CHAPTER 13

mateo

I had the keys to Glen's penthouse, the one that overlooked Sydney Harbour on millionaire's row and I was on my way there now with Jamie at my side. I'd been to Glen's penthouse many times before, had partied on his huge balcony, had spent plenty of nights in one of his guest rooms.

I had never taken another guy here, especially not one as lovely as Jamie who had helped me out of a really huge bind this morning when my not-so-trusty Alfa Romeo had up and died on me.

I'd made it sound like he was my last resort but really, he was the first person I'd called. I could have called Rob and I knew he would have dropped everything and driven me up but he had plans with Kat today and I would hate to be the reason he missed out on seeing her. Nick was never going to be a starter even if he wasn't already up here in Sydney visiting with his boyfriend somewhere across town.

Dante would have driven me in a heartbeat but he was not well enough for me to impose on him, and as for my parents, well, they would have used the opportunity to tell me it was the Lord's way of telling me to give up on my vain pursuits and start acting like a man.

Besides, deep down I'd actually wanted to ask Jamie, had wanted to see him again. I'd been hoping he would contact me again for the last week but he hadn't and it was only after I'd spoken to him this morning that it even occurred to me that he might have wanted me to be the one to contact him.

I was out of my depths with this guy. I clearly didn't know how to do relationships, not that Jamie and I were even remotely in one. Nick was my only point of reference and he had always just been there, always a phone call or a group text away. Or in the room down the hallway. Jamie was another ball game entirely and I admit I didn't know how to play. Maybe I'd just always expected to be the guy being chased. I'd never had to try in the past to attract male attention but maybe it was the keeping it that was the hard part.

Regardless, I was actually feeling really quite pleased that Jamie was here with me now, here to spend a night in Glen's amazing penthouse with me. Nothing like a bit of forced proximity to have things play out the way I hoped they would tonight.

"You're quiet," Jamie commented as he followed the GPS to Sydney's leafy eastern suburbs. We'd just stopped at a burger joint to eat a quick meal and though it was the type of food I usually avoided, I was starving enough to devour the greasy cheeseburger and serving of fries Jamie had bought for me despite my protestations. He'd been so pleased when I'd agreed to let him pay that I'd decided to let it go.

"So are you," I returned.

"Guess I just didn't expect my day to pan out this way when I woke up this morning," he said with a little huff. He was so cute sometimes.

"But was it a bad turn of events?" I returned.

"You love looking for compliments, don't you?" he said and I could only laugh. "But in case you're wondering, no it was anything but a bad turn of events."

"I did tell you," I chuffed, a little smug.

"You did," he agreed. We pulled up at the front of Glen's apartment and climbed out of the car. Jamie was there to hold my door open for me and I forgot how much he liked to do that for me. I really wasn't used to having someone care about me like that. I wasn't entirely sure if I liked it but I would try to remember to let him open my door in future. He seemed to like doing it so I would let him.

We made our way through security and then up the elevator to the top floor. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to Glen's sprawling apartment with views of the entire city. Jamie's eyes lit up and I followed behind him as he beelined for the floor to ceiling glass windows, eyeing the big blue expanse of the harbour, still visible in the night sky while the city lights bounced off the clouds, making everything softly gleam.

"So this is how the other half live," he said, voice a little awed.

"Yep. Not half bad, huh?"

"It's all right, I suppose," Jamie grinned, a playful smile on his face that I really liked. "I spent the entire day looking at an even better view though so this one looks a little mundane in comparison."

"Really?" I returned, fighting to hold back the smile that wanted to make an appearance at those words. I'd been complimented on my looks my entire life but there was something about hearing Jamie say the words that made me really glow inside.

"Yep. Absolutely stunning," he returned, wrapping his hands around my hips and pulling me against him. I liked the feel of him there as my hands came up to his biceps, firm and strong as my fingers toyed with the bulge of his muscles. "Are you tired?"

I paused. "I'm ready to go to bed if that's what you're asking. Not too tired for anything else you might be thinking about though."

