Page 99 of Two for Holding
“Alone at last,” Jax said with a crooked smile.“I didn’t dream earlier, did I?”
Tom wrapped his arms around Jax’s waist and rested his chin over Jax’s shoulder.With no hesitation, Jax melted into his hold and wrapped his own arms around Tom in return.
“God, I missed you,” Jax told him.
Tom kissed the patch of skin behind Jax’s ear.“I missed you too.”
Then, he pushed Jax against the wall and slid down his body.
“Hey, hey, what?”Jax protested weakly.“You got the hat trick.I should be—”
“My hat trick, my choice of blow job.”Tom unbuttoned and unzipped Jax’s pants and rested his forehead against Jax’s bare hip.He smelled of his expensive shower products and a little of the sweaty, gross locker room.That was what dating a hockey player meant.Lots of locker room stench.The familiarity comforted Tom.
It didn’t take long to get Jax hard.And he remained gratifyingly vocal about everything, gasping and sighing and moaning when Tom so much as breathed on his cock.He knew he couldn’t be very good at this as, all told, it was only the third time he’d given a blow job.But from the way Jax reacted, he felt like the sexiest person alive.
“God, Tom,” Jax groaned when Tom took him down as far as he could (about halfway).“Just like that.Oh God, please.”
Tom sucked and used his tongue.When it got to be too much for his jaw, he pulled off and used his hand.He kept the head in his mouth, drawing circles around the bottom with his tongue.Under his hands, Jax’s hips shook.
“You can move if you want,” Tom said, pulling off for a second.
Jax’s hand clenched tight on his shoulder.“I can’t—we can’t—”
“If I hold you this way…” Tom squeezed his fist around the base of Jax’s cock.Above him, Jax made a noise as if all the air had been punched out of his lungs.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.”
It wasn’t clean or elegant.Within moments, Tom began drooling, spit slicking down around his hand.He couldn’t do much more than remain still, mouth open and tongue ready for Jax to push forward.He wasn’tgivinga blow job; he was letting Jax use his mouth.It felt filthy.It felt fantastic.
Distantly, Tom became aware he was hard and throbbing in his pants.His jaw ached, his knees ached, and spit wet his face and hand.Jax’s rhythm had gone haywire, all fast, jerky motions.
“Yes,” he gasped out.“Yes, yes, keep—Tom!”
He came on the stroke inward, shooting almost to the back of Tom’s throat.Tom struggled to swallow, drops leaking out of the corners of his mouth.
When Jax pulled out, he licked up the rest.
Jax whimpered.
“What?I didn’t want to get any on the sweater.”
Tom rocked onto his heels, intending to get up slowly.He didn’t expect to be dragged up by the armpits and then unceremoniously shoved toward the bedroom.
“Off,” Jax ordered, tugging at the sweater.
“Careful!”Tom said.Jax had spent so much money on it.On him.
Jax glared at him.“Take your clothes off, Tom.I am going to wreck you, and if you’re not naked in two minutes, I’ll do it with you fully clothed.”
Cheeks a dull red, Tom fumbled the buttons on his dress shirt, shaking a little.Jax wrapped them in his own hands for a second and then took over.
“Someday, I’ll buy you a silk shirt.”
That sounded impractical.
“Yeah, silk.I’m thinking mother-of-pearl buttons.They’d look so perfect with your skin tone.”With Tom now naked, Jax pushed him down onto the bed.
“Why?”
