Conquest (11 page)
Jesse’s heart lurched at the warmth in his voice. He opened his eyes to Evan’s gaze. “Yeah.”
Evan lowered his lips to him. His tongue was welcomed with a sensual massage by Jesse’s. He pulled his hips back and forward in a testing thrust. Jesse sent an encouraging moan from his mouth to Evan’s, and Evan moved his hips slowly.
Jesse relaxed with each smooth motion of Evan’s hips; more and more pleasure rose from the slick feel of Evan’s cock gliding in and out of him. He felt Evan’s strength with each push and opened his eyes, admiring the cut lines of muscle in Evan’s torso. He was stunned at being truly connected with Evan’s body, that he was sharing the most physically intimate thing possible with him. He moved his hands down Evan’s sides to his hips and pulled him to move deeper, wanting every fraction of Evan’s hard length inside him.
At Jesse’s request, Evan gave in to his body’s demands and thrust into him with a forceful push. Jesse’s breath fled in a fast exhale. Evan lowered himself down to his elbows and rocked Jesse’s body with deep, rhythmic thrusts. He slid his hand down Jesse’s arm and took hold of his hand.
Jesse paused. That one small gesture made what was happening between them seem even more intimate. He nuzzled into Evan’s neck, breathing in his cologne, and squeezed Evan’s hand, holding onto him with one arm around his back. He ground his cock against Evan’s stomach, heightening his rapture to another building climax.
Evan felt Jesse’s body tighten under him and quickened his pace. Jesse’s fingers bit into his back, he clutched his hand tighter. Evan’s body trembled with the effort of holding back his orgasm, trying to bring Jesse to pleasure at the same moment.
Hearing Evan say his name finished him. Jesse let out a high moan, his body shuddering in sweet release. Evan met his cry, his own orgasm tearing through him. Through his euphoria, Jesse felt Evan’s cock throbbing, the heat of his cum coating him inside, and the thought fluttered through his mind that feeling Evan’s climax was even better than his own.
Evan thrust a few more times, then stopped and rested his forehead in the curve of Jesse’s neck. Jesse held him close, still gripping his hand. He turned his head and touched his lips to Evan’s sweaty neck, feeling his quick pulse beating beneath his lips.
“Thanks,” he said softly.
Evan lifted his head and met Jesse’s eyes. “For what?” “For being so patient and careful.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that.” Evan grinned at him. “And I wouldn’t be talking like we’re finished. I already told you we’re going to be playing for a while.”
Jesse stretched out in the huge bed, then remembered where he was and snapped fully awake. He whipped his head to the side. The bed was empty beside him. He moved to get up, stopping at the warm ache he felt where his and Evan’s bodies had been joined just hours before.
He eased back down and closed his eyes. The last thing he remembered was the feel of Evan holding him as he fell asleep. His mind flooded with how they had clung to each other, melting into each other while everything around them drifted away but their two bodies pulsing together, a blur of endless ecstasy that lasted until they both reached total exhaustion. The way Evan kissed, touched, moved, was all so sensual. He felt the same pull on his heart as when Evan asked if he was doing okay. Evan’s voice had been so kind, he sounded like he truly cared.
Jesse moved his hand under the silk top sheet and wrapped his fingers around his full arousal. He looked over at the alarm clock by the bed, saw it was a quarter past noon, and felt relieved it was Sunday and he didn’t have to go to work. That’d be just lovely to shuffle around a mega-bookstore trying to stock shelves with a sore ass.
The time hit him again and he realized he hadn’t talked to Brandon or Kenny. He forced himself to get up and swing out of bed. He found his boxers and jeans on the floor, and pulled on his boxers while he dug his cell phone out of his jeans, not the least bit surprised to see Brandon had called six times. He knew he should call him back, but also knew it would take a while to make Brandon believe who he spent the night with, and really, he didn’t want to get tangled up in a big conversation with his brother before seeing Evan. He tucked his cell phone back into his jeans and tossed them onto the bed.