"Oh? Like what?" he asked, leaning down and running his nose along my neck, right to that spot that always had me gasping.

"Like a bit of that," I said a little breathlessly.

"Lead me to our room then, Mateo, because I am so desperate for you I might just get down on my knees and end it all here."

I didn't hide my grin at that as I turned, hand sliding down to thread our fingers. I led the way to the guest room that I had stayed in all the other times I'd been at Glen's apartment. Though ‘guest room' was playing it down a little. All the bedrooms in this place were like master suites, resplendent with king size beds, inground spa baths and requisite views of the harbour.

Jamie closed the door behind us and pressed me up against it. He hadn't kissed me yet and I liked the anticipation he was building between us. All our other times together had been a little desperate and overheated, no time to savour each other or take our time.

"You know what I liked most about today?" Jamie asked, body pressed lightly to mine, nose skating my neck. His knee lifted to press between my thighs while his hand snaked under my top, rising to trace the contours of my abs.

"What?" I breathed, head knocked back against the door.

"I liked the fact that you were basically naked in front of a room full of people, all eyes on you," he grinned, that hand tracing higher up to circle my pec.

"You liked that?"

"Yes. I did. And you know what else I think?" he continued, finger now circling my nipple, making my head spin. "I think you liked that too."

I lost control of my smile, the grin spreading up my cheeks right into my eyes. Jamie's blue eyes found mine and I could see the delight in them, the delight mixed in with the heat that was slowly rising in both of us.

"I did like it," I agreed, watching as his eyes fell to my mouth. I bit into my lip, knowing he'd like that too, my hunch proving correct when his eyes dilated even more.

"You like having eyes on you," he said, tongue licking his lower lip and making me start to squirm. My body had already heated for him, was already aching and needy but he was drawing this out. I wasn't used to this delaying of pleasure but I found I liked it as that finger and thumb of his tweaked my nipple hard.

"I do love having eyes on me," I admitted. "But you know what I liked most of all?"

"Tell me."

"Having your eyes on me."

Jamie moaned, the sound really quite delicious as he bent his head and brought those lips down onto mine. I moaned into the kiss, already needing more and getting it when he parted my lips with his tongue, seeking out mine as I let him in. I pulled his hips closer to mine, needing some friction but not getting it when Jamie locked my hips down with his free hand, the other still toying with my nipples. I had a feeling he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He plundered my mouth and I enjoyed every second of it as I grew even more pent up and restless for him, aching and hard and needy. Jamie slowed the kiss, teeth biting down on my lower lip as he pulled away from me. He grazed his eyes down the full length of my body, eyes dark and lips puffy, taunting me with every caress of his attention.

"Don't move," he said, stepping away from me with intent in his eyes. I wanted to whimper but I stayed where I was, watching his every move as he kicked off his shoes and socks and then laid down on the bed. He fluffed up a couple of pillows, stuffing them behind his back so that he was propped up, looking at me. He crossed one ankle over the other and then sent those heated eyes my way as I felt a lick of heat curl inside. He was looking at me like he expected a performance. And I wanted to give him one.

"Take your clothes off for me," he said, calm as could be. Well that was fine with me. I was a pro at taking my clothes off and we both knew I had no issues with exhibitionism.

So I grinned and taunted him back the way he was taunting me, making a show of taking off each piece of clothing, flexing my chest muscles for him as I threw my top on the floor. Jamie's eyes were blown with lust, his teeth grazing his bottom lip as he watched my every move, not shifting from his spot on the bed.

I took my time, making it well worth the effort until I was down to my boxers, teasing the edge a little until I thought I'd make us both mad with want. I flicked them down in one swift motion, loving the way my dick sprang free, unshackling it from the confines of my pants.

Jamie's eyes went straight to my cock and I let him look, knowing I was leaking and half mad with need. I went to touch myself, needing some kind of relief but Jamie just shook his head.

"Uh uh," he said. "Hands off. Let me look."

