We Shouldn’t Be Doing This

by Jamie Lake

JUST A QUICKIE SERIES - 30 MINUTE GAY ROMANCE M/M READS

Want more free M/M Books? Click here

CHAPTER ONE

The thing is, had I not been so early, I never would have seen him. It was my first day in court, law school student and all, and I was waiting outside the courtroom for my boss, defense attorney Robert Robinson. Seriously, that was his name.  I was nervous, I remember that, my tie a little too tight.  My mismatched suit barely fit me but it was all I could afford. But what I lacked in money, I made up for in smarts and ambition. Too bad that hadn’t been enough to get me this coveted internship at Robinson, Robinson & Horowitz. No, for that, I had to blow my boss. Seriously, it was an unwritten deal we’d made: every Friday after work, I had to blow him under his desk while everyone else was out of the firm. I didn’t mind so much. I loved sucking cock and I was good at it. Too bad he was small, like sucking a grape, but a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do to get ahead. 

The Hill Valley, Oregon Courthouse wasn’t exactly the biggest courthouse in the country but it was carved out of marble, so large your voice would echo if you whispered. That’s why when I saw him – the hottest guy I’d ever seen in my life, sitting on a bench on the opposite side of me –  I tried to keep my voice down. You see, people in Hill Valley, Oregon weren’t exactly homophobic; it was just something no one talked about. They knew gay and bi people existed but they pretended they didn’t. They simply looked the other way. It wasn’t something you’d discuss at the dinner table, if you catch my drift, but it didn’t stop me from being myself. Not that I was walking around with a rainbow t-shirt on all the time. Most people never thought I was gay, but if anyone asked me, I’d tell them without hesitation. Yep, I was a drop-down-on-your-knees, cock-sucking, man-kissing, bottom. Well, versatile according to my manslut profile online but the truth was I loved nothing more than riding a big thick piece of meat wedged between the thighs of a masculine, good-looking man and that was exactly what the hottie that kept looking at me across the courthouse looked like.

He had dark hair and blue eyes, my absolute favorite, a clean-cut guy who dressed better than me so I could only guess that, like most people from Hill Valley, he came from a family with money. He had pink lips and long lashes. He was pretty but he was encased in a masculine energy that was sexy and I just couldn’t stop sneaking a peak. Sure, I was pretending to look through my files so that I’d be prepared for my boss’s case, but in truth, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.

“You gonna keep staring at me like that or are you going to say hello?” he said, his deep rich voice startling me.

I blushed. “What?” I asked.

“You heard me,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“Me?” I said. I knew it was a stupid thing to say but I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know how to respond.

“No, the other cute guy next to you,” he smirked.

I blushed even more, if that was possible.  “Sam,” I answered. “My name’s Sam.”

“Like that,” he said, sliding closer to me. “Call me Jack.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Jack,” I said clearing my throat.

“Pleasure to meet me? Listen to you. You don’t have to be so formal with me. I’m not that much older than you. How old are you, anyway?” he asked me.

“24. I’ll be 25 in September,” I told him.

“Ah, so you’re a Virgo,” he said, nodding as if it meant something significant.

“Is that a bad thing?” I said.

“No, my last boyfriend was a Virgo. I’m a Scorpio,” he said.

I smirked. I’d heard about how amazing Scorpios were in bed, how naughty they could be. Other than my weekly blow jobs with my boss, I hadn’t been penetrated in weeks, and the idea was making me horny.

“Cool,” I answered.

“So, how about 7pm tonight?” he said.

“7pm for what?” I asked confused.

“For our date,” he said, nonchalantly.

“Oh … I ….” I didn't know what to say, I’d never had anyone be that direct with me before. “I’m working late tonight. I’m an intern at Robinson, Robinson, and Horowitz.”

“Oh,” he said raising an eyebrow. “Impressive.”

“Yeah, my boss is kind of a douche. I don’t have a life, really. But it’ll all pay off in the end – at least that’s what my dad said. He’s the one that got me in the door,” I explained. I knew I had a tendency to ramble when I was nervous.

“No life?” he said, “Well, we’ll have to do something to change all that.”

I hunched my shoulders. I was always so shy around really hot guys and he was by far the hottest I’d ever seen outside of television. “That’d be nice.”

“Good. Hope you like meat,” he said.

I blushed again. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“So, you’re a meat lover?” he asked with a sexy smirk on his face.

“Well, yeah I—” I started to say before I was interrupted by the heavy voice of my boss.

“Samuel?” my boss said, charging down the hall, his heavy boots echoing so loud it sounded like a herd of elephants.

“Yes, sir,” I said, standing up and gathering my papers. I dropped them on the floor and scooped them up.

“Quit being a clutz and get your shit together. Do you have the affidavits?” He charged at me.

I was trying to get my bearings still while keeping an eye on Jack, who kept looking at me with that very distracting sexy smirk of his, so much so that my boss took a look at him.  He frowned, grabbed me by the arm and walked me into the corner away from Jack’s view.

“What did you tell him about the case?” he asked me.

“Well, nothing, sir, we were just—” I started to explain.

“You were just nothing. That’s the prosecuting attorney’s right hand man.” he said.

I was shocked; I had no idea.

My boss whacked me on the back of my head. “Idiot,” he said gritting his teeth.

CHAPTER TWO

After chewing me out up and down at the office for talking to the opposing team, my boss locked the door after hours and paced the floor. I sat there in the chair in front of his desk like a shamed little boy.

“This is just not acceptable,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Robinson,” I said.

