Chapter Nine
“So let me get this straight,” Bethany said, pouring some juice into a glass for James. She then leaned back to ensure Jordan was still in the swimming pool. Ellie was sleeping so they could speak freely. “This successful, out of the closet, chocolate stud—was giving himself to you and you suggested talking?”
“Yeah.”
“Talking?”
James inhaled deeply, held the breath and pushed it out his mouth. “Yes—Bethany! Talking.”
“Right.”
“What?” James asked.
“Nothing.”
“Beth, I know you very well, remember? Which means I know when you have something on your mind, so, just spit it out.”
“Are you sure you’re gay?”
James frowned. “Yeah. Very, sure.”
“And he doesn’t have like a wart, does he?”
“No. No wart.”
“So what’s the hold up?”
“I panicked.”
Bethany arched a brow. “You what now?”
“We were in the middle of things,” James said, his cheeks heating up. “And it dawned on me—Quentin isn’t even thirty yet. I have this fear that we’ll go out with his friends and they’ll look at me and ask who’s the old fogy.”
“You know that’s your hang up, right?”
He drank half his juice then exhaled. “I guess. Like I told Quentin. I’m an idiot.”
“Can’t disagree with you there.”
James frowned. “Is now the right time to start a relationship? I mean, I just got Jordan back. I have no practice being a dad. I was never good at multitasking—you know that! I don’t want to mess this up by bring a man into the mix.”
“You’ve had plenty of practice being a dad!” Bethany sighed. “You’ve been the closest thing to a father my baby has. You’ve loved her, protected her, kissed her boo-boos—and how does it make you feel when you stand in the pool and hold out your arms and she just jumps into them with no second thoughts—no hesitations?”
“Like Superman.”
“See?”Bethany tossed her hands up. “Jordan needs you to get every part of your life right so he can follow in your footsteps. He will learn how to treat women from the way you treat your men. He will learn how love is supposed to be from the way you are with whoever you bring into your life. He can’t learn all that if you never show him. You can tell him until you’re blue in the face but if you don’t show him with your men…”
“I don’t want men. I want—”
“Quentin. I get it. Listen, why don’t you let Jordan stay here tonight. See if Quentin is free. If he is, go over there and accept all that gorgeousness.”
James laughed. “You’re an ass.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather be a sexy ass than have no ass at all.”
“No one says that—like, ever.”
“What am I, invisible?”
James grinned and hugged her before grabbing his phone and excusing himself. In the front yard, he took some cleansing breaths then dialed. The phone rang out on the other end and when Quentin’s voicemail picked up, James sighed and hung up. Maybe what Bethany suggested was a bad idea. Maybe Quentin not picking up was a sign of how terrible that whole suggestion had been.
His phone rang and without thinking James answered.
“Hey,” Quentin said.
“Quentin—hey.”
“You called?”
“Are you busy?”
Quentin cleared his throat. “I’m at the studio—James, what’s up? You sound weird.”
“I was—you’re busy. We can talk some other time.”
“No—we can talk right now. And besides, Tanjay is the one recording. I’m just here for moral support. So, you got me.”
“Remember, yesterday when you offered—well, when I backed out of us making love.”
“I was there.” Quentin said. “I remember. And I also remember telling you to not fret over it.”
“I did it because—shit, it doesn’t matter why I did it. The reason I called is to—ask me again.”
“Ask you again—James?”
“Mhmm?”
“Will you make love to me?”
James exhaled. The sound of those words coming from Quentin’s lips left James in a puddle of himself. He leaned his back heavily against the side of the house and closed his eyes. “Anywhere, anytime, any way you want it.”
“Then meet me at my place?”
James smiled. “I’m on my way.”
The next few minutes were a flurry of activities. He had to explain to Jordan what was happening—without going into too much detail. Jordan was old enough to take from that explanation what was meant for him to get. James then kissed Ellie in her sleep before hugging Bethany. The drive to Quentin’s place shouldn’t have been a long one. But traffic was annoying as hell. By the time he made it to Quentin’s place, he was wound up and freaking out.
“I thought you changed your mind,” Quentin said.
But James had no words. Quentin was shirtless and the only thing James could do to avoid passing out, was focus on Quentin’s abs. He licked his lips and reached out to curl his fingers behind Quentin’s neck. With one final hesitation, he pulled Quentin into his chest, cradled the side of Quentin’s face with his free hand and devoured Quentin’s mouth.
A rumble filled the air and James barely realized it came from his own chest. Quentin ripped at his shirt and from somewhere in the haze of James’ mind, he could hear the buttons hitting things around the room. The only thing he could do was moan as he backed Quentin through the corridor.
Quentin pulled away long enough to lead James into the master bedroom. By then it was as if James had gone through a drought. He pushed Quentin to the bed while standing over him to undo his own clothes. Quentin smirked up at him making James burn more than he imagined was possible.
“Okay, James,” Quentin said, shimming out of his track pants. His dark cock stood rigid and ready.
James couldn’t help himself. He sunk to his knees, wrapped his fingers around Quentin’s dick and pulled it into his mouth.
“Damn.” Quentin sighed.
James moaned as the hot, tanginess of Quentin’s precum flowed into his mouth. He took Quentin as deeply as he could, groaning each time the tip hit the back of his throat. He’d never had the urge to deep-throat a man but Quentin seemed to bring it out in him. He fondled Quentin’s balls, loving the way Quentin came alive for him.
