Josh pulled at James’ T-shirt, yanking it over his head. He marveled at the shape of the man’s body as he roamed his bare skin. In the dim light he could tell James took care of himself. Time in the gym had made those abs, his chest. Josh had hit the jackpot.
Dark hair was sprinkled across his broad, chiseled chest. It was nice to be with a man the same height as Josh. There was an even playing field in that. And knowing he was topping James for the first time made it all-the-more satisfying.
James sucked in shallow breaths as Josh touched his bare skin. His fingers were soft and reassuring. He seemed to be taking the time to memorize what he saw, and for a moment, James got lost in it. He had this beautiful man catering to his every desire. He wanted to forget he was paying him, but that wouldn’t leave his mind. And that was all right. Maybe it would always be better this way.
Josh slid his hand low to James’ belt, and James held still as Josh unfastened it. He caught his blue eyes through those sinful lashes and had to fight the urge to moan. He bit his lip instead, worrying the plump flesh as the clink of the belt filled the room. A button then a zipper and the material of his pants was pooling at his feet. His white cotton boxers did nothing to hide his length, hard and aching beneath the fabric.
“Mm-m.” Josh groaned in appreciation, gazing down between them. “I’m pleased to see you’re enjoying yourself. I bet you taste fucking brilliant.” Josh rasped the words and dropped to his knees before James. James’ eyes widened in a hint of panic, but Josh soothed him with a gentle smile. “Shh-h,” he started before James could. “Be a good boy and let me suck you. I’m dying to feel you in my mouth.”
James’ throat went dry, watching the man pull the fabric down his thighs. He stepped out as instructed and let his arms hang as Josh nuzzled his nose to the soft underbelly of James’ length. He gasped lightly, his balls tightening and skin aflame as he stared in wonderment.
Josh’s moans sounded genuine as he grinned and took the heavy cock in his grasp. He shook and sighed, unable to look away as Josh stroked him. A steadying hand landed on the back of his thigh, encouraging him to stay upright. “There you go,” Josh encouraged as he snaked his tongue out to suck the bead of pre-cum off the tip. James shook again, and this time he placed his hands on Josh’s shoulders, which were still covered by the white shirt. “Hold on, handsome.” Josh glanced up with a smirk as he encouraged him before rolling his tongue around the notched tip.
When James had imagined a man sucking him, he hadn’t had anyone to fantasize about. He knew what type of man he liked, but he’d never had a face to dream about. Well, now he did.
Josh stretched his mouth beautifully around him as he sucked just the tip at first. He was no stranger to blow jobs and being on the receiving end, but this felt like the first time. Watching that pink mouth and blond head sink lower onto him, sucking in his sensitive length, was almost too much. He was shuddering and pulling Josh off after two sucks, shaking his head and gasping. “I’m— I’m—”
“Shh-h,” Josh comforted, seeming to know just what was happening. Josh held the base of his cock, and the tip turned almost purple and angry. “Take a breath.”
The heat rushed into James’ cheeks and he nibbled his lip. “It’s just that…you…you look so beautiful doing that.” It was meek and nervous, but he said his thoughts anyway. Josh blushed and glanced away briefly.
“Thank you,” he replied, low and sincerely, moving to stand. He let go of James’ cock and slipped off his shirt. “Go lie down, James. Let me show you just how beautiful I can make you.”
It felt like an out-of-body experience, walking to his bed and lying down in the center of it as Josh shed his clothes. He was all lean muscle, toned everywhere in the way men dreamed of. Josh stepped out of his boxer briefs and into the dim light, and James saw the dusting of freckles across his shoulders. That made his heart and stomach clench in ways he wasn’t prepared for. This man was the man someone fantasized about being with. James would sure be dreaming about him for nights to come.
