Free Boys in Season (Boys In... Book 2) by Clare London Page B

through him, his arousal bobbing heavy and painful against his belly. He shifted, and the swollen shaft nudged at Jamie’s nose.
    “Seb?”
    Oh God , Jamie had changed his mind, was embarrassed, was angry. Seb had fucked it up somehow, he knew it, he knew it—
    “Seb.” Jamie’s voice was still muffled, his face now pressed against Seb’s groin. “I may not be… you know. Any good. It’s a while since I dated anyone. Since I did this.”
    Seb laughed with relief. “Don’t be stupid. You haven’t made a step wrong so far.” His dick jerked impatiently against Jamie’s bottom lip. “Never felt so good.”
    “Yes, sure—”
    “No,” Seb growled. “I mean it.” And he tightened his fingers in Jamie’s hair.
    Jamie gave a gasp but he didn’t seem hesitant at all. Instead, he leaned forward and took a good, slow mouthful of Seb’s cock, letting it slide along his tongue, taking it carefully in past his teeth. He folded his hand around its base to guide them both, untangling the small, curled hairs that got caught up.
    The kitchen air was rich from the slowly roasting meat, the piquant dressing on the salad leaves and the sweetly sour chutney, but all Seb could smell was the musk of Jamie’s skin, and all he could taste was the warm, salty, saliva of his own anticipation. Seb started to thrust in and out of Jamie’s mouth, and Jamie’s other hand slipped down to his own lap, trying to relieve his own excitement.
    “Stop that,” Seb hissed. Jamie glanced up, wide eyes staring from under his tousled hair. His face looked fevered, a drop of sweat at his temple. “Later,” Seb said hoarsely, his eyes flickering down to where Jamie stroked himself. “That’s on my menu.”
    Jamie started to laugh, and the vibration shuddered through Seb’s groin. “Fuck,” Seb whispered. Oh God, no, what kind of joke was this ? He hadn’t come so fast since—must be—couldn’t think clearly—needed to—
    Jamie swallowed, his mouth tightening on Seb’s cock.
    Seb groaned and clutched Jamie’s head close as he came, hard and fast, his hips slamming back against the counter as he tried not to ram into Jamie’s face, his hands curling into fists and the thrill rippling through his body like crashing waves from a stormy, deep-hued ocean. Since when had he been so poetic? Since Jamie sucked him off, that was when.
    Jamie gave a small gurgling sound.
    “Shit.” Seb pulled himself out of Jamie’s mouth, flushed with panic. “I didn’t mean to come so fast, not without checking you were okay with it. Are you okay?” His hand was still resting on the top of Jamie’s head, but Jamie’s eyes were downcast. “Look, I’ve always been careful, right? In the past. Well, in the important things. I wouldn’t risk anything with you .” Jamie didn’t move. “Jamie, shit, man, tell me you’re okay.”
    Jamie got slowly to his feet. He was holding himself rigid, breathing shallowly. He took his hands away from Seb’s hips and settled them on his own. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice rather rough. “Except for one thing.”
    Oh fuck, oh fuck . “Look, Jamie—”
    Jamie reached out and grabbed Seb’s arm. The sudden move startled a cry from Seb, immediately followed by a hoarse groan as Jamie pushed Seb’s hand palm-first on to Jamie’s groin.
    “I need you,” Jamie said. It sounded as if he were gritting his teeth. “I need you very badly, and very soon.”
    Seb thought his smile would split the edges of his mouth. He reached for the hem of his shirt and peeled it up over his head. Jamie hurriedly did the same. “Madness, you were right,” Seb muttered, though his grin never wavered. “Nude skin in a kitchen, and the threat of imminent discovery. What’s got into us?”
    “This.” Jamie slid a hand behind Seb’s waist. Seb’s jeans were still unfastened, which made it easy for Jamie to run his middle finger down between Seb’s buttocks again, this time slick with sweat.
    Seb’s body arched with