James released another relieved breath. In the handful of intimate moments they’d shared before this one, James had never been so raw. Neither had Cal. Only minutes ago, he’d been ready to brush off any pleas and excuses James came up with, but holding him like this, he believed him. He knew James meant every word.
And though he wasn’t entirely sure how, he knew damn well they’d find a way to make this work. Ever since he’d topped James, the power between them had shifted, had become more equal.
Maybe he could stay the driver—and laugh that stupid saying in the face. It was not cheaper to rent, whatever an arrogant banker thought. In this case, the renting thing had almost cost too damn much.
Driving would be an excuse to be close to James, to look after him like he had before. He’d need a driver anyway, and Cal trusted himself with the job again. It’d mean another adjustment to their dynamic, and a huge one, but no different, he guessed, than if he were James’s PA—a job he imagined to be so stressful that he wouldn’t want it. It would most definitely kill any hope of finishing his book.
Cal pulled James closer again and kissed him, and the way James opened up to him made him glad that he was, in fact, staying. He’d have missed all this, the trust and surrender James promised with nothing more than his teeth and lips, and which he took with nothing more than his own teeth and lips and tongue—and soul.
The pain bled away. The resentment—gone. The confusion—yep, gone. Suddenly everything was so much clearer, thoughts and mind and emotions. There was something he could look forward to, a challenge he could accept, knowing he had all the tools to win out. They had a shot at this. Chemistry had never been a problem. Chemistry and sex were easy. They had trust, and honesty, and even love.
“Before we get into territory where it’s hard to focus . . .” Cal smiled. “I think I did like you on your knees.”
James smiled back at him and slid onto the floorboards. “Like so?”
“Like that.” Cal shifted in his seat. “What we did that day, when I topped you in the car?”
“Yes. The blowjob.”
Cal almost smiled—James made it sound so very special, although, yes, it had been one of the few times James had blown him, but it seemed like it had a special place in his memories. “I could really do with one of those now.”
James nodded and moved between his legs. “Couldn’t think of anything else that day.”
“Important meeting today?”
“No more important than you.”
Damn. Considering how many millions of pounds James shifted around, that was big.
“James, I don’t . . . want to say this while too turned on to think clearly, or right after, but you mean a hell of a lot to me. I love you too.” There it was, not nearly as hard to say as he’d thought.
James met his gaze. “I knew that.”
Cal grinned. He kissed James gently. “I don’t have to tell you what to do, do I, sir?”
James shuddered, and shook his head. “No. You don’t.”
One more kiss, and then Cal leaned back against the seat. His shoulder blades hadn’t even touched the leather when James came forwards and started frantically unbuckling Cal’s belt. Cal stroked James’s hair, careful not to mess it up, but enjoying the way his touch distracted James.
As James drew down Cal’s zip, Cal bit his lip and pressed himself against the seat, relieved to be back on this ground with James but also dying of anticipation.
Not a moment too soon, James went down on him. Cal swore softly, grasping James’s hair and not even worried about mussing the style now. That could be fixed later. For now, he needed to touch James, hold on to him—hell, hold on to something as James took Cal’s cock deep into his mouth. This wasn’t the first blowjob James had given him, but just like every time before, it surprised the hell out of Cal. The things James did with his lips and tongue, not to mention his hand—those slow strokes with the slightest twist—were amazing.
“Fuck, you’ve got an incredible mouth,” he murmured.
James groaned softly, and stroked Cal a little faster, as if the praise had driven him on.
“That thing you do with . . . with your hand.” Cal arched off the seat. “That’s so good. So fucking good.”
And just like before, James doubled his efforts, stroking faster and harder, teasing with his lips and tongue. The way the tip of his tongue fluttered on and around the head of Cal’s cock rendered him almost speechless. He desperately wanted to praise James even more, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He kneaded James’s scalp and thrust, forcing himself into James’s mouth, and James groaned as if Cal had been fucking him.
“D-don’t stop, James.” Cal bit his lip. “Keep . . . keep doing that, and you’ll make me come.” He paused, licking his lips. “Sir.”
James’s groan was almost a whimper this time, and Cal let go. He gasped, shuddered, and came hard, thrusting erratically into James’s mouth as James kept stroking and sucking him all the way through his orgasm.