TRUE TO MY word, I gave JT the study time he asked for. Long, torturous hours, as a matter of fact, where all I could do to pass the time was come up with different ways of getting him naked later.
“I swear I’m on the last paragraph,” JT called out from the living room, as if he could sense my impatience.
Not that it took a genius to see it. I was never good at waiting. Hell, I was never good at hiding that I hated waiting.
Even now I paced the length of the kitchen, a bourbon sour in hand as I counted down the minutes until we could begin playing a little game.
Would I have the upper hand in this game I’d devised? Yes. Would JT know that when he agreed to it? Not so much.
But all was fair in sex and…sex, right? Or something like that.
“Done.” JT shut his laptop and stretched his arms up over his head. He cracked his neck from side to side before pushing up off the couch, and I was only too happy to play bartender. I poured a little vodka, Kahlua, and a splash of cream over ice and rounded the counter.
“Your reward,” I said, handing him the glass.
“Thank you.” He took a long, grateful sip. “I have to admit, I assumed my reward would involve something with a lot less clothes.”
“Really? And why’s that?”
“Because it’s you.”
It seemed like Golden Boy knew me already, because that was exactly what I had in mind.
I tapped my glass against his and winked. “Is that what you want? To get naked for me?”
JT’s eyes heated over the lip of his glass, and I smirked.
That’s what I thought.
“So I was thinking we could play a game,” I said, reaching for his fingers as I walked backward toward my room.
“Oh yeah? What kind of game?”
“A sort of…getting-to-know-each-other kind.”
JT’s brow wrinkled, and I laughed.
“Not what you expected?” I asked, kicking my door open wide.
“No, but I’m open to new experiences. Didn’t I tell you that?”
I let go of JT’s fingers and backed up to one side of the room. When he started to follow, I held my hand up.
“The way this works is, you stay over there. No cheating.”
JT mimicked my pose, leaning back against his side of the wall.
“I’ll start things off by telling you something about me. You can decide if it’s true or false. If you guess correctly, I’ll take something off. Guess wrong, and you have to take something off.”
“So you are trying to get me naked.” JT set his drink on my desk and spread his hands. “I think I can take you, though.”
“We’ll see about that. True or false, my favorite actor is Al Pacino.”
“Ooh…” JT tapped his lip as he studied me. Like my face would give away the answer. “His movies seem up your alley, so I’ll say true.”
“Wrong. That would be Denzel.” I looked over JT’s body, at my options for what to take off. He wasn’t wearing shoes or socks, just a pair of jeans, a shirt, and underwear, which meant it wouldn’t take long to get him naked. Perfect. “Lose the shirt,” I said.
JT reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. As he tossed it on the ground, he said, “My parents nicknamed me Michelin Man because I was such a fat baby.”
Ding, ding, ding. I remembered reading this one in the many files Harry had given me about JT. “I’m gonna go with true.” He cursed. “Lose the pants.”
His lips tipped up as he met my eyes and unzipped his jeans slowly. He took his time pushing them down to the floor before kicking them aside and looking at me expectantly.
I was getting closer to what I wanted, though JT leaning back against the wall in nothing but a pair of navy boxer briefs was a hot visual. He knew just how to make me crazy, because he fingered the waistband, drawing my eyes there before sliding his hand down over his growing erection.
My own dick jerked, impatient, but it’d already been hours of denial, so what was a few more minutes?
“True or false,” I said, my words coming out a little rougher as JT continued to massage his cock through the thin cotton. “I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you.”
A knowing smile crossed his lips. “True.” When I nodded, he said, “Your pants.”
I didn’t feel the overwhelming need to draw things out, so I unzipped and shoved out of them in record time.
JT panted as he worked himself, and I was ready to call the damn game.
“True or false,” he said, desire etched in every line of his face. “I want you to fuck me right now.”
I sucked in a breath, partly because that wasn’t something I’d ever expected to hear out of JT’s mouth. And partly because if it wasn’t true, I had a feeling I’d die right here, right now.
“Please, fuck, let that be true,” I said as I bolted across the room, crashing my lips down on his before he had time to utter “true.” Our tongues tangled as he grabbed fistfuls of my shirt.
“Take it off,” he breathed across my lips, and I leaned back just enough to rip it up over my head. JT was staring at me with a wild look in his eyes, and I knew if I went back in for another taste right now, this would all be over before it even started.
I forced myself to take a step back and waggled my finger at him. “Don’t think you’re going to win this game by seducing me, mister.”
JT’s eyes scorched a red-hot path over every inch of my naked chest. “Is that what I’m doing?”
“Who got the freebie out of this conversation just now?” I aimed my eyes down at the briefs barely containing him. “As I recall, you were supposed to be losing those.”
“Oh, I see.” JT slipped his thumbs into the edge of his briefs and tugged them down his hips. “So I forced you to take your shirt off.”
“No, you seduced me into it with your soft lips and—” My words left me as JT’s cock sprang free and he shoved the material the rest of the way down his legs.
“And what?”
“Huh?”
JT stepped away from the wall, naked as the day he was born. He placed a hand on my chest and angled his face up until our mouths were only inches apart.
“I seduced you with my soft lips and…?”
“If you think for one second I can think about anything other than your being naked right now, you don’t know me at all.”
I reached for JT’s hips and smoothed my hands around the curve of his naked ass, then, before he could say another word, I hiked him up off the ground until his legs were around my waist.
