Page 14 of Loving Jamie

When they pull away, Justin’s face is flushed red. William turns to me and winks. He must know I recognised what happened between them.

William says, “How about we go to bed? I want you both to stay here if that’s ok? And in the morning, I want to discuss some things.”

I nod my head and start to crawl off his lap, but William stands up before I manage to get up. I squeal as I scramble to keep hold of him so I don’t fall to the floor.

They both laugh loudly as William says, “I'm not going to drop you, angel. I just want to carry you to bed.”

I roll my eyes at him but squeeze myself closer when he starts walking up the stairs. I hold a hand out to Justin and he places his fingers through mine.

Chapter 10 –

William

I open my bedroom door and place Jamie down on top of the quilt. I'm glad I decided to get a super king size bed when I moved into the house as we’re going to need a lot of room for the three of us to sleep comfortably.

Justin shuts the bedroom door and walks over to stand next to me. Jamie watches the both of us with a seductive smirk on his face.

I sit next to him on the bed and he turns his body to face me as I say, “I don’t want to burst your bubble angel, but nothing sexual is happening tonight, a few kisses and then we are all going to sleep.”

Jamie pouts. “But Daddy...”

Justin laughs as he says, “I know, baby. It’s going to be torture but William is right. Nothing sexual until we have all spoken about limits as well as desires and expectations. There will be plenty of time for us all to fool around, but when we wake up tomorrow morning, we are going to sit down and discuss everything.”

I kiss Jamie’s cheek and say, “Why don’t you go and brush your teeth and get ready for bed? I'll get some clothes for you to sleep in.”

Jamie nods his head and I point him in the direction of the bathroom letting him know there are spare toothbrushes under the sink. When the bathroom door is shut and I hear the tap running, Justin sits down next to me. “Are you ok?” He asks.

I nod my head and say, “Yeah, I’m ok. I just can't believe his ex-boyfriend treated him like that.”

Justin wraps an arm around the back of my neck and quietly says, “I know. I didn’t know anything like that had happened but now that he’s mentioned it when I went to his place earlier in the night, I helped him get dressed and I saw some marks on his back but I just thought they were old stretch marks or something.”

His fingers squeeze the muscles on the back of my head and I feel myself melting into his touch, he carries on saying, “I know we will talk about everything with him tomorrow, but I feel like I should tell you that even though we have already fooled around, we haven't gone all the way because we were hoping to share that with you but hand jobs and blow jobs have been exchanged.”

I’m surprised that they haven't had sex yet but something inside of me is happy they waited. I wouldn’t have minded if they already had but I'm glad that I get to share a first with them.

I press my lips to his and the kiss is softer this time. We aren't fighting for dominance. It’s soft and gentle.

The bathroom door opens and I hear Jamie take a quick breath. When I pull away from Justin, I look over at Jamie and see his face is flushed red.

I stand up, walk over to my wardrobe to grab a t-shirt and a pair of shorts for him to wear.

I turn around to see that Justin has gone into the bathroom and Jamie is starting to undress in front of me. He slips the leather harness from his chest and drags his shorts down his legs.

The dark purple fishnets must have been part of a set because he’s also wearing a matching thong underneath.

I drag my eyes away from his body and force myself to grab some clothes out of the wardrobe.

I hear Jamie giggle behind me as he says, “What's the matter, Daddy? Don’t you like my pretty knickers?”

I look over my shoulder and see him standing with his hands on his hips. He looks sinful, and I’m struggling to remember why I said to take things slowly. “You look fucking edible, boy.” I say through clenched teeth.

He prances over to me and I couldn’t force myself to look away. He lays his palms on my chest and tilts his head to look me in the eye.

The heat from his fingers soaks through my shirt. He stands on his toes and presses his lips to mine. The minty taste of toothpaste on his tongue as well as the natural taste of him makes me groan.

He presses his hips forward and I feel his cock digging into the middle of my thigh. He whimpers as he wriggles against me.

I pull my lips away from him, and he whines at the lost contact.