“No, I don’t think you are,” he told me.

“Sir, I’ll do anything to make it up to you, anything. I really need to keep this internship,” I begged.

“Anything?” he said, raising his eyebrow as he sat back down at his desk.

I nodded. A conniving, crafty smile curved on his lips as his hands reached for his pant zipper. “Show me.”

“Yes, sir,” I told him as I got down on my knees. Honestly, it wasn’t so bad. I loved being bad, to tell you the truth, I loved being disciplined in that way. Besides, as I was sucking his dick, I kept imagining I was with that hot guy I’d met at the courthouse. Jack.

Because the thing was, I mean, I loved being punished and ordered around but Mr. Robinson was cruel about it. There was no affection in his eyes at all; they were cold and soulless like a machine, and when I looked up at him I knew that he didn’t care about me one bit. He just wanted a bucket for his cum and I happened to be the latest one to be willing to put up with his shit. But Jack... damn, when I looked into his eyes I felt something. I could tell he was going to be dominating as well, but I’d at least know that he wanted me. I mean, when I was sucking on Mr. Robinson’s cock under his desk, I imagined I could be doing it with anyone; it didn’t matter. But the way Jack looked at me, shit, I don’t know, maybe it was all just in my head or something but I couldn’t forget that moment when our eyes locked and that sparkling heat crackled between us. You know, the kind they talk about in movies all the damn time.

When I sank down to my knees, Mr. Robinson brought his legs together and squeezed my body. He liked doing that, pretending that he was going to crush me. He had a vicious streak that one, and not just in the courtroom. It was worse when a case was going badly; then I could be sure of at least a black eye. If things were going well then he just teased me and pushed me to the brink of pain. I felt my body constrict and I had to just grin and bear it. Can’t complain about anything, not if I want to keep my job, I reminded myself. I have to act like he was the biggest thing ever, as well. Every time he pulls out his little dick, I have to pretend that I’m amazed and that I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve got it down to a tee now: first, I widen my eyes and then my mouth falls open; then I look up at him and smile while my hands curls around it. Deep down I bet he knows that it’s no good, and I bet the only way he can get what he wants is through fear, but hey, at least it’s not going to break me.

As I massaged his cock this time, he relaxed a little and I could breathe easy again, the pressure on my chest being taken away. He leaned back and relaxed in his chair. His hand roughly shot down and grabbed my hair, tearing away at my scalp as he pulled me forward. Ordinarily, I’d like to tease a little bit more but he always wants to get straight down to business. Today, I’m more excited though. Today, I get to think about Jack.

I manage to get away with it, as well. Mr. Robinson always arches back his head and closes his eyes, so I get to close mine, too and lose myself in a fantasy world. I think about Jack, gorgeous, handsome Jack and imagine what it must be like to be lost in a warm, deep embrace with him; for him to tell me how sexy I am and how much he wants me and then I’d feel that sweet pressure on my shoulders as he pushes me to my knees and I get to reveal that big bulge.

I just knew he had a big cock; you can tell these things when you’ve had as much experience as I’ve had. It’s all in the way they stand and walk, and I knew it was going to be at least halfway down his thigh. Fuck, I was getting so turned on just thinking about what was waiting for me in those tight pants, all the while my lips locked around Mr. Robinson’s hard member. It was small, but always rock hard. I swirled my tongue around just the way he liked it (the first time I ever bent down for him he gave me a lesson in how to please him…it was quite easy, really). But while I felt him tickle my gums I thought about Jack and how his thick organ would be stretching my lips and filling my whole mouth, how I’d have to suck hard and deep and struggle to deepthroat him all the way down. I found myself moaning and this only served to turn Mr. Robinson on more. Little did he know that I was thinking about another man. A better man. I moaned and twisted my head and my boss’s hand grew tighter in my scalp as his fingernails dug into me. I knew pleasure was boiling inside him so I slowed down, teasing it out, knowing that he’d appreciate it and that I might get a better bonus at the end of the month. My hands rested on his thighs and they helped me balance while I sucked him off. He was so small I didn’t have to worry about him thrusting his hips and causing me any discomfort, but I knew it wouldn’t be the case with Jake. I’d have to hold his shaft steady as I sucked him so he didn’t plunge himself straight down my throat. I could just imagine how sweet it must be to pleasure that fine ass man and feel him groan and tense under my pleasure. That’s what I really loved, knowing that I was the one causing all these good sensations, and I wanted to look up and see Jack smiling down at me, his face contorted in an expression of deep pleasure.

I went down and sucked Mr. Robinson’s balls, running the flesh in between my teeth and feeling him convulse with pleasure. My fingers moved up his thigh. I didn’t always get this adventurous but I was spurred on by thinking that it was Jack. I’d love to be scratching his inner thigh and feeling the heat of his crotch burn my fingers as I kissed the bottom of his shaft and juggled his balls with my tongue. My finger slid further in and I started tickling the rim of his ass. I heard a long, guttural moan, but I was so lost in my fantasy of Jack that it sounded far-off and distant. I went deeper and deeper and then my finger was twirling around inside, driving him to ecstasy. I moved my mouth back up; it was dripping with saliva and I took his cock back in my mouth, feeling his curly, dark pubes scratch my lips as I held still and pressed my tongue flat against his cock, undulating it as I sucked, all the while overloading him with pleasure with my finger as I spun it around in his ass, teasing his sweet spot. Now both hands were on my head and I heard his heavy breaths stumble out of his mouth as I drove him closer and closer to that dark paradise. His thigh muscles tensed and his cock throbbed and I so wished it was Jack. I thought about Jake, about how he made me feel just by touching him and I was hard in my pants, too. I pulled one hand down and started to fondle myself, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning Jack’s name, but it was muffled by Mr. Robinson’s cock.

