Groaning, Tyler resisted the urge to thrust his hips up or push Jaime’s head down. Jaime certainly knew what he was doing and, better still, enjoyed it. Each moan that rippled through his mouth echoed around Tyler’s cock. He was captivated by every sight and sound. Jaime brought him to the edge of release several times but pulled back so skillfully it would have been painful if it weren’t so pleasurable.
Suddenly Jaime pulled back, his hand still wrapped around Tyler’s throbbing dick. His heavy-lidded eyes stared at Tyler with anticipation. At once, Tyler’s heart skipped a beat. He fought the urge to reach out and press his mouth to Jaime’s reddened lips in gratitude.
“You can come in my mouth, if you want,” Jaime whispered.
“Oh, fuck.” Tyler closed his eyes as he struggled to keep from coming then and there.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Tyler nodded weakly. Any more motion would have released his spring-loaded body. When Tyler’s eyes opened, Jaime was licking his lips. Jaime waited just long enough for Tyler to calm down so when Jaime’s lips returned to his cock, Tyler managed not to erupt. Tyler did, however, let out a long, slow breath as Jaime took Tyler into his mouth until Jaime’s lips were wrapped around the base of Tyler’s shaft. Tyler buried his fingers in Jaime’s hair and grasped the fine strands as if they were his only lifeline. Jaime’s tongue stroked Tyler’s length with an agonizingly slow rhythm.
Jaime brought him so close to orgasm he whimpered in desperation for release. The contrast of Tyler’s pitchy voice against the low rumble of Jaime’s moan only heightened the experience. Tyler was going to come no matter how much he wanted this moment to last forever. There was no doubt about it. Tyler could have shut his eyes and pretended it was some random woman hanging off the end of his dick. But he didn’t want some woman. He wanted Jaime, and he had Jaime—at least for one night.
“I’m going to come.”
“I know.”
If Tyler had any doubts about his willingness, they were obliterated by the confidence in Jaime’s voice. It shattered his self-control and submitted to his desires without reservation. Tyler’s body tightened and relaxed in rhythm with his orgasm. The moment lasted a blissful eternity. He couldn’t look away, not even as Jaime licked him clean while sporting a pleased smile.
Chapter 8
Jaime felt the shiver of ecstasy racing through Sempai Tyler’s body seconds before he came. He only wished he could see the look on the man’s face. There was nothing quite like that moment when everything else in the world ceased to exist except two men enjoying each other. Jaime had no doubt he’d rocked Sempai Tyler’s world—if only for that moment—but as he pulled away he prepared for the worst. Making a fantasy into a reality had a weird effect on some people. Jaime wasn’t sure if Sempai Tyler could deal with what had just happened.
To Jaime’s surprise, Sempai Tyler just sat watching Jaime with a stupid grin on his lips. Afterglow. Jaime tried not to read too much into the utter calm. He almost looked serene, like Jaime had just made his dreams come true. The thought was enough to make Jaime kiss him. Then he remembered his first aborted attempt.
The connection sharing sexual pleasure brought didn’t need words. Sempai Tyler didn’t look like he was going to freak out, and for once Jaime wanted to linger instead of bolting for the door.
“It’s getting late,” Jaime finally said when he realized they’d sat in silence for nearly half an hour. He feared the awkwardness of parting and figured he’d better make it quick. “See you around.”
“Yeah, see you around.”
Jaime didn’t even turn around to see if Sempai Tyler had finally come to his senses. Instead, Jaime awkwardly slung his gi bag over his shoulder and used it to hide his erection as he hustled back to his own car. He wanted to hold onto the memory of Sempai Tyler’s serene expression as long as he could. His car was parked on Main Street, so he’d have to wait until he got home to masturbate.
The entire drive back to his apartment, Jaime replayed the evening in his mind from the exhausting karate class to the brutal sparring session and finally ending with their moment of pleasure. By the time Jaime was through his apartment door, he was already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He replayed going down on Sempai Tyler, but in his mind Sempai Tyler returned the favor.
Jaime dropped onto his couch and started to masturbate. Maybe if he closed his eyes he could recapture how it felt in that car. It had felt so right.
Then Jaime remembered Sempai Tyler’s words. I’m not gay. A hot streak of anger coursed through him and robbed him of any sexual excitement he had felt. Why was he fantasizing about a man who didn’t want to be with him more than once?
When his phone rang, Jaime’s first thought was of Sempai Tyler. Jaime hadn’t given the man his number. Then he remembered his promise to call Tomas. Taking a deep breath, Jaime debated whether or not to let the call go to his voicemail.
“Hello,” Jaime said into the receiver and prayed he wasn’t too late. He didn’t need another fantasy. “Tomas?”
“I thought maybe you’d forgotten about me.”
Jaime cringed. He had forgotten about Tomas in the heat of the moment.
“Class ran late.” Jaime didn’t want to lie to Tomas, but he wasn’t about to explain why he was out so late. “I just got in.”
“You must really enjoy this class to stay there so late.”
There was a playfulness in Tomas’ voice that set Jaime at ease.
“I do.” Jaime wasn’t used to sharing much about his personal life with the men he was interested in. But if he wanted a chance at a real relationship, he knew he was going to
