Page 53 of All Tied Up

But he kind of wanted to see what would happen. Jamie’s confidence made him more confident, too. He collected the shirt and tie.

Jamie tossed them over the arm of the chair, reaching for Neil’s body instead. “Oh God. I just want to eat you all up.” Jamie’s fingers curled into his sparse chest hair, while his open mouth landed just below his ribs.

It was an instant inferno of that sharp pain of having his hair tugged and the greedy pleasure of warm lips and Jamie’s nipping teeth. Neil stood there, trembling and impossibly turned on. He’d never had anyone want him with such ferocity. True to his word, Jamie was practically devouring the skin on Neil’s soft belly, moaning and licking like it was the finest treat.

“Jamie?” Neil squeaked. “Are you supposed to be doing this?”

“Nope,” Jamie replied cheekily, words muffled by Neil’s abdomen. “Just couldn’t help it.”

Neil laughed. “I know that can’t be true.”

Jamie pulled back to look him in the eye, though he kept his hands tight on Neil’s hips. “This may come as a surprise to you, but I find older men hella sexy.”

Did people even say hella? And why was that Neil’s first thought? It really brought home their age difference, though. “Older men who are Daddies, though. Right? I’m kind of the opposite of that.”

“Nope.” Jamie dug his fingers into the swell of flesh at his middle and buried his nose in his chest. “Can’t get enough of this belly. It’s just made for licking. And I love every one of these silver hairs. It’s like you’ve been sparkled with fairy dust.”

Neil snorted. The fairy dust might be going a bit too far. But Jamie’s desire was unmistakable. For some unfathomable reason, Neil actually turned him on. Which was good because Neil was trembling with need at Jamie’s aggressive, yet tender, seduction.

“The lines around your eyes are exquisite.” He curved gentle thumbs around Neil’s brows and down his cheeks. “God, I love a man with experience. Makes me wanna see you when you come. Ooooh… maybe we can do a role play where you’re wearing your sexy, professional lawyer suit. Daddy and I could be your clients and he could tie you all up and make you come all over it.”

“Jesus, Jamie!” Neil was going to come right now. His cock was pounding, and the only thing he could hear over the rushing pulse in his ears was Jamie’s voice.

“Oh, that reminds me. We don’t want to be late. Put your shirt on.” Jamie handed it to him, like he hadn’t instigated everything.

Neil glared back, but slid his arms into the sleeves. It wasn’t a perfect fit, maybe a little tight at the shoulders, but it would do. He started doing up the buttons, just as Jamie’s hands crept under, not quite getting in the way, but not helping either.

“What are you doing, Jamie?”

Jamie giggled. “Getting in trouble?”

“God, you really are, aren’t you?” And he made it look like so much fun.

“It’s no fun getting punished if you haven’t done something wrong first. Like, you might as well live it up.”

That was pretty much the opposite of Neil’s philosophy. He’d spent his whole life trying to avoid making the wrong move or getting in trouble. Being around Jamie was like riding a roller coaster, exhilarating because of the danger, yet safe at the same time.

He finally got the last button in place, pushing Jamie’s mischievous fingers out of the way. It was a tight fit around his whole chest and belly. He was going to look squeezed into it, he could already tell.

He stepped back to open his zipper and tuck in his shirt. He already knew where things would go if he stayed close to Jamie, and even with all of Jamie’s enthusiasm, he was feeling a little sensitive about his size.

Jamie stood and approached him with the tie. “There.” He clipped it under Neil’s chin, smoothing a hand down his chest. “Just perfect.” Jamie started pulling him toward the door.

“Hang on, can’t I just see how I look?”

“Nope. This isn’t about how you look. It’s about how you feel.”

Jamie kept tugging, and Neil let himself be pulled along. He didn’t want to make Jamie unsteady on his feet, and he figured it would be like trying to stop a tornado anyway.

“Oh, you’re going to need a name,” Jamie added as they exited the room, hand in hand. “For the scene.”

“Um… like what?”

“I’m usually Jasmine.”

“Oh.” Neil paused at the top of the steps. “I never asked. Do you… identify as female? Should I use she/her?” He was pretty sure he’d said all of that correctly.

Jamie laughed, light and relaxed. “I identify as genderiffic! Or, I suppose, genderflexible or something. It varies. But for this scene I thought it would be fun to be a naughty schoolgirl, so I’ll use she/her. The rest of the time he/him is fine, though I’ll answer to any pronouns. I don’t usually want to pin it down.”