Page 100 of Two for Holding
“So every time”—Jax pressed a kiss to Tom’s sternum—“you feel the fabric whisper over your skin, you’ll remember”—another kiss to Tom’s stomach—“it was me who gave it to you”—a kiss to the swell of Tom’s cock—“me who made you feel good.”
Tom managed a shaky inhale.“Oh.”
“Uh-huh.”Jax propped his chin on one of Tom’s thighs.“Pass me the lube?”
When he pulled it out and tossed it onto the bed, Tom found Jax staring at him hungrily.“Your body…Tom, it’s… Ijustcame, and I want you so much.”
Shivering a little at the earnest desire in Jax’s tone, Tom said, “You once told me you didn’t fuck hockey players.So, I thought you wouldn’t want me.”
Jax laughed.He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers.“I said that because before you, I didn’tknowany queer hockey players.”
“Oh.”
“But also—” Jax kissed Tom’s hipbone.“I have a thing about guys who dress pretty and let me take care of them.”
Tom laughed a little breathlessly.Jax had gotten his finger into him up to the first knuckle.“One out of two…one out of two isn’t bad.”
“Baby.”Jax kissed the other hipbone.“You like the sweater?”He nodded to the soft, luxurious cream fabric on the floor.“That’s only the start.”He pushed his finger in farther and crooked it up.
Tom gasped, knees splaying wider.
“Thought about silk sheets for your massive bed, too,” Jax continued, voice heated.“So I can watch the fabric slide over your naked body.But they’re too slippery, and I know you like it when I hold you down and fuck you.”
Tom could only whine in agreement.
“So, I’m gonna go cotton, maybe bamboo, something with an even higher thread count than you have now.But ties, we can definitely do silk ties.You can slip them through your fingers when you’re doing interviews, remember who gave them to you.”
Two fingers slid inside Tom now, pushing and prodding against his prostate.Jax wasn’t so much fucking Tom with them as he was massaging, slowly and gently.
“And toiletries.Tom, there’s a whole world out there.”
How could anyone sound so smooth and seductive talking about toiletries of all things?
“I’m gonna get you a decent shampoo,” Jax continued, “and some bubble bath, and then I’ll sit you down in your massive bathtub and wash your hair for you.”
That sounded…unbearably intimate.
Tom shivered all over.
“Mm, and there’s lotions to think of as well.I could lay you out one night and rub down every inch of your skin till it’s all soft and smooth.”
“I…” Tom tried to protest.
“Hmm, what is it, baby?”Jax paused his fingers’ assault.
“What would I be doing for you?”
Jax grinned.“Remember when you let me rim you till I was so turned on I nearly cried?”
“Yeah.”
“That.”
“Oh—” Tom didn’t ever get to the “kay” part of the word.With no warning, Jax fit his mouth around the head of Tom’s cock and sucked hard as he continued to massage Tom’s prostate, and Tom lost the ability to form words.
He dropped his head fall back into the pillows and let his body just feel.
Pleasure unlike anything he’d ever done to himself, unlike anything Jax had done to him before, overtook him, direct and intense but unhurried.Instead, the prolonged assault on the most sensitive parts of him made him clench and squirm away, not because it felt bad but because it was so, so much.