His focus slipped farther down to catch his first look at Josh’s length as he kneeled on the bed and grabbed the lube off the side table. Josh was long, thick and curved just slightly to the right in a way that made James’ body tense. It was going to feel so good inside him—but could he take that size? Nothing he owned was quite that thick and he—
“Stop thinking,” Josh commanded, calling the attention back to him. “You’re fucking adorable in your panic, but I promise I’ll make this good. It’s what I do.” Josh lathered his fingers, slinking between his legs. James was still gaping a little at Josh and his perceptiveness, but he closed his mouth as Josh descended on him like a Greek god. He leaned in to kiss him again and James all but burst off the bed to meet him halfway. Josh groaned into the kiss, biting at James’ lip and keeping him occupied while he slipped his hand south.
Josh bypassed his cock and slipped his hand down between his smooth cheeks, unable to hold back his own groans as Josh rubbed the untouched hole firmly. James inhaled sharply and bucked his hips, but Josh was quick to shush him, repeating the touch over and over as he continued to kiss him.
James’ gasp broke as he pushed himself back into the sea of pillows. Josh went deeper with every move of his finger and the breath rushed out of James’ lungs each and every time. It was entirely different than playing with himself, being at the mercy of this man above him, who was seemingly enthralled in watching James grapple with the feeling of someone else penetrating him for the first time.
“Feel good, handsome?” Josh asked with a lazy grin, pulling his finger away every so often to slowly rub at the hole before pushing back in. James didn’t keep himself quiet, and judging by the way the thick cock against his thigh jumped every time he groaned loudly, he made a show of it.
“God, Josh…” James whined, writhing as he started to rock down on the finger. Josh leaned up slightly to watch, apparently interested to see how James’ ass looked wrapped around his finger.
“Oh baby,” Josh sighed with audible need, licking his lips. “You should see yourself, taking my finger so beautifully. This ass is fucking perfect, baby. So tight and fresh. You want two fingers? You can take them, can’t you?”
James hadn’t ever had someone talk dirty to him, wouldn’t have known he’d like it as much as he did right this second. But if Josh stopped talking like that… He just couldn’t. The praise was making him flush bright into his chest, and the way Josh was gazing at him made him feel so exposed and yet so pretty and… “Yes, Yes, more, please,” he begged, and the words sounded foreign to his own ears. Josh beamed darkly, obviously pleased.
“That’s a good boy. There we go. I knew you’d be needy,” Josh murmured as he stretched him with a second finger. James sucked in a ragged breath and stopped moving to adjust as Josh stayed still, kissing along the lines of his chest as he whispered sweet words of encouragement. He didn’t want to think about how he treated all his clients like this. Just for a little while, he wanted this to be all for him. “Good job, James. Opening wide for me, gonna take my cock so good.”
It was the oddest of feelings, being stretched open. The pain gave way to a heat and a pleasure that James couldn’t describe. While he’d toyed with himself, the thrust of Josh’s fingers felt like nothing like he’d ever had before. They were wet, sliding in and out with ease, despite the drag, and the more he moved them, the more James accepted them. The pain disappeared in a cloud of pleasure and he was soon hungrily driving himself down on Josh again, sucking his fingers in as deep as they could go. He was shameless in his noises, and every bit of praise Josh lavished on him only made him louder.
“One more finger and you can take my cock.” Josh pressed a third past the rim, and James bit out a cry and braced himself, throwing an arm over his face as he breathed through the sudden pain. Josh wasn’t having that, though. He clearly needed to see James’ face as it eased in pleasure. “Look at me, handsome,” Josh commanded, forcing James to g
lance down at him. James let his arm fall and he took long, deep breaths as he locked eyes with Josh.
The air was charged and electric as they stared at one another. Josh watched James’ chest rise and fall, seemingly with intense sensations, and he couldn’t help the way his own breathing matched. Knowing someone had never done this to James before was wreaking havoc on his own arousal, and if he didn’t get inside James soon, he was going to combust right there, untouched on the sheets. “Good boy.” James started to relax and let out a shuddering moan as he rocked tentatively to the thrust of Josh’s fingers, three buried deep and spreading him wide. “Your ass is gonna look so pretty on my cock,” he murmured as he started to truly fuck James’ ass slow and hard with his fingers.