A shocked sound left JT as he speared his hands through the back of my hair and slammed his mouth down onto mine. He shoved inside like it’d been days, not minutes, since our last kiss, and the throb of his cock against my naked body told me he was done thinking too.
I took a step back until the mattress hit the back of my thighs, and sat down on it. I dug my fingers into the curve of his ass and hiked him up high on my lap until not even a breeze could get between the two of us. I could feel his hard-on rubbing up against mine through the last layer of material between us, and while I cursed its existence, it also felt really fucking good.
Something JT must’ve agreed with, as he tightened his fingers in my hair, clenched his thighs around my hips, and began to rock on top of me.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on not coming, knowing that if JT really wanted me to fuck him then I would do anything he asked for, give him anything he needed, to get him to that place where he was comfortable enough to take what he wanted.
“West…” JT panted against my lips as my fingers flirted with the crack of his ass.
“Yeah, gorgeous?”
JT bit my lower lip and kissed me hard, then he trailed a hand down between our bodies until his fingers found the edge of my briefs.
“I want these off.”
I took his hand and brought it back up to my lips, nipping at his daring fingers. “Say please.”
“Please…” He batted his lashes at me, and the flirty move was so unexpected and so unbelievably hot, my fingers tightened around his.
“You should come with a warning label.”
“Oh yeah?” JT rolled his hips over the top of me, a taunting smirk playing on his lips. “And what would it say?”
With a hand around his waist, I surged to my feet and turned, laying him out flat on his back. “Caution: contents are seriously fucking hot.”
JT might look all sweet and innocent, but I was quickly discovering that looks could be deceiving, because the image he made right now, naked and spread out, mine for the taking, had me tearing the last scrap of material from my body like it was a matter of life and death.
I walked up the side of the bed, and JT’s gaze followed me, his hand wrapped around his cock as he tracked every step I took. “Not going to join me?”
“Not yet.” I pulled open my side drawer, grabbed out a bottle of lube, and tossed it on the bed. Then I held up a condom between my fingers. “The next time I have my hands on you, I don’t plan to stop.”
I tore open the packet and suited up, then placed a knee on the bed. As I climbed up onto it and was about to move between JT’s thighs, his eyes caught on my erection and I paused as a slight frown furrowed his brow.
It was the first sign of indecision I’d seen from him, and though I knew I could make him forget it with a few strategic kisses or touches, I didn’t want to do that.
I moved up alongside him, instead of between his legs, and when JT turned his head on the pillow, the frown was gone. He’d either shoved it aside or schooled his expression for my benefit. “Is everything okay?” I asked.
JT’s cheeks turned scarlet as I reached over and brushed one of his curls back from his face. “Yeah. Why’d you stop?”
I wasn’t quite sure the best approach to a situation like this because, well, I’d never been in one before. But I knew I needed to work out what had just happened without making him feel self-conscious in any way.
“You had that cute little frown you get going on here.” I rubbed my finger between his brows. “And I want to make sure you still want to do this.”
“Oh.” He gave a nervous little laugh. “I definitely want to do it. I just saw how big you are, and then it hit that… You know, and, well, I just got up in my head a bit.”
So he wasn’t about to run away from me, just wondering how I would fit. That was a massive stroke to my ego—and my cock.
I rubbed my thumb over his lips. “I’ll make you feel good,” I said, leaning in to kiss him softly. “I promise.” I licked inside his mouth, long, languid strokes that soon turned heated. I wanted him ready for this.
As I ran my hand down to his cock, it jerked under my touch. Hard and ready.
I drew my mouth away and moved between his thighs, hovering over him as I waited for him to look at me.
“Remember to breathe for me. We’ll go slow.”
JT swallowed as he nodded, but whatever nerves he was feeling were overshadowed by the lust swirling in his brown gaze.
I bent down to lick the pre-cum beading at the head of his dick, and when his breath hitched, I looked up at him and winked.
“Gonna have you screaming my name before this night’s over,” I promised, before diving down for a mouthful of his cock. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, then pulled off a little, sucking on him as I made my way back up.
The sounds JT was making were indecent, a mix of moans and curses. Making this good for him was my only objective tonight, because he only got this first time once. I knew I’d be able to come just looking at him writhing beneath me. Those brown curls spread out against my pillow; his hands grasping the sheets at his sides.
So damn gorgeous.
As I sucked on his cock, I reached for the lube, popping it open and pouring a little on my fingers.
“Gonna get you nice and stretched for me,” I said, pressing against the heat of his entrance.
JT’s breath came out in a heavy exhale the moment my finger penetrated his hot hole.
“That’s it,” I murmured, sliding deep inside him, loving the way he clenched around me. He was so tight his ass was gonna strangle my dick, but it would be worth it. The only problem I had now was keeping my overly excited cock from blowing before I got inside him.
“Another.” JT rocked his hips against my hand. “I’m not gonna break.”
No, but I fucking might.
I added a second finger, scissoring them inside him as he focused on breathing like the good little bottom he was. So eager. He wanted everything I gave. As I continued to stretch him, I flicked my tongue over the head of his dick.
“Shit, West. That feels…so good.” His words were music to my ears. I wanted him crazy for my mouth, my fingers…my dick.
And when JT grunted out, “I want you inside me,” I knew I was halfway there.
