THE FRONT DOOR slammed open, and I glanced over my shoulder to see East marching inside the foyer to toss his wallet and rosary down on the table. A scowl twisted his regal features into a pinched expression as he scanned the dark living room, searching me out.
“You took the fucking limo?”
I’d been expecting this, had known the second I demanded JT get in the back of the limo tonight that I’d incur East’s wrath. But had it been worth it? Totally.
“I did.”
East pointed at me. “Fuck you.” He walked into the kitchen, and I got to my feet to follow. The fact that this was the second person I’d managed to piss off tonight—well, third if I counted Blake—was not lost on me. I was on a roll. But there was no way in hell I was about to suck East’s dick to make shit better. Lucky for me, I had something he might like even more—gossip.
“What’s the matter? You have to stand on the curb like regular folk waiting for a cab?”
East opened the freezer and pulled out a bottle of vodka, then leveled me with a look that would kill most men. To me, it just felt like a warm hug.
“I don’t wait for anyone. We sent Gavin out there instead.”
I scoffed as he poured a finger of vodka into an icy tumbler then looked to me.
“I’ll pass. But if you’re over this little shit fit of yours, I’ve got some news that might cheer you up.”
East’s eyes narrowed a fraction, his fingers pausing on the screw cap of the alcohol. “I’m intrigued.”
“Thought you might be.” I gestured to the vodka. “Put that away and come sit.”
East joined me a few seconds later, the irritation from when he arrived gone as he propped his feet up on the coffee table and we stared out at the glittering city that was our playground.
Manhattan. We’d been born and raised here a couple months apart, and while East liked to lord over me the fact he was older and therefore wiser, I knew the day would come when the tables turned and I would have the advantage.
Maybe around the time he started to have a mid-life crisis. Though East felt like he was in a constant state of life crises, so how I would tell the difference, I wasn’t quite sure.
“So this news,” East said, cradling his glass in his lap. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain dean’s son, would it?”
My lips crooked as I stared out at the Chrysler Building, something that suddenly reminded me of JT and kissing him on the roof.
“Why would you say that?”
“Because when you and the limo disappeared, so did he.”
I turned back in East’s direction. “Maybe.”
“Maybe my ass.”
“No, it definitely wasn’t your ass he was squeezing as he kissed my brains out. But it was mine…”
“Un-fucking-believable.” East shook his head, then took a sip of his drink.
“Oh, that isn’t even the best part.”
“If you tell me Golden Boy let you fuck him in the back of the limo, I’m going to throw myself off the roof.”
I was tempted, so very tempted, to mess with East’s head. But I didn’t need to lie to win this bet, not when I knew I’d be able to win for real. It was only a matter of time.
“That won’t be necessary. But let’s just say things are…coming along very well.”
He arched a brow. “No way.”
“Actually, all the way—down my throat. Kind of why I don’t want a drink.” I got to my feet. “I’m rather enjoying this sweet taste of victory on my tongue.”
“You know, you’re not half as good looking when you’re—”
“Winning our bet?” I walked behind East and leaned down to say by his ear, “Fuel up that private jet. I’m going to need it real soon.”
East said nothing as he flipped me off and downed the rest of his drink. I chuckled and headed for my room.
I shut the door, and as soon as I was alone, I closed my eyes and leaned back against it. I wasn’t sure why, but my stomach suddenly felt a little off, all twisted and uncomfortable.
Thank God I hadn’t said yes to a drink. Maybe this was my body’s way of giving me a heads-up to give it a rest. I thought I’d recovered from Friday night, but clearly I needed a little longer.
I washed up in the en suite and stripped out of my clothes, ready to fall in bed and hopefully asleep. But an hour later I found myself staring at the ceiling wide awake.
Damn it. There was nothing I hated more than when I couldn’t sleep. I’d tried everything, from counting back from one hundred, turning on the white noise app on my phone, to getting up and doing a couple sets of push-ups, and still sleep eluded me.
The one saving grace? My stomach seemed to have settled.
I climbed back into bed and shifted under my covers. The rustling sheets were nice and cool against my warm skin, and suddenly my cock decided it was an insomniac too.
Huh, maybe that was my problem. I’d gotten JT off in the back of the limo but, not wanting to scare him away, I’d denied myself. Then, by the time I dropped him off, my…situation had been back under control.
It sure as hell wasn’t under control anymore, though.
I reached down under the sheets and wrapped a hand around my thick shaft, and the ache between my thighs intensified.
This was exactly what I needed. I was wound up, my body still on edge after not getting the release it wanted. I thought back to those hot moments in the car and started to stroke.
I pictured JT with his shirt open, his cock hard, and those full lips shouting my name—and suddenly, I was reaching for my phone.
