Wanderlust (Filling Spaces #1) by Lexi Stone Read Free Book Online

gentle fingertips.  The smaller boy’s body tensed and he moaned
helplessly; Jamie smiled as Shea bucked up instinctively into his mouth.
    Help, Shea
thought, and his eyes squeezed shut of their own accord as his focus narrowed
to sheer overwhelming sensation : Jamie’s warm mouth taking him in, clever
fingers encouraging him to part his legs as they teased his tight opening, the
desire that burned more and more with every arch of his hips into that wet
heat. “Help,” he whispered aloud, and didn’t know why that was the word
that came out when what he really meant was please, I’m close, please don’t
stop .  This shockingly intimate kiss, the slow, decadent way Jamie tasted
him, the silken glide of Jamie’s tongue against his aching hardness drew from a
deep well of pleasure locked somewhere inside and flooded his senses until he
felt wholly lost; open and surrendered, Shea pressed longingly against Jamie’s
fingers and thrust up into his mouth until either seconds or eternities later his
whole body went tense and all the pleasure coalesced at once.  Unashamedly he
cried out, heard Jamie’s soft murmur of encouragement and felt strong hands
tighten on his thighs as he pitched over the edge trembling and waves of bliss
claimed him.
    Dimly, Shea felt Jamie
swallow once, twice, and barely stirred as the other man’s hands stroked his
thighs.  A profound peace claimed him, but he forced his eyes open after what
felt like a small and blissful eternity.  “Hey,” he mumbled, and blinked to
refocus as the world came back into relief around him; he noticed the laptop
again, gleaming in the dark, and the vague outlines of the table nearby. 
Outside, the night sounds continued on unabated, and Jamie crouched, relaxed,
between his thighs.
    “Hey yourself,” the
other man returned, amused.  “Feel good?”
    Shea nodded, rapt as he
studied the slope of Jamie’s shoulders, the body that seemed both slim and
lithe-muscled.  He blushed as his gaze dropped to Jamie’s still-evident arousal. 
“Sorry,” he said hastily, ashamed.  “I didn’t mean just to think of myself.” 
Awkwardly, slick and sweat-damp with pleasure, his hair ruffled, he pushed
himself up from the floor and came to his knees.  His whole body ached
pleasantly and his dampness stained his thighs from Jamie’s avid
ministrations.  “Let me—”
    “Don’t worry about it,”
Jamie returned casually, and stretched out on the floor, relaxed in spite of
his obvious desire.  “I’ve got hands. I can take care of it later.”
    But that wasn’t fair. 
And even though the urgency of his own need had passed, Shea found Jamie no
less alluring than before.  Maybe even more alluring, now that he could
notice the smaller details that arousal’s haze had clouded: the mingled
affection and desire apparent in those gray eyes, the swollen lips slightly
parted and saliva-slick, the vulnerability in his features when he seemed, as
now, at rest.  Shy, Shea nevertheless felt no restraint; he lowered his head willingly
and nuzzled Jamie’s abdomen.  He felt the stillness in Jamie’s body as the
other man’s breath caught, and the simple reaction—the honest expression of
want—spurred him forward.
    This he’d done only rarely—only during fumbling and largely underwhelming encounters
in dark dorm rooms—and he didn’t let himself wonder why he wanted to do it so
much now.  Instead, he took his time, kissing down the length of the shaft,
tracing the beguiling hardness with an eager tongue.  Jamie’s hands cradled his
head gently, encouraging, and stroked his hair; because of that Shea didn’t
feel obligated to take more of the man’s substantial girth than he was able.  Instead,
he used his hand in concert with his mouth, sucking and stroking, pulling back
to run his tongue over the slit and tip of Jamie’s cock before taking him deep
again, over and over.  To his surprise, the act didn’t feel like the chore he
remembered from