Page 34 of Blood on Ice

“Tell me you don’t want this.”

I leaned closer. Our lips were nearly touching, and I could feel his warm breath against my mouth.

“Tell me you aren’t dying for me to kiss you.”

“I….”

“Tell me, Zeke.”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he closed the gap between us and kissed me so hard I stumbled backward.

I caught myself and leaned in, pressing him back against the door. “Fuck that’s good,” I whispered against his mouth, and he groaned. “More?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

I worked our cocks together and forced my tongue between his lips, making him open for me. He shuddered against me as I licked the roof of his mouth, and his tongue tangled with my own. He was as responsive as I’d known he’d be.

I was supposed to be focused on his safety, but all I could think about was how fucking good he tasted. I needed this. We both did. He’d tried to protest, but he wasn’t holding back now, and I wasn’t going to either.

I thrust my hips harder against him as I kissed and bit his neck. He wrapped a leg around me, opening himself so I could fit my cock right against his.

Fuck. I could come like this, like some fucking kid dry humping in the back of a car. “You’re way too fucking tempting.”

“Jesus. You too.”

“Come here.” I pulled him across the room and encouraged him to sit on the couch.

“I need to see you like this again, laid back with your cock out.”

He froze, and I realized what I’d said. Fuck, maybe Val was right; I had no discretion at all.

“What do you meanagain?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I don’t know why I said that. I can’t think looking at you like this.”

“No. You meant it.”

I pushed his legs apart and sank to my knees between them. He tried to keep glaring at me, but when I ran my hand over his still-covered cock, he moaned and some of the tension in his muscles relaxed.

I popped the button on his jeans and began to slide the zipper down. He was watching me with wide eyes. “What if I told you I watched you one night?”

“Watched me where?”

“Here.” I unzipped him the rest of the way and traced the hard ridge of his cock, loving the silky feel of his gorgeous turquoise briefs.

“You’ve never been here.”

“Are you sure about that?”

He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down and lowered the band of his briefs enough to pull his cock out. He gasped as my hand wrapped around bare flesh. He felt fucking perfect in my hand.

“You broke into my apartment?” His breath was coming quick now. Was it from fear or my hand on his dick? Probably both.

“I climbed onto your balcony. You were watching porn, lying back on the couch. You were fucking gorgeous, your cock so hard like it is now.” I stroked him, and a drop of precum formed at the slit. I swiped over it with my thumb and brought it to my mouth.

Zeke whimpered when I licked my thumb clean. “You watched? You saw me….”

“Fuck your hand and come all over yourself? Yes.”

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