James squirmed and rode them just as he had been, and it wasn’t long before he was whining and gripping the sheets like he’d explode any moment. Josh pulled away when he was sure James could take his cock, making him moan wantonly at the loss.
“Gonna fuck me now?” James rasped the obvious, his voice haggard and worn from making so much noise. Josh was loving every sound, and this new voice in particular sent chills down his spine.
He slid a condom over himself, lathering his length in a generous amount of lubricant as he grinned up at James through his lashes. “Oh yes, James. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to fuck you again tomorrow.”
James let his legs be spread obscenely wide without complaint. He was heated, slick and hot with arousal as Josh moved between his legs again. Josh pushed one of them up high, then let it come rest in the crook of his elbow. “Go slow?” James asked quietly, anxiety in his voice. Josh took himself in hand but stopped at the request, trailing his fingers over the neglected cock that lay weeping against his stomach.
“Don’t worry, Jamie.” He rasped the shortened name. “You’ll take it inch by inch, slow and steady, until I’m buried, and when you’re ready, I’ll go nice and slow until you’re begging me to pound this tight ass.” Josh spoke the filthy words so sweetly that arousal pooled in his stomach.
James gasped and was visibly trying to relax as Josh pressed into him, and it took a moment and a fair amount of effort until the head finally notched inside him. James cursed and closed his eyes at the intrusion.
Knowing he was the first cock in this perfect ass almost made him come on the spot. He was a professional at holding back and had the stamina to go for hours, but something about watching James grapple with his first penetration was making him want to shoot off far too soon. He breathed deeply and pinched his eyes closed, unable to look at that handsome face any longer until James started to let go.
When he opened his eyes again a moment later, James was watching him with an intrigued, almost-soft expression. They locked gazes as Josh started to move. It was shallow at first, just the tip and a slow thrust and pull, though he never slipped out completely. James groaned deeply as Josh sank lower and farther into his body, the sound lighting him on fire.
James was overwhelmed. He was stretched so far, and the heat from Josh’s entire body was intense. It was addictive—every slide and every touch—and soon Josh was kissing him again, rough and sloppy as he started to really move, driving his hips into him with practiced precision.
He wasn’t quiet, and Josh had told him that he didn’t want him to be. There was a banter back and forth, praise slipping from Josh’s lips and whines from his own as they worked their way up and up, higher and higher. When he finally felt Josh’s balls against his ass, he knew he was bound to be done for soon, his cock untouched and throbbing against his belly.
Josh seemed to read his mind, balancing himself on one arm as he grasped his cock in the other. James cried out and his hips jumped. He squeezed around Josh’s cock and it became very evident very quickly that this was all coming to a head.
He hadn’t ever felt anything like this. It was like free-falling as the pain and pleasure melted together into something he couldn’t describe. It was too much all at once. It was so surreal, and his body felt so punished in the best way that when Josh started to really jerk him off, he thought for a moment that this was how he would die. And he also then became infinitely sure he would need this again more than he needed air.
Josh was perfect, his cock hitting deep and hard, and his own groans seemed sincere. He watched himself slide into James occasionally, stared at his face then his cock, and James felt worshiped. Everything was about his own pleasure, and it was an entirely new experience—one he’d be touching himself to for days.
“I’m—Oh, God— I’m—” He started to babble, but Josh was right there to guide him, squeezing his cock and fucking him hard now, driving those perfect hips up with a snap as his tip rubbed against James’ sweet spot and made him howl.
“Now, James! Now, baby, come for me. Come all over my hand and milk my cock!”
James cried out and did just that, coming with a sharp shake and a cry as he spilled all over Josh’s fist. Josh went off like a shot after him, spilling hot and hard into the condom as he pumped him through his release. Josh closed his eyes and groaned low as he rocked until he was empty and spent, dropping James’ cock on top of the mess he’d made.