“Oh yeah, fucking bitch.  God, you suck cock better than anyone. Oh fuck, tell me how big I am.”

“You’re huge Mr. Robinson,” I lied. “My mouth is so sore. Not sure how much I can take.”

“Mmm, yes, I’m too big for you, aren’t I? Yeah, take it. Take it all,” he said, pushing me further into his crotch. I groaned as my face was buried in his sweaty mass and I dug my finger in his ass sharply, making him jerk violently.

“Oh God,” he yelled. “Fuck. I’m going to cum,” he said, and pulled my head back. I was straining to suck him more but he held me with both hands. His veiny, throbbing dick was directly below my face and I saw his muscles tremble as the orgasmic energy surged through his body, culminating in a thick jet of fluid exploding. Say what I will about his small dick, but he had plenty of cum to go around. I felt the heat wash over me as I closed my eyes and waited for it to hit.

My boss shot his cum all over my face and groaned.

“God damn boy, what got into you? Fuck, that was good,” he said taking a few kleenexes from his box and handing them to me.

I wiped his cum off my face and worked up a smile. “Thanks, sir.”

“Fuck, if you’re going to blow me like that, I ought to have you fuck up like that again!” he chuckled, zipping up his pants.

My mouth was tired and I was on the floor, left with that empty feeling I always got after meaningless sex. Sure, it was hot in the middle of it, but afterward, I always felt so alone. I just wished I could finally meet someone who understood me and wanted to build a life with me. Maybe I didn’t have any money now, but I believed in myself and wanted to be with someone who believed in me, too and maybe even could open some doors for me.  I sighed. I’d blown off my one chance to date the hottest guy I knew and my boss had made it clear I wasn’t to talk to him, let alone go out on a date with him.

It’d be another lonely night in my cramped dormitory, just me and a bowl of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese.

CHAPTER THREE

The next day, my boss deemed it fitting for me to be stuck in his office, refiling his case folders. I was grateful for the internship and anything was better than fetching coffee and cleaning his toilets – both of which he’d had me do more often than not – but when was the action going to come? When would I get to interview witnesses or do investigation work like they did on TV? He’d made it clear it’d be awhile before I got to go to court again so I assumed giving him a blow job wasn’t sufficient enough of a punishment. I let out a yawn and my boss gave me the look of death. I was hungry and my stomach was grumbling. I was scared to ask my boss if he’d give me my thirty minutes because I didn’t want to be another victim of his 45 minute rants about the value of hard work.

That was when the doorbell rang.

“Who the hell is that?” he asked me as if it were my fault. “Did you schedule any appointments I didn’t know about?” he asked me, his mouth fixed in dissatisfaction.

“No, sir, not at all,” I told him, flipping through his schedule. “No, sir.”

“Well, find out who the hell it is and make them go away,” he told me as the bell rang again.

I placed my case folder down and raced through the office and out to the main lobby, swinging open the door. Some pizza guy with a baseball cap and uniform had two boxes of pizza in front of him. Had my boss grown a heart and wanted to surprise me with an actual meal?

“Mr. Robinson, your pizza is here!” I yelled back.

“I didn’t order any fucking pizza,” he yelled back.

“Well, it must be mix up,” I told him.

I took a look at the pizza delivery guy. For some reason, he looked familiar. “Sorry, he’ll be here in a—” I started to say then I stopped. I recognized that sexy smirk, blue eyes and dark hair under that baseball cap. It was Jack.

“Hungry?” he asked me.

“What? What are you doing here?” I asked him, nervous my boss would see him but oh so glad to see him, too.

“I wanted to see you again,” he told me. I stepped outside and shut the door slightly behind me.

“But you can’t just—” I said smiling.

“I can’t just what? I can do whatever the fuck I want and if I want to see the hottest guy I’ve seen in ages again, then I’m gonna do it,” he said.

I covered his mouth. “Ssh. Please. You’re going to get me fired.” I tried not to laugh but the whole thing would have been hilarious if it weren’t so frightening, too.

“What in the hell is going on around here?” my boss asked, yanking the door open and looking at us. I did the best I could not to look like a deer in the headlights but I wasn’t so sure how successful I was at that.

“Oh, he must have gotten lost,” I said, trying to cover the whole thing up.

“Is this 627 Walnut Street?” he asked.

“No, you idiot. It’s 423 Walnut. Can’t you read?” he said. My boss looked at him squinting his eyes. “Hey, don’t I know you?”

“No, I doubt it, Mr. Robinson. Well, we better get inside.” I told him.

“Well, how much are those pizzas?” Mr. Robinson asked.

“You know what? It was my mistake,” Jack said. “I’ll give you them both for free.”

My boss snatched them from him. “Well, good. That’s what I call customer service. Now, beat it.”

He started stuffing his face and turned around to head inside.

“Meet me in the back in three minutes,” Jack whispered to me.

“What? I can’t just—” I started to tell him as I watched to make sure my boss was inside.

“Meet me in back in three minutes or I’ll make you pay,” he said, raising his eyebrows seductively.

“Are you coming inside or what?” My boss barked at me.

“Yes, sir,” I said, racing inside.

“This pizza is too salty,” he said as he slammed the door shut.