He turned for the bathroom. On his way, he paused at the closed heavy curtains of royal blue trimmed in gold and peeked out to the wide French doors leading to a balcony that overlooked the back of Evan’s property.
Below, a white brick patio edged with gray stone held outdoor furniture of white wrought iron. A few feet away sat a hot tub paneled in redwood. Beyond the patio was a massive in-ground pool with a separate whirlpool section, and in the far left-hand corner of it, a waterfall trickled over dark gray stones. The back of the property continued to stretch on in an expanse of thick grass dotted with maples, pines, birches, and other assorted trees. A white gravel path traversed away from the patio to a verdant garden filled with roses, and in the center of the garden stood a white gazebo. The yard progressed to the brick and stone wall where an iron gate blocked off a set of concrete stairs that led down through giant boulders and rocks to the sandy beach. White gulls oscillated over the sparkling waves of Lake Michigan.
Jesse let the curtain fall shut, a moment of disbelief passing through him. He turned for the master bathroom and stopped the instant he stepped in. He had been in there the night before, but he was in such a daze from being with Evan, he staggered in and stumbled back out when finished. Now with full daylight coming through a strip of windows above the shower, he saw a bathroom like ones he saw on TV or in magazines. Tile that looked like real pieces of stone covered the floor. The enormous glass shower took up a full corner. The whirlpool bathtub was separate, raised up on a couple steps, and could easily hold two people. To his left ran a white marble counter streaked in silver with two sinks and a long mirror above.
Jesse blinked, shook his head slightly, and walked across the bathroom to the toilet, where a bidet sat to one side. He saw mouthwash sitting by the sink and rinsed his mouth, then washed his face and combed his fingers through his hair. He headed back to the bedroom and looked at the empty bed, unable to deny the disappointment he felt at waking up alone. He considered crawling back in and waiting for Evan to return to him, then wondered if Evan was downstairs waiting for him to get dressed and get out. For all he knew, he had already overstayed his welcome. The things Evan whispered to him during the night made him want to believe Evan would like to see him again, but in truth, maybe he should look at Evan’s words for what they were, the charmings of a man looking to get off.
His heart constricted at the thought. He didn’t want Evan’s words to be hollow. He wanted to see him again, every day, every night. He wanted Evan to be his, and his alone. But how would he go about convincing a man who was used to being the object of lust for half the world that he should be only with him?
Jesse felt the combative part of himself stir at the challenge. He could do it. After all, even if half the world wanted Evan, the world hadn’t gotten a look at Jesse yet, and when it did just as many people would want him too, so didn’t that mean he and Evan would be perfect together? While the whole world drooled over one or the other of them, they could find sanctuary in each other’s arms, understanding each other better than anyone else possibly could. He snatched his jeans off the bed, wanting to find Evan.
Wearing only a pair of black Adidas running pants that fell off the top of his slender hips, Evan stood in the doorway holding a serving tray with two plates of scrambled eggs, toast, and two glasses of orange juice.
“You don’t have to be dressed to do that.” Evan headed to the nightstand and set the tray down. He walked around the bed, past Jesse to the curtains, and pulled them back to fill the bedroom with sunlight. He stayed at the windows, staring out at the lake.
Jesse’s breath slipped as he gazed at Evan’s lean body, his skin radiant in the sunlight. Looking at him, he couldn’t help but picture classical Greek sculptures that strove to depict the epitome of male beauty. It was impossible to look at Evan and think of him as anything but beautiful. Though, other words like stunning, breathtaking, captivating…
“I knew we should have slowed down,” Evan mumbled to himself.
Jesse watched Evan’s shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. He walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Evan’s waist. He kissed the back of his shoulder, laid his head against Evan’s, and gave him a strong hug. “No regrets,” he whispered.
With Evan so close, his breath on his lips, Jesse’s earlier desire surged back to the surface. He edged his hips nearer to him. “I feel incredible.”
