Page 113 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Je…sus,” Devan gasped.
The pressure and burn stopped Jonty breathing for a long moment. The discomfort morphed to pleasure so quickly it was hard to convince himself it had ever hurt.
“Okay?” Devan grunted.
“Let me just finish praying for world peace.”
Devan shot him one of his looks, slid his hands further under Jonty’s thighs and supported him as he started to move, shunting his cock in and out, hitting his prostate everyperfecttime. Jonty felt like a plane accelerating down a runway, not that he’d ever been in a plane but… The quickening stream of pleasure was so intense that his world disappeared for a moment. All he was aware of was this. Andthiswas getting better and better.
“Oh fuck, fuck.” Devan groaned as he pulled back, moaned as he pushed forward.
Jonty squeezed around Devan’s cock and his reward was a wild look in Devan’s eyes and a grip on his arse that was tight enough to leave bruises. Jonty did his best to sink down into Devan’s up thrust as Devan began to move faster, his heavy panting mingling with Jonty’s gasps and cries. Fast, hard, dirty and beautiful. Jonty came in a shower of sparks.I can’t believe I came again!Devan rammed into him hard, then shuddered, groaning as he filled the condom. Jonty clutched him tightly and Devan rested his head alongside Jonty’s, his breath juddering into Jonty’s ear.
As Jonty finally slid his legs to the floor, Devan pulled out of him and grabbed the condom before it could fall off. He knotted and dropped it, then pressed his forearms against the wall either side of Jonty’s head.
He stared at Jonty as if he were the most amazing thing he’d ever seen, his gaze moving over Jonty’s face before settling on his mouth. One gentle kiss almost undid Jonty.
Devan lifted his head and smiled. “What to say after a fuck like that?”
“Are you certain we’re in the right house and the occupants aren’t hiding upstairs, freaked out?”
Devan laughed. “Tell me you’re not still fretting about sexual compatibility.”
“An ongoing concern. I think we need to keep trying until it’s clear one way or the other.”
Devan smiled and took his hand. “Let’s find the shower.”
“But that will throw us right off schedule. We’re supposed to empty the car and I’ve got wet clothes and shoes in a plastic bag.”
“Shower,” Devan repeated. “Everything else can wait. The rental agency better be right about the water being hot on demand.”
JONTY HAD NEVER BEEN TAKENcare of like this before. He’d once showered with a guy who’d fucked him, but he hadn’t looked at or touched him like this. Jonty leaned against Devan as he caressed him with soapy hands. For once, Jonty didn’t want to say anything, he just wanted to feel. Devan cleaned every part of him, every inch of his skin, then brought him off with his hand while he kissed him, Jonty shaking in his arms, wanting to dissolve into him.
“Three times,” Jonty gasped. “Bloody hell.”
“We need an even number.”
“Eight then. I like that number.”
Devan chuckled.
But even as Jonty fell deeper into lust, doubt crept in.
What if Hamish wouldn’t sell the hotel?
What would happen when the month was up?
How was he going to earn a living?
Where would he live?
Devan already knew he didn’t want to leave Northumberland. Did he think that finding his mother living happily in London might make him change his mind? There was no surety that his father would know where she was. Plus Jonty and Devan were worlds apart in so many ways, no matter how much Jonty might want to convince himself otherwise. Devan was wealthy, Jonty was not. That might turn into an issue.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
It’s not going to.
Maybe you’re wrong.
