As Jamie turned to look at William, a flash of white caught his eye. He followed the silk shirt and discovered a pair of dark copper eyes staring at him. Jamie inhaled softly as a slow shudder of desire slid through him from the intense look in the man’s eyes.
Ooohhh...now this one would know how to play. Jamie knew it by the glint in the man’s eyes and the thickness of his hands. He had no doubt this one could give him what he wanted, what he needed.
“I want that one,” Jamie said to Danny without taking his eyes off the man.
“Which one?” Danny turned his head to look. “Oh, no, you don’t want that one, Jamie, take my word for it. Simon is...well, Simon just isn’t the one for you.”
“Why not? Is he straight? Married? Involved? What?” Jamie asked.
Danny shook his head. “No, not exactly, but he’s...he’s intense. More intense than I think you’re ready for.”
“What’s he into?” Jamie’s curiosity got the best of him. He had to know. He hadn’t had someone affect him like this in a long time. His heart raced. His palms broke out with sweat. More importantly, his cock throbbed and begged for an introduction.
“Look, Jamie, I don’t know Simon very well. He’s a friend of Dante’s, but I’ve heard things.” Danny placed his hand on Jamie’s arm. “He’s not into anything weird, at least not by your standards, but he prefers submissive partners. Very submissive.”
“I can do submissive,” Jamie whispered. Just the thought of being submissive under Simon’s strong muscular body gave him the shivers. Very tall and well defined, Simon looked to be at least six foot two. At five foot nine, Jamie would be in heaven.
“Not like this, you can’t,” Danny assured him. “There’s no power on earth to hold your tongue when you get pissed off and you know it. It would never work.”
“So, I’m a sarcastic bitch. That doesn’t mean I can’t do submissive,” Jamie replied. “Besides, have you seen the size of that man’s hands? They’re perfect!”
“Oh, I swear to God, you and your penchant for getting spanked.” Danny groaned. “Honey, you’ve got to expand your horizons a little; try out some other kink.”
“Uh-uh, I like that one too much.” Jamie chuckled and turned to look at Danny. “Have you ever had your ass reddened by a large, thick hand swatting you over and over until you feel it all of the way through?”
Danny’s eyes widened. “Oh, TMI, my friend,” he laughed, holding up his hand to stop Jamie. “I’m serious about Simon, Jamie. He’s into a lot more than you are. Spanking is nothing compared to what he wants in a partner.”
“What? Are we talking candle wax on the nipples or something?” Jamie raised an eyebrow and looked from Simon to Danny. .
“Uh, no. I think I’m safe in saying there is no candle wax involved, but there might be a few other toys.”
“Toys?” Jamie asked. “I love toys.”
“Restraints, whips, plugs, clamps, rings. I could go on, you know.”
Jamie looked at Simon again and his eyes widened at the smirk on Simon’s face. Oh, this man definitely had possibilities. Jamie might never have indulged in the heavier toys before, but for this man he’d consider it.
“Come on, Jamie, let me introduce you to William,” Danny said as he pulled on Jamie's arm. “You’ll like him.”
Jamie shook his head. “Nope, I found what I want for Christmas and he’s sitting right over there.”
“Jamie... ” Danny said.
Jamie ignored him and walked toward the man he’d set his sights on, stopping once he stood directly in front of him. He waited for the Simon to look up while every pickup line he could think of ran through his head.
“Hi, my name’s Jamie. I realize Christmas is technically over but I wondered if I could ask you a question.” Jamie didn't realize what he was going to say until he said it.
Simon looked up at him. “I suppose you could, but I reserve the right not to answer.”
Jamie felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the deep, whiskey drawl from Simon’s mouth. To hear that man in the throes of passion, Jamie would give up everything he owned.
At Jamie’s hesitation, Simon finally asked, “What’s your question?”
“Did you know that according to Scandinavian custom, people who meet under the mistletoe are obliged to kiss?” Jamie leaned down and placed his hands on the back of the couch behind Simon’s head. “At Christmas time, anyone standing under a ball of mistletoe cannot refuse to be kissed. Such a kiss could mean deep romance or lasting friendship and goodwill.”
Simon’s lips twisted in a smirk. “There are three problems with that, Jamie. One, it’s no longer Christmas. Two, I’m not Scandinavian. And three, we have no mistletoe.”