“It is?” I said. “Well, I can get you something to drink. How about if I run to the store down the street and get you some Coke?”

“Well, as long as you’re paying for it,” he said. Cheap bastard.

“No problem. be back in fifteen, twenty minutes,” I told.

“Make it ten and hurry up,” he told me, his mouth full.

I slipped outside as quickly as I could, rounding the corner to go to the back of the building. It was already getting dark outside and I could hardly see a thing.

“Jack?” I whispered looking everywhere. “Jack, where are you?”

Fuck, I must have missed him. I dropped my hands on my thighs, frustrated. I’d lost him again. That’s when he came out of nowhere and slammed me against the building, devouring my lips in a kiss.

He was hot and heavy. His body pressed into me and his tongue was halfway down my throat. My body was being crushed against the wall. His arms were squeezing my shoulders tightly and his hips were pressing into me. God, I could feel his bulge and I was right, he was huge. I knew it was wrong but I just had to indulge myself for a minute. I was so scared of what Mr. Robinson would do if he caught us but that only made it all the more exciting. It was dangerous and forbidden but oh, so sweet. I succumbed to his kiss and was only held up by the fact that he was supporting me, for my knees had weakened more than they ever had and I felt like everything was draining out of me. Blood rushed through me to one place and I swear he smiled when he felt me swell up. He moved around to my neck and began playfully biting me and nibbling on my ear. I knew I’d be fucked if he gave me a hickey but, goddamn it felt so good.

“This is so wrong,” I whispered halfheartedly. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know you want it as much as me.” Just the thought that his hunk of a man wants me is enough to send me over the edge and I don’t even care what Mr. Robinson thinks. It’s been so damn long since I’ve been laid and I’m tired of sucking on Mr. Robinson’s tiny dick. He doesn’t want me anyway, doesn’t care about me; he just treats me like shit. He’d never risk himself and put on a disguise to come and visit me, not like Jack did.

“Oh, god,” I murmured.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he said, whispering in my ear. The low rumble of his voice turned me on so much. It was like thunder and I got a sense of how much power he had in him. His hands got tighter and I thought I was going to melt. I wanted him, I wanted his thick cock deep inside me, and I wanted to be split in two against this wall. My body and soul were screaming out for him but there was always the specter of Mr. Robinson hanging over us.

“I…can’t…” I said in a strained tone. “I gotta get back in ten minutes.”

“There’s plenty we can do in ten minutes,” he growled and a blast of hot breath washed over my neck. I lost all sense of time and it was damned lucky we were in the dark because if anyone had come across us we would have been thrown in the slammer for public indecency. His hands rushed over my body, pulling at my clothes. Mine clamped around his back. His hot lips ran over mine and our tongues danced together. I felt his broad shoulders and squeezed his thick biceps. Jack was a prime example of masculinity and I couldn’t stop moaning in contentment. His hips pushed deeper and deeper into me, pinning me against the wall. I found it hard to breathe but the pain made it even more intense and I found that my mouth moved more eagerly against his. My body writhed and twisted under his dominating power and at that moment I knew I was completely, utterly his. I would have done anything he asked. Jack’s bulge pressed against me, too, and it was like a steel rod in his pants, throbbing against me. I swear it was so hot I was afraid it was going to turn our clothes to ash. He gently swung his hips and his cock found mine. They pressed against each other and I felt so squashed. I wanted him in me, I wanted him to be a part of me.

“Ohhhh, Jack,” I moaned as we locked lips in another deep embrace. Passion sizzled all through my body and I knew that I had no choice but to surrender to it. It all crackled through and I was consumed by desire. He linked fingers with mine and pinned my hands to the wall. My chest was his and he leaned down, kissing my skin, pushing away the flaps of my shirt as he explored with his long tongue, flicking my nipples. I shivered at the sensation and the fact that this dream of a man was roaming over my body.

I gasped as he spun me around and slammed me against the wall again. His hands reached down to my ass, in between my jeans and my boxers, and he squeezed. I was so turned, on, rock hard, and so was he. He made satisfied sounds as he inspected my ass.

“This will do nicely,” he said as he leaned forward and spoke against my ear, sending me reeling again. Jack pulled my hand back and placed it on his cock. I groaned as my hand ventured round and felt the big protrusion. I squeezed his balls and then went down the pant leg, feeling the thick, bulging, hulking monstrosity. I’d never felt anything so big before; it was like something out of my dreams…or my nightmares. I finally reached the tip and pinched it in between my thumb and forefinger. Jack winced in pleasure at the sensation.

“You’re going to be a slave to my cock,” he said, again, deeply into my ear. “I’m going to fucking destroy you and you’re going to love every minute of it.” He was right. I wanted him. I kept groping at him and tried to turn around but he held me firmly against the wall.

“You’re going to be my toy and I’m going to do whatever I want to you, and you’re going to do exactly what I want,” he said. I only nodded, unable to muster the strength to speak, such was the overwhelming passion flowing between us. He reached around and grabbed my cock.

“Very nice,” he growled, cupping my balls in his hand. His fingers dug into my jeans and my body stiffened as he reached into my undercarriage. Then, he unbuttoned my jeans and I felt like I was going to faint. He unzipped my pants and teased me as the tips of his fingers ran along the top of my waist, dangerously close to my hard cock. They peeled my jeans away as they ran around my waist and then got back to my ass, squeezing my tight cheeks. He pulled them apart and pushed them together. I was putty in his hands and he was molding me like a piece of clay. As he massaged my ass, waves of pleasure rippled through me and then like a shot his fingers burst inside, sliding effortlessly into my tight ass. They were long and slender and they reached so far inside me I thought they were going to come out of my throat. He tickled me and my whole body trembled, orgasmic energy quickly building throughout and surging through me like crashing waves.