I glanced at the time—three forty-five a.m., a ridiculous time to text or call anyone. But if I wasn’t able to sleep because I hadn’t gotten off tonight, maybe there was a chance JT couldn’t sleep because he had.
This experience had been a first for the both of us.
Deciding a text was slightly less invasive than a call, I quickly typed out a message and sent it before I could change my mind, then lay there staring at my screen, willing the three dots to appear.
Finally, they did.
GOLDEN BOY:
Do you have any idea what time it is?
I grinned as I pictured JT frowning at his screen with his curls spread out all over his pillow.
I do. But I couldn’t sleep. And it’s your fault.
GOLDEN BOY:
My fault?
Yeah.
I stared at the message I was about to send back, wanting to add more, but again finding myself hesitating, something I never normally did.
Jesus, when did I start overthinking shit? Just write what you want to write. He obviously enjoyed what you did to him earlier.
Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about the sounds you made in the back of the limo tonight. It’s making it HARD to sleep.
My dick jerked, remembering exactly how he’d sounded, and I wondered if he’d write back. After several minutes and no reply, I was starting to think I had pushed too hard—but then my phone started to vibrate in my hand.
JT was calling me? This was either going to go really well or he was going to tell me to leave him the fuck alone.
I hit answer. “Good morning…”
JT’s answering laugh was deeper than usual, but a good sign he wasn’t going to end the call. It was also sexy as fuck.
“Early, early morning. I can’t believe you texted me at three thirty.”
“Three forty-five, if we’re being specific. But like you have any room to judge—you called me.”
“I know. It’s just, I didn’t want to write all that stuff in a—”
“Text? Hmm…” I shifted on my mattress, already liking the direction of this conversation. “What kind of stuff were you going to write to me, JT? Must’ve been juicy if you’re afraid someone might see.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“It’s not?” I rubbed my palm over my abs. “That’s a shame. I was getting excited.”
JT snorted. “According to your message, you were already excited.”
“So you decided to call me and, what? Calm me down? ’Cause I gotta say, it’s not working.”
A soft gasp met my ear, and I immediately remembered the way JT’s breath caught when he was nervous. It was delicious.
“I told you, that’s not what I meant. I wasn’t going to text you dirty messages. But if you’re going to bring up earlier, then I’d rather talk about it. I like to keep my private life private, and you always see these horror stories of messages and photos being leaked.”
He had a point. I couldn’t remember the amount of times me or one of my friends ended up on a gossip site, our latest outings or sexual escapades entertainment for the nosy masses.
But if JT wanted to talk me to sleep instead, I had no problem with that.
“Is that what we’re having? A private life?”
Silence met my ear for several seconds, and then, “Well, I don’t usually do that kind of thing in public.”
“What kind of thing?”
JT chuckled, and the sound made my stomach flip. A much nicer sensation than I’d been feeling earlier. “You just want me to say something dirty.”
“Wow, it’s like you’re really starting to know me. But you are the one who offered to talk.”
“After you brought it up.”
“No, actually, you brought it up. And it’s been up ever since you grabbed my hair and fucked my face in the back of the limo tonight.”
“Oh my God… I can’t believe you just said that.” JT’s whisper in my ear was both scandalized and proud.
I ran my fingers down my treasure trail to where my cock was standing at attention. “Yes, you can.” I wrapped my fingers around myself and squeezed. “I even think you like that I said it. Don’t you?”
“I…”
“You?” I lowered my voice and drew my hand up my length. “It’s just us listening, Golden Boy. Remember? That’s why you called.”
“I didn’t call to have phone sex.”
“Yeah, but you owe me.”
“What?” JT’s disbelief was mingled with a curious undertone.
“Well, if you remember, earlier tonight—”
“Uh, I do.”
“Me too. Anyway, if you remember, you got to come. All down my throat.”
“Fuck, West…”
“Don’t I wish,” I said as I rolled my hips up, sliding my dick through my hand. “But since you’re not here and I didn’t get to come down your throat, you owe me.”
If I’d been worried about JT ending the call earlier, the harsh breathing in my ear told me I had nothing to worry about now. He was turned on. He was enjoying this. Maybe not as much as I was going to, but enjoying it just the same.
“And, um, how exactly would I pay you back?”
I kicked the sheet off, knowing I had him. Then I looked down at the glistening head of my cock where it was poking out of my fist.
“Maybe you could tell me how you felt tonight.”
“I… I don’t know if I can.”
“Sure you can. Just close your eyes, think back to my mouth and how it felt, then start to talk.”
JT coughed. “Just like that?”
“Yep, just like that.”
“And what are you going to do while I…talk?”
I widened my legs on the mattress and closed my eyes. “I’m going to lie here naked in my bed and fuck my hand, wishing it was your mouth.”