Jesse brushed his lips across Evan’s shoulder. “A little.” He licked up Evan’s neck to his left earlobe and sucked the two gold hoop earrings dangling there into his mouth. “But it’s a good kind of sore.” He moved his lips back to Evan’s neck. Evan closed his eyes and tipped his head to the side to give more of it to him. Jesse kissed the soft skin near the curve. “There’s a phantom feeling as if you’re still inside me.” He lightly nipped him. “But it’s a tease too, because it makes me want the real thing again.”
Jesse traced his index finger along the inside of Evan’s pants. The tip brushed over the top of Evan’s hard cock. “I think I already am.”
“That’s a sexy image. I hope you like your eggs scrambled because it’s the only way I know how to cook ‘em.” Evan lightly tugged at Jesse’s boxers. “Why don’t you take these off and get back in bed?”
Before Evan’s fingers left his boxers, Jesse dropped them around his ankles. Evan moved his eyes over him, taking a long moment to drink in Jesse’s fully filled organ. He slowly raised his gaze. Jesse’s eyes showed no shyness or self-consciousness, not that Jesse had anything to be self-conscious about. His sleek, wiry body could have made Michelangelo weep at its perfection. He caught Jesse’s knowing grin. Jesse knew
exactly
how attractive he was, and it was clear because of that knowledge, he was as comfortable nude as he was clothed.
Seeing Jesse’s confidence made Evan’s cock strain to break free of his running pants. He slid one arm around Jesse’s lower back and pulled him in, covering his mouth in a kiss that sent his desire to him. He rubbed one hand down Jesse’s chest to his stomach, pausing when he felt it rumble under his palm. He smiled through the kiss. “You really are hungry.”
Jesse let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment, but followed. He crawled under the covers and propped the pillows up against the headboard. Evan set the tray over Jesse’s lap and slid next to him from the other side of the bed.
Evan chuckled under his breath. “I do okay with some things.” He lowered his eyes to his plate, his mood suddenly somber. “Is that what you see when you look at me? A rock star? A celebrity?”
Jesse heard a hint of sorrow in Evan’s voice. He looked at him to see it reflected in the shadow of pain on his face. It reminded him of when he asked Evan about why he had left the music world behind and how Evan skated around the question. There was more to his leaving than wanting to explore the world. Had he grown tired of people only looking at him as a performer? From what he already learned of Evan’s personality, saying he was reclusive would be an understatement. Could he no longer stand having cameras shoved in his face everywhere he went, having reporters trying to dig out the dirty bits of his personal life? It couldn’t have been easy for him, being gay and trying to hide it to attain the highest level of success possible. Or did something else happen to drive Evan away from music? He couldn’t imagine anything being strong enough to make himself turn away from it.
Jesse brushed the backs of his fingers down Evan’s cheek. “I’m not going to lie and say I don’t admire the music you’ve done, or that I’ve never watched DVDs of your concerts and sat in awe of your stage performance. But just because your music has inspired me, it wouldn’t have been enough for me to be here with you like we are now. When I said things felt different with you, I meant you’re the first person I’ve ever been so attracted to beyond just the physical.”
He laid his hand over Evan’s and threaded their fingers together. “And last night, I felt something with you I’ve never felt before. Something deep inside me responded to you, and I wanted you like I’ve never wanted anyone. I wouldn’t have given it up to you if I didn’t feel that way. That’s what I’ve been waiting for. For a guy I felt comfortable with, someone I connected with deeper than just thinking they were hot.” He paused, his next words coming softer. “Someone I felt safe with.”
Evan gazed at him. Jesse felt comfortable, safe, with him. He wondered if Jesse was always so honest and open with his emotions. This was the exact thing he had feared, that he would find himself unable to resist wanting to be with him, that Jesse would genuinely like him and want more from him than only a single night of pleasure. Yet despite the trepidation, the joy he felt overpowered it to the point where he could delude himself into believing he had every right to be happy with Jesse.