Josh let him relax a moment but stayed buried there as he obviously waited for any sign from him as to what he needed. James shuddered and moaned quietly every so often until he finally opened his eyes, catching Josh’s intrigued ones. He flushed hotly, grinning slowly. “That was…deeply satisfying,” he complimented in a whisper.
Josh flushed brightly, sliding his eyes down as he grinned. Honestly, words hardly described it.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered in reply, caching James’ lips in a kiss. “Let me get you a towel and clean you up.” Josh slid out of James’ relaxed body and James whined at the loss.
Josh was careful as he used a warm cloth to soothe and clean James. He filled a glass full of water and gave it to him, making sure he was comfortable as he went about picking up. James lay on the bed with hooded eyes, unable to find the ability to get up after such an experience.
Josh was reaching for his boxer briefs to get dressed when James finally moved on the bed, sitting up.
“You leaving?” he asked abruptly. Josh stopped and shifted so he could see him.
“That’s how it usually goes,” Josh explained, his tone unsure. “But it’s your call. I can do whatever you want—”
“Stay…please.” Josh nodded, settling his briefs into place as he padded back to the bed. He switched off lights on the way. “I’ll make you coffee in the morning and pay you for your services,” James added with a small grin. Josh nodded and slid in next to him, and he opened his arms for Josh. “Thank you.”
James didn’t know what he was doing, but he absolutely couldn’t let Josh walk out of that door—not after what he’d just done, what Josh had just made him feel. He needed to hold him, needed to feel that skin-to-skin connection. He soothed his already-churning mind with You are paying for this, Barnwell and left it at that. Because he was. This wasn’t a date. This was an agreement. A purchase.
Chapter Two
The sun was warm on Josh’s face as he sat on the cushioned window seat of his Brooklyn apartment. It was a bright day, but the sun was deceiving. Autumn had arrived and the temperatures outside had dropped into the fifties. Josh didn’t mind, though. This particular window wasn’t drafty, and the sun was still beaming.
His gaze flickered from the park across the small street to the sketchpad against his thigh, but the image on the paper couldn’t be found outside. It could only be found miles from there and on the other side of Josh’s phone—that had yet to ring.
But Josh couldn’t get James’ eyes out of his head, couldn’t get the man’s face to leave him be. The way he’d looked in the throes of bliss, the way their gazes had held as James had driven him home and the expression he’d had as Josh had opened his eyes after coming harder than he could remember in so, so long. Josh kept drawing James’ f
ace, trying to get every damn detail right. He wanted to see him again to compare…and for other reasons.
“You’re thinking about him again,” his roommate Andrew Wilson said from the kitchen, interrupting his thoughts. Josh turned his way and schooled his features, scoffing as he flipped the page so he wouldn’t be caught.
“Nah. Just enjoying the sun.”
“Shut up. You’re not a cat and you can’t lie like one either. You’re still thinking about the resort guy.” Andrew’s smile was all-knowing, and Josh regretted telling him and his other roommate, Nadia Riley, anything. He’d come home with such a high, though, that he couldn’t stop himself as he’d divulged his evening to his two closest friends.
Josh had gone home with a lot of people, but no one had been quite like James Barnwell.
The following morning, Josh had woken up alone on his stomach in the very big bed. The room had looked bright and cheery against the morning light and it had taken him a minute to remember where he was. Slipping from the bed, he’d realized it was nine in the morning and James hadn’t woken him. He hardly ever stayed the night for this exact reason. The awkward escape.
Josh had been able to hear James talking and had chosen to take a minute to splash water on his face and run some through his short hair. He’d swiped some toothpaste along his tongue and slipped back into his slacks and dress shirt, not bothering with the rest.
As he’d reached the bottom of the stairs, he’d followed the voice into the kitchen. James had been in the middle of an important-sounding conversation, but he’d still taken a moment to notice Josh’s presence and had poured him a cup of coffee. It had been a Styrofoam travel mug, but Josh had appreciated the gesture.
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