JT cursed, and a shiver raced down my spine.
“You’re naked?”
“As the day I was born.” I drew my hand down to the root of my cock. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“No. Yes. I… Okay. Yes. You saw me tonight and—”
“Now you want to see me.” I released myself to fondle my balls. “That could’ve happened, but you wanted to talk instead. So talk.”
“I am talking.”
“Come on, Golden Boy. Tell me how you liked the feel of my tongue tangling with yours.”
“Jesus, you’re way better at this than me.”
“Yet here I am, hard for you.”
JT’s breathing came a little faster. “The second you got on your knees in the limo tonight, I wanted your mouth on me.”
Damn, where did that come from? I had no idea, but I wasn’t about to interrupt him now that he’d started.
I closed my eyes, propped the phone on the pillow by my ear, and listened for whatever he was about to say next.
“I knew you’d be good, you said so yourself, and after the kiss on the roof Friday night, I wanted more.”
Oh hell yes.
JT might’ve started out shy, but he was picking up fast.
“I wanted to kiss you more. Touch you more. And I wanted you to touch me.”
“Fuck, JT.” I tightened my fingers around the head of my dick, not wanting to explode three sentences in.
“Sorry, am I doing this wrong?”
A strained chuckle left me as I rolled over and reached for the lube in my top drawer. “Definitely not doing it wrong. Please tell me you’re touching yourself.” I poured some liquid into my palm.
“I think you know I am.”
“Good. Keep going. And tell me about how you wanted me to touch you?”
JT let out a moan, and I could’ve sworn I felt it against my neck, or maybe that was my own skin heating up.
“I wanted you to kiss me. Like you did up on the roof. I wanted to see if it would make me—”
“Hard?”
“Yes. And it did, and when you wrapped your hand around me—”
“Yeah?” I moaned in the phone.
“I went out of my mind a little bit. Your hand was strong, and you knew exactly how much pressure to use, and fuck, West, I almost came just from that kiss.”
Jesus Christ. My climax was a hair trigger from firing.
“I didn’t know that.”
“I know.” He panted in my ear. “I was trying to hold back.”
I understood that feeling real fucking good. “Why were you doing that? Holding back.”
I licked at my lips, drew my hand up to the crown of my cock, and swiped my thumb across the sensitive head.
Come on, JT, be brave, say it…
“Because I wanted to feel your mouth around me.”
Fuck. Yes. That was what I wanted to hear.
“And did you like it?” I demanded through gritted teeth as I shoved my hard-on through my slick fist. “The feel of my lips around you.”
JT moaned, and the familiar sound had me cursing and craning my head back into the pillow, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“JT?”
“Hmm?” The breathy question told me everything I needed to know. This phone call might’ve started out with JT owing me, but right now, we were about to reward one another.
“Did you like the feel of my hot mouth sucking your cock?”
JT grunted, and when he finally said, “I loved every fucking second of it,” that was it.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “God, your fucking mouth.”
I wasn’t sure whose curse hit my ear first, and didn’t much care. But the second it did, my orgasm slammed into me and my dick pulsed, and the next thing I knew I was making a hell of a sticky mess all over my stomach and hand.
Fuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had phone sex, let alone phone sex that blew my damn mind. As I reached for the box of tissues on my bedside table, I said into the phone, “You didn’t fall asleep over there, did you?”
JT had obviously come right along with me. But someone had to break the ice, and I had a feeling he was probably busy getting up in his head again.
“Uh, definitely not asleep.”
I chuckled and tossed the tissues in the trash by my bed.
“I figured.” I stretched back and pulled the sheets up over me. “So… If my calculations are correct, you’ve enjoyed yourself twice now tonight.”
“Shut up.” JT chuckled, and I laughed along with him.
“Not a chance of that happening. But if you’re nice to me, I might let you get away with this acting as your IOU paid in full.”
“Might? You totally just came.”
“And so did you. So the way I see it—”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be nice to you.”
“Aww, see, is that so hard?”
“It isn’t now,” JT shot back, and it was so unlike him that I laughed.
“Did you just make a sex joke?”
“I’m ending the call now.”
I could feel my eyes growing heavy and my body melting into the mattress. Finally sleep was coming, even if it would be more like a power nap.
“Just tell me one thing before you go.”
“One thing.”
“Hilarious.” I closed my eyes. “Tell me you liked it. Not Friday night. Not the limo. And not now. Tell me you liked all of it.”
I could feel myself drifting off as JT’s sleep-sexy voice whispered, “Let’s put it this way. I have a feeling I’ll be up for a ‘good time’ again, real soon.”
That was good enough for me. “See you soon, then, Golden Boy.”