I leaned against the wall and let him play with me until he grew tired and turned me around again. My jeans were hanging off my dick and he just looked down at his. I reached down and unleashed his. My eyes widened as I wrapped my arms around his thick, wide cock and, unlike when I went down on Mr. Robinson, I didn’t have to feign my surprise at how big it was. I squeezed and massaged it and licked my lips.

“Kiss it sweetly,” he said, so I bent down and softly placed my lips upon it, tracing kisses along the pulsing veins that throbbing behind the tight, stretched skin. I took the tip in my mouth and began to suck gently. It was everything I had dreamed of, filling my mouth way more than Mr. Robinson ever had, and damn if it wasn’t so fucking satisfying. I wanted to suck on him all night but we only had ten minutes. The sweetest ten minutes I had ever known.

“Time’s running out,” he said, and pulled me up, turning me around. I felt him slap his cock around my ass as he placed a forearm against the back of my neck to hold me securely against the wall. His mushroom tip circled my asshole and I felt the tip just about to go in. My eyes squeezed shut as I prepared myself for the onslaught of his raging cock. But then I saw a shaft of light hit us and my eyes opened in panic, and suddenly the color drained from my face and my heart ramped up its anxious beating as my whole world threatened to collapse around me.

“What in the fuck!” my boss said out of the blue, shining a flashlight on us.

We froze.

My lips quivered. “I… Mr. Robinson… I—” I started to say.

“I knew I recognized you, you shady fucker,” my boss said, pointing at him. “Samuel, come with me.”

Jack slid his cock from under me and I zipped up my pants, following my boss with a bowed head. I looked back for a second as if to apologize to Jack. He looked just as apologetic to me. We both knew it was the beginning of the end for me, my job, and my potential future. A blow job to Mr. Robinson wasn’t going to cut it this time.

CHAPTER FOUR

My boss put me on a two-week suspension but I knew it was only a matter of time before he just fired me. He’d done things like that before. I’d seen him do it, stretch out the punishment, give a staffer hope and then fire their ass. He was evil like that. What was worse was I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to Jack. I didn’t have his phone number or any way to contact him and even if I had, it would ruin any chance that I’d at least get a letter of recommendation from Mr. Robinson for my next job. If there was a next job.

I felt like my life was ruined as I stared at the plain, concrete dormitory walls. The dorm was barely big enough for me to stretch out into and hardly habitable. At this pace, though, this would be all I could afford for awhile, if ever.

I stared up at the ceiling, grabbing a Nerf ball from the side of my bed and bouncing it on the ceiling. It was only a matter of time before the neighbors upstairs complained about the ball but I couldn’t give a fuck. I needed something to help me vent my frustration. It was either that or jack off but I didn’t want to do that alone. It’d only remind me of Jack and how hot of a time we had sneaking in the back of the building, even if we did get caught.

I thought back to it and it brought a smile to my face and a stir to my cock. I missed him. Not just because of the hot sex, but there was something about him that made me feel connected to him. He had a confidence in him that I loved. He was comfortable in his own skin and that was something you rarely saw in guys around our age. But he also had a vulnerability I could see in his eyes, a softness encased in masculinity that I wanted to get to know even better.

What was I thinking? I wasn’t going to see him again. I bounced that Nerf ball against the ceiling as hard as I could, as loud as I could. I dared anybody to say anything.

Someone pounded on my door. Just wanted I needed. I wanted someone to let all my steam out and I knew I was looking for a fight. I swung my door open.

“What the fuck do you want?” I said but then I saw him.

Jack. Looking hot as ever.

“Is that how you greet all your visitors?” he said with that sexy smirk of his.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. “How did you...? Where did you...?”

“I’ve got my ways of finding out the things I need to know. Don’t worry about it. Save the questions for later,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “We’ve got to pick up where we left off.”

He went to grab me in an embrace and kissed me hard on the lips but I managed to push him away.

“No. What the fuck? I’m in crisis here. I’m breaking down. What are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing. I’m doing what we both want. I’m doing what we should have done already. I’m not going to let that fucker take you away from me. Not again. He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t want you, not like I do. Don’t let him ruin this,” he said. There was a fire burning in his deep, mysterious eyes and I was drawn into it.

“I’m just so messed up right now,” I confessed. It had been so long since I had been intimate with someone, like really, truly intimate. In that moment he softened; I must have looked so pathetic to him. He reached out a hand and caressed my cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers. I closed my eyes and turned my head into them, loving the comforting warmth of his flesh. He ran his hand down my shoulders and arm, finally linking with my hand, squeezing my palm gently.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he said, pulling me into him. I wrapped my arms around him and we hugged, standing in the middle of the room for a long time. I found myself being lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing. My hands went around his back while he cradled my head. I drowned in his thick, masculine scent and breathed deeply. My heart rate increased although I was calming down. I was less angry, and just being held in his arms made me relax. I had almost forgotten the joy that came with being next to someone you had a connection with and although we’d only seen each other a handful of times, I just knew that there was something special between us, something almost magical.

Jack leaned back a little and tilted my head up. He looked deeply into my eyes and then leaned in for a kiss. My lips parted and found his, and we made out, our bodies pressing closer together second by second. Soon enough, passion stirred within and we both felt the heat rise and we were taken back to our little session before, where we had left business unfinished.

