Page 44 of The Fire

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You smell like my soapeverywhere, Parker.Do you have any idea how hot that is?”

“Show me,” I said, staring down at him. His eyes lifted to mine, questioning. “Show me,” I repeated.

Jamie got the message and pulled back so he could push his sweatpants down. No unicorn boxers on him, I noticed. No fucking underwear at all, andholy hell, I was never gonna be able to see him in those pants again without—

“Yes!”

Jamie wrapped his hand around me again. The other hand, he lifted to my mouth. “Lick it, Parker.”

Who knew those particular words, out of the hundreds of thousands in the English language, were my own personalabracadabra? My ownalohomora?

Jamie did, apparently. Because I could no more have disobeyed him than I could have sprouted wings.

I licked his hand, taking my time, sucking each finger into my mouth with exactly the same care and attention I wanted to give his cock, running my tongue along all the grooves of his palm. His eyes were onfireby the time I was done, and I was glad. I wanted him to burn.

Jamie moved his wet hand down to grip himself, jerking both our cocks with the same sure and steady rhythm, and I swear to God, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Teenaged Parker would’ve come all over himself at the sight.

Hell, adult Parker was pretty fucking close.

I closed my eyes again, trying to hang on… until I felt the heat of Jamie’s mouth envelop me again, and I knew I was a goner.

“Jamie! I can’t—” I said, bucking my hips against his face. “I have to—”

Jamie moaned in encouragement, his head moving faster, his lips gripping me harder, and I could hear theslap slap slapof his spit-slick hand picking up pace as he worked himself.

I knew this man. I trusted him. He made me insane and he made me angry, but Jesus God, no one had ever, ever made me feel like I was flying half outside my body the way Jamie did. And I might never have this feeling again, but I had it now, and I gave myself over to it entirely.

“Fuck!” I screamed as I came, and then I whimpered Jamie’s name as I felt him swallowing me down.

My knees pretty much gave out after that, and I ended up half kneeling, with one leg kicked out between the wall and Jamie’s body. Jamie licked his lips, like he was savoring the taste. His glazed eyes never left mine, and his left hand never slowed down.

So damn hot.

I pushed at his good shoulder once and then again, until he finally sprawled on his back, yelping as his back hit the floor.

“Problem?” I demanded, pulling his pants down farther so I could kneel between his bent knees.

“Yeah! Tile is fuckingcold.”

I braced one hand on the floor by his hip and looked up at him. “Poor baby,” I said with saccharine sympathy. “Let me make it better?”

I drew a single fingertip up the hard, ruddy length of him.

“Holy God,” Jamie breathed, bucking up as I licked my lips and stared at his cock.

I couldn’t help but laugh, andshitwhen was the last time I’d laughed this much during sex? Had I ever?

“Actually, I usually go byParker,”I informed him. “But unlike some people, I’m willing to respond to appropriate nicknames.”

Then I sucked him down with a smile on my face until he was spilling, salty and sweet, in my mouth.

“Come here,” Jamie said, the instant I’d pulled off. “Come here. Comerighthere.” He grabbed me under the arms and yanked, settling me on top of him.

I looked at him strangely. “I’m kinda heavy, He-Man,” I reminded him. “And sticky too.”

“Floor’s still cold,” he said, by way of explanation, then he kissed me, all slow and gentle, while we both caught our breaths.

“We might have a problem,” I said a few minutes later.