Blake didn’t glorify that with a verbal response. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of Jason’s cock, and took—with some effort—every inch of that impressive dick into his mouth. Jason pushed the limits of Blake’s gag reflex, but it was a well-trained reflex. Jason would have to work a lot harder than that to be too much for him.
Blake pulled back, sliding his lips all the way from the base back up to the head, then down again. Jason moaned, the sound barely carrying over the rush of the shower, and he kneaded Blake’s scalp with both hands. The combination of the oh my God, that feels good in the twitch of Jason’s fingers and the sting when Jason pulled his wet hair was amazing. Good thing Blake was already on his knees.
His strokes became shallower. He’d proved his point by deep-throating, and now he concentrated on the sensitive head, teasing with his lips and tongue instead of letting Jason fuck his mouth. That prompted even more kneading, and harder pulling that made Blake’s eyes water and his balls tighten.
“You’re . . . really good at that,” Jason moaned.
Blake ran his tongue around the head, grinning when Jason shuddered.
Then Jason tightened his grasp on Blake’s hair, stopping him. “I don’t care about the money. Just . . .” He jerked his thumb toward the bathroom door. “Bed. Fuck me.”
“Are you giving me orders?” Blake kept stroking Jason’s dick to keep him on edge. “Because that sounded an awful lot like an order.”
Jason’s head fell back against the wall. “Please?”
“Tell me how you want it.”
“I want it now.”
Blake’s hand stopped, but then he squeezed a bit. “That’s not what I asked, Jason. I asked how you want it.” He started stroking again, adding a twist to the movements. “You’ve already been on top. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“I—” Jason gulped.
“Tell me, or I’ll keep teasing you.”
Jason muttered something that the shower swallowed, but it was probably along the lines of “you bastard.” Mouthy little fucker, but he was hot and hard, so Blake let it go.
“Answer me.”
“From behind. Over the bed.”
An image flashed through Blake’s mind. Oh yes, that position could definitely be arranged.
Blake released Jason’s cock and stood up carefully, trying not to slip and kill the mood. He turned off the water, and suddenly the shower fell silent except for Jason’s heavy breathing and Blake’s pounding heart.
Blake grabbed Jason’s jaw and tilted his head up so their eyes met. “Dry off. Then go in the bedroom and bend over the bed.”
Jason nodded as much as Blake’s grip would allow. It was amazing how quickly he could shift from feisty and power-hungry to this. God, he was a switch, wasn’t he? An effortless switch who could be a full-on Dom and a deliciously pliant sub in the same night? No wonder he could charge thousands for a single orgasm.
After a short kiss, Blake released Jason and gestured for him to go ahead. Jason obediently stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed one of the dry towels. He dried off, and then disappeared into the bedroom.
Though Blake was turned on as all hell, he took his sweet time. He wanted Jason to squirm. Let him stay there, bent over the bed and ready for him. Let him earn his thousand quid. After turning such lovely hot water to a tepid mess, Jason owed him that much.
Blake dried himself off as if he were about to slip into full business dress, then stepped out, and was greeted by that gorgeous backside, the long strong legs, and Jason bent deep over the mattress. Jason’s elbows supported him, and his forehead almost touched the sheet. His legs were spread enough to allow Blake all the access he could possibly want, and the lube was within reach to his right. And a condom.
Blake stood behind him, letting his cock brush Jason’s ass when he reached for the condom packet. He got himself sheathed quickly and slid two fingers into Jason’s crack, then pushed them inside. Jason had already lubed himself up, and he shuddered and groaned as Blake finger-fucked him.
Jason exhaled. “M-more.”
“We’re a bit impatient, aren’t we?”
“Pluralis majestatis? That’s fucking weird in the bedroom.”
“I was talking about you.”
“Oh really?” Jason craned his neck. “That’s a ‘you,’ not a ‘we.’”
“You are . . .” Blake pulled back and positioned himself, then thrust in. “Far too articulate for somebody so hot and bothered.”
“Ungh.”
Blake almost laughed, but a gasp got in the way.
He gripped Jason’s hips and began to thrust in earnest now—they both needed it, needed it urgently, from the sounds Jason was making—half strangled groans, half wordless pleading. They slammed together, over and over, Jason’s skin hot and gleaming, their movements perfectly timed. Jason was pushing back as much as he could in his position, and Blake focused on nailing that tight ass until they were both desperate. He was barely lucid enough to think of making either of them come, and then Jason was shifting, jerking himself off with a free hand while one elbow took all of his weight.
Blake leaned forward and rested his hands on the mattress, and then kissed the back of Jason’s shoulder. “Jesus Christ, I could do this all night.”
“Please do,” Jason moaned, his back arching beneath Blake’s chest.