Our kissing was broken up by him pushing me down to the bed. I gasped as the mattress bounced as I landed on it. I went to get back up but he slowly shook his head, a sly smile creeping over his face. He pulled off his shirt and I was left agape at the good shape he was in. I had no idea that his physique was so flawless, with a smooth chest and a flat stomach that housed rippling abs. I sat and watched in anticipation as he stripped away the rest of his clothes. He peeled off his jeans and flung them to the side, then spun around, giving me a view of his broad back and firm butt. Jack then slowly pushed his boxers down around his ankles and as he revealed every inch of his wide cock my eyes bulged, until it finally sprung forward. If my mouth hadn’t already dropped, it would have fallen to the floor right there and then. I had already felt it and sucked it and kissed it, but that was in the darkness and my vision had been hazy because of the way he had made me feel. Now I could see Jack in his full glory and it was like someone had chiseled him out of marble. I drank his whole body in, from his perfectly cut hair to those full lips, down to his toned body, finally resting on his long, throbbing cock. It stood out in front of him, tall and proud, and the eye was begging me to come and suck it. Jack placed his hands on his hips and posed for me.

“You okay? You look a bit dazed,” he said, almost laughing.

I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell him how fucking sexy he looked but I was so awestruck, I couldn’t say anything. It was like my higher functions were made completely numb and all I could do was go on instinct. He came forward, stepping towards me and I licked my lips as I edged towards the end of the bed and welcomed him into my mouth. I curled my fingers around his thick shaft and took the swollen tip in my mouth, kissing and sucking. My tongue swirled around as my other hand rested on his sinewy thigh. I kept my eyes open and looked upwards at him, locking my gaze with his. His hand came down and cradled the back of my neck as he watched me suck him off. I got so into it that I sucked hard and fast. Drool slipped through the corners of my mouth and foamy saliva coated his cock, making it glisten in the light. I stroked and massaged it, rubbing it with my hand. I jerked him off and it felt so damn good in my hand and I rubbed it all over my face, feeling the heat. He tasted so sweet I couldn’t get enough. I gasped and my chest heaved as I sucked and made love to him with my tongue. I bent down and licked a line all the way down to his balls, going up and down and coolly blowing on it. The change in temperature sent shivers along his dick and I felt him tremble.

I took his balls in between my mouth as my earlier fantasy became reality. They were soft and fleshy and I kissed them softly as my mouth moved deeper in between his thighs. My hand continued to stroke and massage his mighty dick as my lips tasted his shadowy depths. He groaned and moaned and I could sense that I was turning him on so much, and that only served to turn me on more. My hand fell from my thigh and fondled my own hard package. I squeezed and toyed with myself; we were so rock hard and I had to give out one last moan before I gagged myself on his cock, taking in every inch until I had the whole swollen thing in my mouth. It had flattened my tongue to the base of my mouth and I couldn’t move anything, but damn was it hot as I hung on the end of it. I jerked myself off at the same time, and oh god, it was so intense. I’d never felt so turned on by any man before.

I released him and heard a long satisfied moan as his cock shot back. I went back to his balls and then travelled further underneath, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I could. I could taste his sexual sweat as I ran my tongue and lips along his undercarriage, that stretch of skin between the balls and the asshole that gave so much pleasure, and I kept a hold of his cock as I moved underneath him, getting closer and closer until I started eating out his ass. I felt a strong rumble as his whole body shuddered. I finally let his cock go and brought my hand down to stroke his undercarriage and then I grabbed his ass, separating his cheeks so I could get even deeper in. I was now fully behind him, burying myself in him so deeply I could easily reach his sweet spot and tease and tantalize him. I felt him tense and moan as the orgasmic energy simmered inside. He remained standing as he let me pleasure him in this manner, until he eventually turned around. He leaned down and pulled off my shirt, then pushed me down to the floor as he kissed the length of my body. His hands worked swiftly and pulled away my jeans, and I was naked, completely at his mercy. I lay on the floor as he massaged my hard cock and kissed my stomach. He turned his body around and I reached out my arms to guide him down slowly.

I gulped as his monster cock descended and I had to get it in my mouth. It made me gag but I took it, and then I groaned in submission as he lowered himself down and took my cock in his mouth, gorging on it hungrily. I felt his saliva drip down in long streams, trickling over my balls and thighs as he sucked hard and fast, bringing me closer and closer to that sweet delight. I couldn’t see anything but I could feel every whip of the tongue and every deliciously sharp nibble of his teeth. Waves of pleasure shuddered through me and I began fingering him again, while his monstrous cock was still sitting in between my lips, getting more and more soaked with saliva.

When he rose I was disappointed, for my cock felt the cold embrace of the outside air, which was quite a contrast to the warmth of his wet and tender mouth. However, I was glad that I could breathe properly again and I tried to catch my breath, although I soon found myself being hauled up onto the bed. He flung me down and then he clambered on top of me, kissing me fiercely as we were consumed by passion. Our limbs entwined together and our bodies merged into one as we smacked lips and groped each other, exploring every inch of each other’s body with our fingers, dancing over our sizzling skin. I drowned in his taste and his smell and his very essence and all thoughts of the rest of my life were ripped from me. There was only him and me and at that second that was my whole world.

