stared out of the windows overlooking the Italian resort. Il Lusso Invernale was located in the heart of Puglia, Italy. Josh could see so much of the town and the olive groves, and with a slight turn he could see the Adriatic Sea. It was breathtaking. He already loved it more than Jamaica, and that was saying something, because Josh had loved Jamaica.
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