The grin fell from my face as I leaned back against the door, pressing my hands behind my back so I wasn't tempted. And I let him just look, feeling his eyes like a caress as they moved from the top of my head, right to the tips of my feet. I felt my dick pulse when his gaze focused there again and a grin tipped up the sides of his mouth.

"You want to touch yourself?" he purred. I could only nod, almost groaning when he casually granted me permission with his soft, "Go ahead."

Instantly I reached down to give myself some relief, whimpering when I gripped onto my aching dick. "Slowly," he added and I adjusted my speed, desire making me half crazy as I pumped myself and he just watched.

I was so pent up it took hardly any time before I could feel my spine tingling and I tensed a little. He noticed because his next words made me cry out when he called, "Stop."

But I did what he asked, dropping my hold on my cock, loving this game more than I should when I really just needed some release. But I also had a strong hunch it would be worth it in the end, that I maybe liked playing Jamie's games with him.

"Now come and sit on my face," he dropped into the conversation, like he'd just asked me what the time was. My heart leapt in my chest and I nearly came on the spot but I held it in, doing what he asked as I padded my way towards him, swinging my hips a little as I went, feeling those deep blue eyes on my every step.

He pulled the pillows out from behind him as I climbed onto the bed, crawling my way towards him. I didn't hesitate as I swung my leg over his face, his hands coming up to grip my hips.

My heart was literally up in my throat as he pulled me forward, his mouth slamming around my over-heated cock. My answering groan had him smirking around my dick as I settled my weight onto my knees, leaning forward so that he could taste all of me.

I gripped onto the bedhead with one hand, using it to aid my rhythm and balance as I moved my hips into his welcoming mouth, his tongue doing things to me that were just unholy. Jamie moaned underneath me, the hum vibrating up along the length of my spine in the most pleasant dance. His eyes watered when I hit the back of his throat while I watched him, half drunk with lust. He sucked and pulled on me, his hands on my hips setting the pace when all I wanted to do was speed it up and end things.

I was a wreck. I had no idea how my shaking knees were even holding my weight as Jamie's mouth worked to bring about my ending while his tongue destroyed me.

I wanted this to last so much longer, to relish this perfect moment in time with this skilful man. I held on as long as I could, the feel of his wet mouth and silky tongue lapping at me, but then his free hand gently squeezed my balls and I was a goner. I lasted exactly three more seconds before I was coming so hard I let out a string of curses while Jamie just took and took from me. I had nothing left to give but Jamie kept sucking until I had to extract myself from his mouth with a whimper, the over sensitisation almost too much as my shaking knees collapsed underneath me.

" Dio santo ," I groaned.

Jamie pulled me back down along the length of his body, his mouth tackling mine and bringing me back from that edge of insanity I had just descended into. He kissed me like he'd been waiting all day for this moment, kind of like I had, and he let me feel it, those lovely big hands skating over my body.

"Do you like this?" he asked eventually, mouth tracing down my jaw to my neck. "Do you like the fact you're completely naked and I'm still fully clothed?"

"Yes," I panted.

"You like power imbalance?" he asked. I could feel the smile on his face and I knew he wasn't judging me, that maybe he liked this the same way I did.

"I like you looking," I admitted, watching as he sank back and those blue eyes danced all over me, heating me up all over again.

"Well let me assure you, you are very nice to look at," he said, hand skating down my hip to the curve of my ass.

"But I also want to look at you too," I told him.

"Do you?" he asked. "What do you want, Mateo? Tell me and I'll make it happen."

"I want you to fuck me," I said, no use beating around that particular bush. It was what I always wanted from him.

"You reckon Glen keeps any supplies in the house?" Jamie asked. "I didn't bring anything with me."

"Fear not, this is Glen we're talking about," I laughed, reaching over to the nightstand which I knew would be fully stocked with everything a guy might need.

"And you know that how?" he asked, a little insecurity creeping into his tone.

"From staying at his apartment a hundred times, silly," I said, pressing a kiss to his lips as I passed. "Glen has a very strict rule about no sex with his models so you don't have to worry about that."

"I wasn't worried."