“No,” Jamie said and moved his face closer to Simon’s until their lips almost touched. “But we can always pretend.”
Simon glanced down at Jamie’s lips, then back to his eyes. “I don’t have a very good imagination.”
“That’s not what I hear,” Jamie said softly.
“Oh? And just what have you heard?”
“Well, I heard you might be able to help me with my New Year’s resolution.”
“And what might that resolution be?” Simon’s lips stretched into a grin.
“I’ve resolved to have my ass spanked before the night is over.” Jamie knew his words were direct, but the glint in Simon’s copper eyes told him his message had been received loud and clear.
The thought of what Simon could do to him made Jamie’s ass tingle. Simon’s imagination might not be very good, but Jamie’s rolled ahead at full steam. He could almost feel the weight of Simon’s hand on his ass now.
“That’s quite a resolution,” Simon replied. “And you think I can help you with that?”
Jamie nodded, dropped to his knees between Simon’s legs, and reached over and grabbed his hand. “Oh yeah.” He rubbed his thumb slowly over Simon’s palm. “You’re hands are perfect. So wide, large, and strong. I have no doubt they could redden my ass exquisitely.”
“So, how far to your place?” Jamie asked once they got downstairs and out to the parking lot. Simon unlocked the car door, opened it, and held it open for Jamie. Jamie smiled at the chivalrous gesture and climbed in. As Simon shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side, Jamie buckled his seatbelt.
Simon started the car, emerged into the traffic and headed toward his condo. “Not far, maybe ten minutes.”
“Perfect,” Jamie said. “That gives me just enough time.”
“Time for wha—oh god!” Simon groaned when Jamie leaned over and unzipped his slacks, pulling his cock out before he finished his question. Seconds later, Jamie wrapped his lips around Simon’s hard erection.
Oh damn! If Jamie could swear he’d be yelling right now. Little drops of pre-cum glistened on the head of Simon’s cock and slid against Jamie’s tongue, exploding over his taste buds. Simon tasted delicious.
Jamie used his tongue to lap at the head, pushing down against the tiny slit at the top. He wanted more. Jamie loved giving blow jobs, but this time, it was so much better. Hell, it was great.
Jamie had to stretch his mouth wide to fit Simon’s large cock into his mouth. Using his lips to squeeze around his girth, Jamie pushed the head of Simon’s cock up against the roof of his mouth several times. He couldn’t wait to feel that bad boy pounding into him.
“Jamie!” Simon growled. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
Jamie lifted his head and Simon’s cock dropped from his mouth with a loud pop. Looking up at Simon, he said, “So, come already. I have no doubt I can get you up again.”
Simon’s eyes widened and he inhaled so deeply, Jamie felt his chest move. Then Simon grabbed him by a lock of hair and pushed his head back down to his cock.
Jamie wrapped his lips around Simon’s cock again, swiping his tongue down the length of him and tried to swallow as much as he could. Jamie’s mouth moved up and down in rapid motion and he brought his hand up to caress the underside of Simon’s ball sac.
The harder he worked, the tighter Simon gripped his hair. On instinct, Jamie let his teeth barely scrap against the sides of the hard cock in his mouth. When he heard a loud growl, Jamie smiled just as Simon shot hot cream into his mouth.
Jamie swallowed as much as he could, his tongue licking up every last drop of pearly white seed. He moved his tongue down to clean up any drops that might have fallen on Simon’s balls.
Simon’s hand gripped his hair and pulled back until Jamie’s neck arched. He looked up at Simon and grinned at the dazed expression on his face. Simon let go of Jamie’s hair, gesturing to the cock hanging out of his pants. “We’re almost there, Jamie.”
Jamie knew what that meant. He placed a small kiss on the top of Simon’s spent cock before putting it back in his pants, zipping up his pants. “Bye-bye, I’ll see you soon.” He chuckled and gently patted Simon’s cock.
Jamie sat up and leaned back in his seat. He couldn’t stop grinning, especially when he saw the stunned look on Simon’s face. Jamie reached down and rubbed his hand against his own cock, hard and aching in his pants.
“Stop that!” Simon said sternly.
Jamie’s eyes widened. “What?”
“That’s mine now. Mine to play with and enjoy. Mine to have. You get to play with it only when I say so. If you need to come, you’ll come to me,” Simon said. “Otherwise, keep your hands off.”