“Here?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“No. Not here.”
“I don’t want you to see anyone else,” he seethes and it’s as surprising as it is hot.
“Is that right?” I muse even though I have no intention of straying anywhere but Reid’s bed.
“Dammit, Harlan. I know you can have your pick but?—”
“I want you,” I say firmly, kneading his ass cheeks, fondling and teasing him while soaking up every single whimper and unspoken plea. “Only you.”
“Why?” The question isn’t so muchwhy?as it ishow can I trust you?
And honestly, he has no way of knowing.
But I can show him—with words and actions.
“Because you’re the only god damn thought I have from sunup to sundown, and if I’m gonna give in to temptation, I’m going to bury myself in you until there’s no telling where youstart and I end. I won’t waste a minute anywhere else when I have you—when I’m fucking out of my mind for you.”
Hooded eyes stare back at me through those black frames I love so much, and I can’t take it anymore. Gripping the back of his neck, I tilt my face and crush my mouth to his, pushing my tongue between his lips as he gasps.
I ravage him, nipping and licking and sucking—commanding him to take everything I have to give.
And he does.
“Will you get on your knees for me?” I ask, wrenching back and admiring his swollen lips, his skin red from the stubble on my face.
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in his voice, the single word followed by him dropping to the ground, his fingers working open my belt before tackling the button and zipper.
It’s cold in here but I barely feel it, my skin on fire as he pulls down my jeans and underwear to mid-thigh.
“How rough can I be?” I ask, threading my fingers in his hair, raking my nails over his scalp as he looks up at me, lips parted and so damn tempting. “Because I won’t lie, Christmas, you look like heaven right now.”
“I-I can take it,” he stutters, his hand wrapping around the base of my erection as I growl, gripping his brown locks as he strokes me. His palm isn’t as rough as mine, owing to his time spent working on the computer rather than in the field.
“You can, can’t you?” I murmur, his lips sucking the head of my dick into his mouth, flicking my slit with his tongue before taking me all the way to the back of his throat.
I hold him there, making him gag before pulling out and thrusting in again. He moans, the vibrations ratcheting up the intensity of having this gorgeous man kneeling at my feet.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I ask, my voice gritty as I do it again. He whimpers, his head nodding as he looks up at me.“Take your cock out. I want to get off watching you fuck your hand.”
He sucks on me hard, one hand fumbling with his belt before pulling his erection from his jeans. His eyes roll back as he strokes us in tandem, my fingers still raking through his hair, gripping and pulling as we find our rhythm.
“That’s right.” I pull all the way out, dragging the head against his swollen lips, making them shiny as he pants. “You look so good like this—hot and needy. Feel how hard you made me.” He works his dick harder as I thrust back into his mouth, his tongue dragging up the underside over and over.
The noises he’s making are obscene, sloppy and wanton and sexy as hell, and I need every single one. His eyes squeeze shut as he jerks himself faster—I’m close butnot yet.
I yank his hair, and he grunts, his eyes flying open and up to mine.
“Don’t youdarecome before me,” I command, the words a low rumble. I can tell he’s desperate and so damn close he looks like he’s almost in pain.
But he obeys.
Such a good fucking boy.
He sucks me faster, works me harder, his hand pumping and twisting in a way that drives me insane—wholly and completely—until I’m coming down his throat.
I roar, my release tearing through my body like an avalanche down a mountain, the snow at the mercy of the slope, falling faster and faster—the feeling wild and out of control.