"You are and that's cute. But you don't have to be. I'm here with you and I'm glad you're here with me." I paused. Those were the most honest words I had ever said to Jamie, possibly even to anyone other than Nick, and it wasn't just the post-orgasmic haze talking.

"I'm glad I'm here too," he said quietly. He kissed me then and everything just took off from there, his larger body pressing me onto my back, his hands tracing down my body from my collarbone to the v of my abs, playing with my sensitive cock and heating me up all over again as my cock tried to rally.

He was still fully dressed so we paused long enough to remove his clothes, both of us laughing when I pulled on his top and it got stuck half way. But then the time for laughing was over as he slicked up his fingers and pressed them into me, preparing my body for his in a way that was so gentle, so sweet and dare I say tender that it made me feel a weird flutter in the depths of my stomach.

He found my spot and he played with me there while I whimpered underneath him, his mouth grazing kisses along my collarbone. He pulled his fingers out from me and I closed my eyes to try and recover from all the over sensitisation.

I heard a foil packet tear open and I could feel him slicking his cock with the lube. My anticipation rose along with my excitement and that hint of a thrill that always accompanied sex with Jamie.

Jamie shifted over me, hovering on his elbows as I opened my legs for him. He moved a hand down to my thigh, tracing the skin there as he looked at me for the moment as though steadying himself. Or both of us really because I was also needing a little time tonight, this whole thing with him becoming more than anything I had ever really experienced before.

He didn't say anything as he shifted closer, that big cock of his pressing up against my hole. I let out a shaky breath as he pushed inside, the invasion of my body feeling like the best thing ever as I let him take me over. He sank into me slowly, aligning our bodies in the best way until he was deep inside, a groan leaving both our mouths. He gave me a moment to adjust to his fulness and that was something else that nearly choked me up. The way he actually cared about me, like my enjoyment was just as important as his own.

Jamie settled between my legs, his cock sinking even deeper. "Damn, you feel good," he groaned while I preened. "You okay?" he asked, eyes on me until I nodded.

He started moving inside me, slow, deep thrusts as I moved my body with his, him and me always so in sync with each other. I crossed my ankles behind his back, pulling him ever closer as he hit me in the deepest parts of my body, our breathless moans the only sounds in the room.

His hand traced along my side reverently while the other held his weight, his soft touch sparking my skin to life as his eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to look away but I couldn't, that dark gaze holding me captive and seeing way too much, right into the depths of me.

I let out a whimper as he leaned down towards me, pressing our lips together in an agonisingly intimate kiss, a slow sparring of his tongue with mine that had me moaning into his mouth. His chest bumped with mine and my dick started to perk up again as he set the slow and steady pace while we kissed deeply.

His thrusts came harder and faster, more erratic, his breaths heavy in my mouth. I cried out as he hit that magic spot and my veins sparked to life, my cock rallying. He took from me and I gave him more and more, needing it, wanting it.

I reached down to grip my cock, pumping myself hard to relieve the tension. Jamie grunted at me before knocking my hand away and taking over where I had left off. I tried not to smile at his alpha move. I got the impression he always wanted to be the one in control of both our pleasure.

"Jamie," I moaned, surprising myself at my cry of his name. I wasn't much of a talker during sex and I certainly didn't use names in the act but he managed to wring his out of me as his grip on my cock tightened and I lost my battle.

I loved having those large hands on me and it only took a few hard pumps before I was coming all over his fist with a deep groan, his name on my lips again as his hips continued to pound into me from on top.

"Fuck, Mateo," he countered. "Fuuuck." He stilled and then followed me over the edge, his desperate groan music to my ears as he filled me up.

He collapsed on my chest afterwards, his heart racing and lungs gulping down air, just like my organs were doing underneath him, enjoying the feel of his softening cock inside me. I don't know why but I didn't want to let go of him right then even though his weight was pressing me into the mattress, constricting my airwaves. I liked him there, liked being under him, liked feeling him connected with me, our bodies still joined for these last few moments.

I liked it a lot. Really liked it.

And that was when I started to panic.