“James!” Quentin cried, tugging on James’ hair. “You’re so good at that.”
James allowed his mouth to fall lower, trailing over Quentin’s balls, then to the tender spot between them and his ass. Finally, James hiked Quentin’s legs up and allowed his tongue to dip between Quentin’s perfect cheeks. He’d tried giving Quentin some warning, anything so that Quentin could back away if he wanted to. But one taste of Quentin, one slide of James’ tongue over Quentin’s hole and James’ lost all sense of control.
“I want to suck you now.” Quentin panted. “Prepare you to fuck me. Are you cool with that?”
James smiled then climbed to sit on the bed. He spread his legs. “No more complaints. I promise.”
“Good.” Quentin took position on his knees.
James watched him intently, the way his beautiful lips wrapped around his cock. He loved the way Quentin’s eyes deepened each time James’ dick slid down his throat. Soon, James couldn’t keep the eye contact. Quentin was sucking him so good, he moaned and flopped to his back on the bed. To fight the urge to come, James gripped the sheet in his fists and allowed his head to fall from one side to the next.
“Quentin! Damn!” James panted. “That’s it—use your tongue.”
He caressed the sides of Quentin’s face, dragged his palm over the top of Quentin’s head but nothing seemed to douse the fire. Every pull of Quentin’s mouth pushed James closer and closer to the edge until his toes curled in on themselves.
“If you wanna get fucked, Quentin.” James growled. “I suggested you dress me and climb on.”
“As you wish, lover.” Quentin smirked, reaching to the bedside table. He watched Quentin’s body until he was wearing a condom. James held his breath. How could Quentin be so tight? He bit his bottom lip.
“Ride it.” James demanded.
“I didn’t know you would be so demanding.” Quentin’s eyes crossed.
“Want me to stop?”
“Fuck no!” Quentin ground out while rolling his hips. “Oh! Professor!”
James growled, spanked Quentin’s ass cheeks until the rapper whimpered. Seeing Quentin towering over him, head tossed back, eyes closed was one of the most beautiful things James had ever seen. There was something about watching his man enjoy his body that drove James wild. Without thinking, he reached up and caught Quentin’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He twisted them, pulled on them and was rewarded with a shouted of his name that probably woke the whole neighbourhood.
“That’s it, baby.” James encouraged between gritted teeth. They switch position and this time James took Quentin from behind. He gripped Quentin’s hips and drove his dick home, over and over, loving Quentin’s growls. “Say my name.”
Quentin mewled.
“What?” James spanked him. “I didn’t hear that.”
“James! Oh shit, Professor!”
“I want you to come for me, Quentin,” James said, plunging as deeply as he could get.
Quentin’s channel tightened around his dick and James closed his eyes. He braced one palm to the center of Quentin’s back then used the other to pull Quentin into him. Gritting his teeth, he allowed his desires to take over. He gave in to the bliss Quentin’s body offered. He accepted the lure of it and lost himself completely.
It wouldn’t be much longer. James knew that. He also knew that he didn’t want to come until after Quentin had his release. His job was to please Quentin first. Some men didn’t care but watch his lover get off was the biggest turn on for James. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, he worked Quentin’s hole until Quentin pressed his face into the bed.
“I need to hear it when you come,” James told him, gripping Quentin’s shoulder and pulling.
To his pleasure, Quentin lifted his head, then his body and pressed his back flush against James’ Chest. James wrapped an arm around Quentin’s body so he could play with Quentin’s nipples—pinching, twisting, pulling. Quentin swore under his breath before roaring his climax.
“That’s it, baby.” James cooed between nips of Quentin’s ear. “Good boy.”
Quentin’s breath was loud, ragged and everything James wanted. He loved how uninhibited Quentin became through his climax, how absolutely out of control Quentin’s whole being became. There was a strength in that weakness that left James harder than before.
“I want to make you come.” Quentin sighed.
“Now, there’s an offer I can’t refuse.” James released the tight numbs and caressed Quentin’s body, down his perfect abs to his beautiful cock. He dragged a finger over the head and listened to Quentin gasped in pleasure.
“I want you to watch me,” James said, easing from Quentin’s body. He stretched out on his back and Quentin turned around. “Watch me touch myself.”
Quentin smiled and nodded.
In that moment, James realized how happy Quentin’s compliance made him. The last man James asked that lost his mind because how dare James request something like that. But Quentin pressed his back to the headboard, and lowered his beautiful brown gaze on James. James touched himself, caressed from his hard nipples, over the soft dark hairs on his chest then finally to his cock. Locking eyes with Quentin, James stroke himself, his breathing getting faster and faster.
“I need you to suck your middle finger wet.” James panted. “Good, now finger me.”
Quentin leaned forward and slowly inserted the finger. James’ eyes rolled back and all his control evaporated. He rolled his hips while jerking off in motion to Quentin’s finger. It didn’t take long for him to shout with joy, as his cock erupted. White spun sailed through the air—some landing on Quentin’s chest, one drop on Quentin’s lips but the rest on James’ stomach.
“Shit!” James sighed. His body tensing and shaking, he watched Quentin lick the cum away and that only served to make his orgasm even more amazing. When Quentin pulled his finger out, James held his breath and trembled.
“I take it you like a good fucking now and again?” Quentin asked, bracing his palms on either side of James’ body to kiss him. “I can’t wait until I’m able to take your ass.”
“Mmm.” James moaned in the kiss. “I think—I think I would enjoy that immensely.”