For an orgasm? Right now? Under Jason? Oh hell yes it was worth it.
Jason went on. “Every minute after, a thousand drops off.”
“You’re that confident you can get me off in under five minutes, eh?”
Jason dragged his thumbnail around Blake’s nipple, sending a shudder through him. “Oh, I think it’s a safe bet.”
Fuck. Holy fuck.
The businessman in Blake should’ve been weighing all the options, running cost/benefit analyses, and printing up spreadsheets in his head.
That businessman, however, was no match for a hard-on and a seriously hot prostitute.
Blake grabbed his watch off the nightstand. “You’re on the clock.”
“Well, I will be in a moment.” Jason flashed another wicked grin. Then he leaned over to the nightstand and ripped a condom packet open, then reached behind and under himself and rolled it onto Blake’s cock. All without breaking eye contact. “You’ll want to take the time.”
Blake glanced at the watch, then put it on the nightstand because Jesus, fuck, Jason was lowering himself onto his cock with one smooth movement, easily taking all of him. And he obviously loved it, which was yet another turn-on, especially since it was written all over the way his face blanked and his eyes closed. He grabbed the headboard and used it for balance or leverage or both, and right when Blake thought he could breathe again, Jason was rolling his hips in what looked very much like a dancer’s move—sinuous and controlled, every muscle perfect under his skin.
Blake groaned—this was the kind of thing a man wanted to see before dying, though dying was the last thing on his mind. He tried to thrust up, and Jason ground back against him, allowing him only short, hard movements.
Any thought of keeping track jumped out of the window. All he could think of was losing himself in this, in that tight, tight ass, because holy hell, Jason really knew how to work it. This was simply beautiful, unspeakably hot—the sight of Jason riding him to earn five thousand pounds. It made him want to hold out for just a bit longer, say, a couple minutes, regardless of how that ass was riding his cock, and regardless of Jason’s moans as he moved faster and faster.
Blake was tempted to grab and topple him, pin him down and pound him as hard as possible—Jason would love it if Blake lost it like that. This was one sweet, controlled mind-fuck.
Jason released a sound that was half groan, half helpless whimper. “Jared was right about you. You feel . . .” He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, as if he too was lost in this, but he quickly seemed to remember himself. He looked down at Blake, fierce determination in his heavy-lidded eyes. “Stubborn too.”
“You’d better believe it.” Blake grabbed on to Jason’s waist because he didn’t know what else to do with his hands. “With that much money on the—”
Jason did something with his hips. Tilted them? Fuck, Blake didn’t know. Whatever it was, it turned him inside out. His hands nearly slipped off Jason. His hips . . . moved. Somehow. His body may as well have had a mind of its own now. Fuck trying not to come. Fuck the money. Fuck the games. He needed to come.
“Oh my God,” Blake murmured. He tried to speak, but . . . fuck that too. Words, breath, brain. The tension in him swelled, and he’d already reached his breaking point, and if Jason kept moving like that, kept riding him like that, kept existing like that, Blake was going to skip right over his orgasm and go up in flames.
And then the tension gave. Blake didn’t make a sound. He couldn’t. All he could do was tremble and thrust, somehow hold on and let go at the same time, and in spite of Blake’s death grip on his hips, Jason kept riding him until he slurred, “S-stop.”
Jason eased down onto him, and stopped. For a moment, Blake didn’t move. He let the last few waves wash over him, and he thought he heard himself whispering curses, but, whatever. He felt amazing.
“Two minutes, forty-nine seconds.” Jason brushed a soft kiss across Blake’s lips. “Eleven more seconds, and you’d have saved yourself a thousand quid.”
“’S’okay.” Blake blinked his eyes open. “Totally worth it.”
They basked in the afterglow for a long time, and Blake actually dozed off for a little while. When he woke up, he thought Jason might’ve slipped out, but he was there, lying beside him and snoring softly.
Wasn’t that an adorable sight? Jason was absolutely smoking hot, and a demon in bed, but snoozing peacefully next to Blake, he was cute, too. Blake wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch him sleep, or wake the devil and go another round.