Page 26 of Murder & Mayhem (Bloody Desires #9)

I managed to keep my hands down and out of his way as he fumbled with my button.

It wasn’t easy, as it took longer than I would like for him to finally get the zipper and my pants far enough out of the way for my cock to spring free.

But it was important that Jamie did this.

Even if he wanted me to take charge, he needed to set the pace and understand that he was truly the one in charge, always.

It hadn’t been that long ago that I’d known that helpless, trapped feeling all too well.

We hadn’t spoken about it, but I had a feeling Jamie had very little, if any sexual experience that had been his choice, and I refused to rush or pressure him in any way.

My cock stood hard and heavy, pointed up toward my belly. “Fuck,” Jamie whispered, his eyes wide. His fingers flexed and he made a move toward it but stopped himself. I cupped the back of his neck and kissed him softly.

“Whatever you want, beautiful. If you want to touch, go ahead. If you’d rather watch me, then that’s okay too.”

“Do you—” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Do you have lube or something? I don’t want to hurt you.”

I ran my thumb softly over his cheekbone. “You won’t. I promise. Spit works wonders for jerking off.”

He shook his head but then nodded. “Help me, please? I want to touch you, but I want to make it feel good. Do what you like. I-I don’t know how.”

I smiled down at this sweet, perfect boy .

“Is that what you want, to make Da—me feel good?” I caught myself before the word Daddy fully slipped.

Jamie was absolutely not ready for that.

If I ever brought it up to him, it would be when we were having a serious conversation, not in the bathroom of a diner when we were distracted by our lust and need.

Jamie bit his lower lip and made an affirmative sound deep in his throat.

Groaning, I nipped along his jawline before pulling back far enough that I could spit in my hand. I coated myself enough so that Jamie wasn’t concerned, but that was the least of my worries. I was so hard by now that I’d have to control myself to not spill the second his hand touched me.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Wrap your hand around me.” Jamie sucked in a breath but did as I said. His touch was so light and gentle. He looked up at me with large eyes, waiting for more instructions. Fuck, he was perfect.

“Good boy. You can grip tighter. I like it rough. Perfect, like that.”

I wrapped my hand around his. “Is this okay, beautiful?”

“Y-yes. Please. Show me. I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t. Trust me, if all you did was hold me, I’d still likely spill my load. I’ve been hard since yesterday.”

A little bit of that personality I was beginning to love peeked through as he grinned at me. “Believe me, I know.”

I nipped at him again. “Brat.” I made sure all the affection and pleasure I felt was clear in my tone. I could tell he had some confusion around that word, and this wasn’t the time to get into the whole Daddy/brat dynamic.

His hand was so small, or maybe mine was just big, but I was able to easily wrap mine around his.

It surprised me how intimate this felt. What we were doing was on the innocent side of the scale of sexuality, at least from my experience, yet I felt more of a connection than I ever had buried balls deep in any of the men I’d slept with in the past.

“Relax, beautiful, and feel what you do to me, how hard you make me.”

Jamie’s eyes closed for a moment and his shoulders rose and fell with deep breaths. I waited, not moving an inch, even though I was dying inside, until I was sure he was ready. When Jamie opened his eyes, he seemed more relaxed than I’d ever seen him.

“Show me how to please you. Please, Dominic.” Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to turn that Dominic into a Daddy.

“Of course, baby boy. Follow my lead.”

I moved my hand, guiding Jamie’s on how I liked to be jerked off. I talked him through it as well, which I never expected to be hot, but I was enjoying it more than I expected.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You can grip a little tighter. Good boy. Nice and long strokes. Fuuuck. That feels so good. You’re killing me in all the best ways. Let’s go a little faster. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck. So perfect, baby boy. You’re so fucking perfect.”

We continued like that, me talking him through it, Jamie panting and rocking his hips with each movement. My free hand found its way down his body and squeezed his hip. Jamie moaned.

“Are you close, Dominic?” he asked, his voice breathy.

“Very. You feel so good.”

He hadn’t made any attempt to release his own cock from the confines of his pants. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

I cautiously let my thumb dip under his waistband to touch bare skin, keeping eye contact the whole time.

Jamie tensed but didn’t say a word. “Is this okay, beautiful? Remember, you can tell me no any time. ”

It took him a second to answer, though his hand never stopped jerking me off. “Y-you can touch me. I want you to touch me.” He swallowed and looked away. “I-I’m not hard, but it doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself. I-I think I’m broken.”

That was something I would be bringing up later. I removed my hand that was covering his so that I could thread my fingers in his hair and tilt his head up. I needed to see his eyes for this.

“Listen to me, baby boy. You’re not broken. Whatever is going on, we’ll figure it out. As long as you’re comfortable and enjoying my touch, enjoying touching me, then it’s okay. I won’t stop.”

He blinked but then increased his pace, causing me to hiss with the uptick in pleasure. “I-I like it a lot.”

It was all I needed to hear. My lips covered his as my hand on his hip slipped farther down his pants and covered his ass.

