Page 110 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Are you okay?” Devan switched off the engine.
Jonty unclicked his seatbelt, leaned over and pressed his lips to Devan’s.
“Wha—?” Devan managed before Jonty wrapped his arms around him and almost climbed into his lap.
Their tongues tangled and Jonty sucked on Devan’s as he fought the steering wheel and the constricted space to get as close to Devan as he could. It had to mean something, not just the kiss, but…being with Devan. If all he’d get was a month, it would break him, but he had to hope it would be more. Devan had talked about a job, but if the deal didn’t go through, what then?
Stop thinking. Just kiss him. Make him want you more than he wants to breathe.
But Devan pushed him away, gently, but it was still a push. “Jesus, Jonty. Can’t you wait?”
I’ve waited all my life for one thing or another. I want you inside me.But he moved back onto his seat and pressed his hand against his aching cock, trying to relieve the pressure.
Devan stared at Jonty’s lap, then looked into his face. “If we didn’t have all your gear on the back seat… If it wasn’t still light enough to be seen by anyone driving past… If there wasn’t a chance a farmer could suddenly appear in his tractor… Or that aliens might get an eyeful…”
Jonty laughed. “You worry too much.”
“I know.” The way Devan looked at him then, made Jonty shudder. “I think too much as well. My life is risk assessment. What I’m thinking about doing to you requires us to be somewhere we won’t be interrupted.” He released a shaky breath. “Now, if you don’t need to piss or throw up?”
Jonty shook his head and Devan started up and pulled back onto the road.
Ten minutes later, they were turning off the road onto a gravelled lane, made another left at a T-junction and finally they pulled up in front of Sunshine Cottage, a pretty white house with blue shutters. The house nestled in a gap in the dunes like some exotic white bird.
“We better check to make sure it’s okay,” Devan said.
“What are we going to do if it’s not?” Jonty’s voice was croaky.
“Go back to McAllister’s or find another hotel.”
God, no. I can’t wait.
“I can’t either,” Devan said.
Jonty laughed. “Did I say that out loud or are you reading my mind.”
Devan grinned.
“It looks lovely.” Jonty got out of the car. “Unless there’s a dead body in the shower, it’ll be fine.”
He could barely believe how expensive it was, yet Devan hadn’t flinched when he’d handed over his card. Jonty had paid for the groceries despite Devan protesting, but Jonty wanted to at least pay part of his share. Devan headed for the door with the key in his hand. Jonty could hear the sea, and knowing it was a stone’s throw away made his heart leap in excitement. Well, it was either that or thinking about what was to come.
Devan fumbled with the key and dropped it. Maybe Jonty wasn’t the only one who was nervous. He’d talked too much, made this into too big a deal. It was just sex. It didn’t have to be perfect. It was definitely going to be a lot better than the last time Jonty had been fucked.Don’t think about Brad.All that needed to happen was that they both came. And still he felt his big mouth opening.
“We should have checked to see if we’re sexually compatible before we moved in together.”
Devan chuckled. “You like cock. So do I. I think we’re fine.”
“Do you always top?” Jonty whispered.
Devan hesitated. “Usually, but not always.”
“I’ll tick that off the list then.” Not that Jonty had actually topped anyone but…
Devan pushed open the door. “After you.”
As Jonty stepped into the house, Devan slammed the door behind him. He thrust Jonty against the wall and leaned into him, his hard cock pressing into Jonty’s arse. Jonty could feel him panting against his neck, feel the groan surging up Devan’s chest. Then Jonty was spun round and Devan kissed him so hard that Jonty’s knees gave way. Not that he’d have fallen, because he was pinned in place by a long hard body. Devan slid his fingers to the back of Jonty’s neck and held him tight as he kissed him.
Kiss him back!