He twisted me around and we climbed to the top of the bed where he sat against the headboard. The mattress creaked as we moved and I thought it might collapse. I couldn’t afford a new bed at all but fuck, I wouldn’t have cared. I straddled Jack and our cocks slid against each other; they kissed as we kissed and then he turned me around again. His big hands held my side as he guided me onto his wide cock and I found myself being lowered down upon him. It split my ass as it plunged inside and I descended down. I groaned in exquisite pain as I felt it break me. I got louder and louder until I was screaming. He was kissing my shoulders and back and he pulled my hair so my head arched back as he started thrusting. Everything became blurry as he fucked me hard and deep, deeper than I had ever experienced.

A wildfire spread through my body as I felt him fuck me. It was just as he’d said: I was his toy and he could do whatever he wanted with me. I was a ragdoll, being tossed up and down as I bounced on his thick member, feeling it raw and red inside me. His anguished groans met my ears and mingled with my own moans in the air. I swear the air sizzled around us, heated up by all of our scorching passion. He fucked me like that for god knows how long. I was delirious by the end of it, especially since his hand moved down and started jerking me off as well. I could barely remember it; all I knew was that at one point I felt myself convulse and then I exploded. A shower of cum shot up and covered my chest and his hand and it was all so milky and thick and it mingled with the sweat on my body. I was all sticky and sweet and still being fucked by this massive thing, and then he got faster and faster and I didn’t know if I could handle it, like that part on a rollercoaster when it starts going real fast and you want to get off but you know you can’t, so I was there, being fucked to death and then a mighty howl came rumbling from him as his grip tightened around my body, holding me in place as he spurted like a raging volcano. I felt his body tremble and convulse as the shots burst inside me, filling up my ass with his thick, creamy juice that left sweat pouring down my body as I collapsed against him, broken and spent and raw. I reached up a weak arm and stroked his leg and twisted my neck around. He leaned forward, too and our sweat-stained foreheads slid slickly against each other. His chest heaved against mine and I felt his heart beating like thunder. We looked into each other’s eyes and shared a sweet kiss. We could taste each other on our lips, and we barely had any energy left, but we were happy and content, and I knew that I could quite happily be content to kiss him forever.

I held on to him, dripping in sweat, catching my breath.

“Jesus Christ, where’d you learn to do that shit?” I asked him, basking in the glorious memories while his cock was still lodged inside of me.

“I told you, I’m a Scorpio,” he said, kissing me tenderly, that smile of his warming my heart.

“I can tell,” I said.

“And how would you know? There haven’t been any other Scorpio sniffing around here, have there?”

“No, no Scorpios,” I teased.

“Better not be anybody else. Not around my boyfriend,” he said.

“Boyfriend?” I said, blushing.

He nodded. “If that’s what you want.”

I nodded. “I’d like that actually.”

“Good, then you’ll like what else I have to offer you.” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I felt really bad about the internship thing with Mr. Douche-y Robinson, so I talked to my boss and he wants to hire you.”

“Are you serious?” I said, my eyes lighting up.

“But not as an unpaid intern. He needs an assistant. A paid assistant.”

“Oh, my God!” I said, practically jumping up and down.

“Starts only at fifty grand a year but—” he smiled.

“Fifty fucking grand?” I said, almost misty eyed.

“We’ll have to move you out of this dump, though. Can’t have one of our associates living in a rat hole.”

I kissed him tenderly, my eyes watering. “Thank you.”

“Aww, babe. Don’t cry,” he said, wiping my tear-soaked eyes. “This is just the beginning. I promise you, just the beginning.”

THE END

Enjoy an excerpt to another Jamie Lake romance read…

What Happens in Rome …

Just Don't Tell My Boyfriend

by Jamie Lake

Want more free M/M Books? Click here

Why Fabrizio had to be wearing gym pants and sitting next to him, his bulge in full view, Jordan didn’t know.  But what he did know was this hot Italian man zipping his car in and out of the streets of Rome like a pro was going to be trouble for him if he didn’t keep his eyes straight ahead. Traffic was congested like any other city around the world around this time, just as dusk was about to set in, but Italians were notoriously insane drivers and they’d already had half a dozen close calls.

It was supposed to be a romantic getaway for him and his boyfriend but for Jordan, the whole trip had been a disaster. Bryan, his boyfriend, was spoiled. Yes, that he knew, but he’d practically ruined their whole trip.  He’d done nothing but bitch and complain since they’d arrived in Rome and to be honest, this time away from Bryan, with just him and Fabrizio in the tight little Smart Car, was a welcome relief.

“Anywhere in particular?” Fabrizio, his hot Italian assistant, asked in his raspy, melodic accent.

“No, just drive,” Jordan said, trying to ignore his dark, thick, wavy hair and the darker, bushy eyebrows that framed his face.

“Anything the matter?” Fabrizio asked with concern. He shifted into another gear and swung a corner so hard Jordan had to hold on to something. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all. It’s not you at all,” Jordan said, feeling bad that he was passing his problems along to Fabrizio. He rolled down the window to get a clearer view of the city.  Ancient buildings made of marble, thousands of years old. Rome, there just wasn’t anything like it. He knew he was lucky to have found Fabrizio off of Craigslist, of all places. He wanted someone reliable to be his personal assistant, someone who knew Rome like the back of his hand and could pick them up and take them into the city every day. 

It’d been years since he’d been in the city and soaked in its culture -- those cobblestone roads, the way the sunset over the ruins, the pasta, and of course, the hot men.  He sighed.  Thank God Fabrizio had answered his ad and wasn’t a flake. He was eye candy at the very least and, besides, it was cheaper and easier than renting a car and trying to maze through the chaotic streets near the Palladium Hotel where they were staying. Seemed like a good idea at the time but once Bryan saw just how hot Fabrizio looked -- those light colored eyes and those pink, full lips -- he got jealous almost immediately.