I stayed away from his dick until we could talk about it more, but Jamie pushed into my hold as I squeezed the top of his ass with my fingertips.

I wished I could get a better grip, but the skin on skin was enough. My orgasm started to build.

“I’m close,” I whispered into his mouth. “Do you want me to finish myself off?”

“No. I want to do it. Please.” The last word was nearly a whine, and Jamie’s hips hitched.

“I’ll never say no to you touching me,” I told him before kissing him again.

It hit me like a freight train. I somehow managed to mutter the word, “Coming,” before I shot my load all over Jamie’s hand and my stomach.

I should have probably made an effort to contain it better, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.

All I could focus on was Jamie’s hand and the little, breathy moans of pleasure coming from him just from touching me, pleasing me.

Jamie let go before I fully finished. Sensing he needed space, I backed off and quickly gave myself a few final tugs until I was sensitive and started to soften. Jamie was watching me with heated eyes. He seemed . . . conflicted, but not panicked, and was present, which had been a worry for me.

“Talk to me, Jamie,” I said calmly, carefully. “What are you thinking now? What do you need?”

His eyes were focused on my dick and the cooling cum on my belly. He shook his head, clearing it, and that was when he noticed that some of my release had landed on his hand. He brought it close to his lips, and fuck if that didn’t make my dick want to twitch again.

He hesitated. “Can I . . . I want to taste it. I never want to taste it.”

Fuck. “Only if you want to. I can get you a paper towel?”

Something like annoyance flashed across his features, and then Jamie very determinedly brought his hand to his lips and licked the cum there.

“Jesus fuck,” I whispered, forcing myself to keep the space between us even though all I wanted to do was touch him.

He seemed to be in some kind of haze, solely focused on his task and nothing else. When he finally finished, he looked at me, a little surprised. “It, you taste good. Salty, but I didn’t gag.”

I didn’t know what to say about that, and luckily Jamie didn’t expect words. Before I could even think of a good response that wouldn’t be triggering or send me into a full-out rage, Jamie was kneeling in front of me.

Remembering how viscerally he reacted yesterday to kneeling, my first response was to pull him to his feet, but Jamie stopped me. “Touch me, please, Dominic. I need to remember it’s you.”

“You don’t have to do this, baby boy,” I reminded him, my hand lightly caressing his face. I was careful to keep my touch light and not possessive, letting him have plenty of space to break free if the panic started.

“I know. It’s why I want to. I-I want to clean you up?” He said it more like a question instead of a statement. I nodded.

Jamie paused and then his tongue was caressing the sensitive skin under my belly button, and then a little lower, cleaning the release stuck in the hairs before finally moving to my shaft and balls.

My cock was very sensitive, but there was no fucking way I would stop him and make him think what he was doing was wrong.

“So good, beautiful. Fuck, Jamie. You’re so fucking good.”

He smiled, his whole body relaxing. As soon as he was done, he scrambled to his feet, like being on his knees a second longer would send him spiraling. Still, he’d done it. He was taking back his life and his sexual desires, even if he didn’t totally realize it yet.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and kissed him. I could taste my own release on his lips and tongue, but it only made it better.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, but eventually I forced myself to pull away. “We really need to go. I’m surprised we haven’t been interrupted yet.”

Jamie’s cheeks flushed when he remembered where we were. “Oh my god,” he moaned, embarrassed, and buried his face in my chest.

I laughed. “It’s okay. I’m sure we’re not the first to take advantage of the bathroom like this.” It had brought more attention to us than I would’ve liked, but it had been worth it.

Both of us hurried to clean up and look presentable again.

I closed my pants, grateful that they seemed to be unscathed, and I had lifted my shirt, so I was good there too.

We walked out of the bathroom hand in hand.

There was no point trying to hide it. I was sure everyone in the place knew what had been going on by that point.

Hushed whispers stopped suddenly as we walked out, and all eyes immediately turned to us. Had we been louder than we’d thought?

I walked confidently to the counter to pay, not ashamed, Jamie practically hiding behind me. I smiled at the waitress. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed.

I handed her cash. “Is everything okay?”

She startled and then forced her eyes from Jamie. “Oh, um, sure.” Her eyes then flashed to the bathroom door.

“I apologize for what happened in there. We’re leaving now.” I also gave a larger tip.

She shook her head but was staring at Jamie even as she took my money. “It’s, um, fine.”

I took Jamie’s hand and led the poor, mortified boy out and to our car.

“Oh my god,” he whisper-yelled. “I can never go back there again.”

I laughed. He probably never would anyway. “It’s okay. We’ll be the highlight of that place for months.”

Jamie hid his face in my shoulder. “Oh. My. God. I can’t believe they heard us.”

Working purely on instinct, I leaned over and kissed the side of his head. Jamie whimpered, but happily.

“Let’s go, sweetheart. It’s still a few hours to the shore house. Let’s get there so we can make plans and get your brother back.”