Jordan couldn’t blame him.  Fabrizio was a hunk, that was for sure. In his late 20s, he was a little bit shorter than him but had a body to die for. There were those strong biceps that were exposed by his rolled up sleeves, that olive complexion no doubt earned from sunning in the isle of Sicily like he’d told him he’d done recently.  Jordan loved that long Italian nose of his. It was unique, and he’d always heard the larger the nose, the larger the cock. Fabrizio simply made the men in International Male magazine look like trolls in comparison, plus he always had this sexy smirk on his face.  It was the type of smirk that told Jordan that maybe he wasn’t quite as innocent as he pretended to be.  The type of look that told him he was probably thinking dirty thoughts, thoughts best left unsaid. Thoughts that would only tempt Jordan into doing something wrong, something he’d be riddled with guilt for afterward. But it did cross his mind: maybe it’d be worth it? He could just imagine how great Fabrizio must be in bed. His friends who had come to the city pretty much just for fuck-tours had come back raving about Italian men. Evidently, not only were they well-endowed but they knew how to use the tools God gave them, unlike Jordan’s long-term boyfriend, Bryan. Their relationship had only gone from bad to worse the last couple of years and they were well past the two-year itch. It felt stalled, like it needed something or someone to breathe life into it and Jordan had tried everything -- special dinners, surprise spa treatments, jewelry -- but nothing seemed to make Bryan happy. Finally, Jordan resolved that he had to make himself happy if he was going to stay in this relationship.  So, he’d be lying if he didn’t say this trip to Italy was more for him than his partner.

“Glad, you’re not mad at me.  I hoped I didn’t mess up,” Fabrizio said, interrupting his thoughts. “I kind of need the money.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t fire you. You’ve been nothing but great,” Jordan comforted. “Why? What’s going on?”

“It’s just my girlfriend she …” he went on to say something but Jordan didn’t know what after the word girlfriend. Although he had his own boyfriend, Jordan would have been lying if he didn’t admit that he’d thought about being with Fabrizio more than half a dozen times since they’d landed there a few days ago.  He’d kind of hoped he was gay, or at least bi. It was for the best,  he thought to himself. He should keep his hands and mouth to himself. But then again … you only come to Rome once in a lifetime…

He sighed, looking out the window. The flurry of cream colored buildings blurred past them. His mind began to drift, thinking about how nice it would be to just escape from it all and live here. Maybe find some hot Italian man and run away, spending his free days and nights in another man’s embrace. Someone without all the drama, someone who knew how to please him, who knew how to touch those special spots that they’d discover together; spots he had no idea existed. He yanked on his seatbelt tighter, trying to bring himself back to reality.

“Well, I hope it all works out,” Jordan mumbled, his heart not in the statement. But he knew it was the right thing to say.

“Bryan doesn’t like me, does he?” Fabrizio asked, frowning.

“Why would you say that?” Jordan asked. The hottie was perceptive, more than just a pretty face. That was clear.

“I don’t know, just the way he looks at me.” Fabrizio shrugged. Ah, he was a macho sensitive guy. Jordan had a soft spot for butch men who were big old softies inside. They often felt they could let their hair down with gay men and truly be themselves. Having been in that situation more than once, Jordan had to keep his defenses up.  A couple of drinks later and a hug for support could quickly turn into a makeout session or more with the right hot guy.

“He’s just … “ Jordan started to explain, shifting in the passenger seat, not sure how to put it.

“Jealous?” Fabrizio suggested, raising his eyebrows.

“I was going to say ‘difficult’ but yes, jealous,” Jordan chuckled.

“I don’t blame him,” Fabrizio said, looking Jordan up and down and licking his lips slightly.

“What do you mean?” Jordan asked, getting a twinge of a feeling that there might be more to Fabrizio statement, something between the lines.

“If I had you as a boyfriend, I’d be jealous too. I mean, I’d keep you by my side at all times.”

Jordan blushed. Was Fabrizio flirting with him or was he just being polite? Just the possibility of it made his cock swell a little. He really needed to get laid and fast before he got himself in trouble. Good luck with him getting any from Bryan; he hadn’t spread his legs for him in months. He had to stop reading into it. Fabrizio was probably just being nice but then again, Jordan had heard how liberal and fluid European men were about sexuality and he often wondered if that was true.

“Well, thank you,”  Jordan answered, though he was keeping his questions and comments to himself. He knew asking what he really wanted to ask could only open a can of worms that he needed not dip into. So he leaned back a little and rolled down the window slightly. It was getting too hot in the car, and he had a feeling it wasn’t coming from the weather.

“Anytime,” Fabrizio said, patting Jordan on the thigh, awfully close to his cock. Fuck, Jordan was getting an instant hard-on. Why here? Why now?

Cold thoughts, cold thoughts, Jordan thought to himself. It was probably just an innocent remark, an innocent gesture, Jordan kept telling himself. Maybe it was an Italian thing.

Want to read more of this story...Click Here!

Want to read more quickie books by Jamie Lake? Click here

"Want a free AUDIOBOOK? click here"

"If you liked this book, please leave a REVIEW. Reviews are the lifeblood for authors."

Jamie's Books  Jamie's Facebook  Jamie's Twitter

Jamie's Goodreads Jamie's Pinterest