Page 25 of Miles

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Kaz’s lips lifted at one corner.

“I had some business close by and nothing else to do all weekend.”

“You wanna see my room?”

Kaz cocked a brow at him. “If that’s your way of asking if I wanna fuck, then yeah, I wanna see your room.”

Miles threw his head back and laughed more freely than he had in weeks. Fuck, but he’d missed Kaz. They talked or texted every day but seeing him in person was just so different. So much better.

“C’mon,” he said and grabbed Kaz’s hand to tug him toward the entrance of the dormitory.

He led Kaz through the first floor and up the stairs to his room. He checked that his roommate was out before dragging Kaz inside and locking the door behind them.

Arms wrapped around him from behind, lips teasing the side of his neck. He caught himself against the door, groaning when Kaz pressed his front to his back, something hard pressing against his ass. Hands slid under his shirt, teasingly close to his waistband.

He turned around, unsurprised to have Kaz pushing him back against the door, one hand grasping his hip, the other against the door above his head.

“I missed you.” The words left his mouth before he hada chance to stop them, and he internally cringed.

“Good.”

His gaze snapped to Kaz’s face, breath hitching at the heat he saw in Kaz’s eyes.

Kaz’s lips spread in a wicked smile as he lowered his head, lips only a hairsbreadth from Miles’s as he whispered, “I want to be the only one you think about. The only one you want.”

Kaz was in luck, then, because he occupied his every thought.

Kaz leaned back just enough to meet Miles’s gaze, and he felt like breathing was suddenly optional because what he saw in those gray eyes took his breath away. He’d never felt more wanted in his life. He’d never felt a need to belong anywhere. Not until Kaz. He wanted to belong with Kaz more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Fingers slid into his hair as lips found his in a deep kiss he felt through his whole body. He tugged on Kaz’s shirt, and Kaz stepped back to shrug out of his cut, placing it over Miles’s desk chair before he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. Miles was smiling as he ran his gaze over all that tan skin, enjoying the sight of Kaz’s rippling muscles and thick arms. All those tattoos he wanted to lick. He looked so damned good. Even better than he remembered, and he hadn’t thought that possible.

Kaz reached for his belt, and Miles snapped to, jerking his shirt off and shoving his pants down before Kaz could undo his jeans. He stepped out of his shoes and pants,frowning when Kaz let his hands fall to the side, button and zipper still done up.

“Kaz?”

The man was on his knees the next second, fingers digging into Miles’s hips as his lips wrapped around the head of his cock. A gasp tore from his lips as wet heat swallowed him up.

Not only did Kaz suck dick like a champ, but having Kaz-fucking-Tailler on his knees for him, moaning around his cock as he took him deep in his throat with every bob of his head? It shook his fucking world. It was undeniably the most exhilarating experience of his life. Seeing Kaz on his knees for him had a rush of possessiveness try to overtake him. He let it, grabbing a handful of Kaz’s hair, tugging hard as he held his head still to thrust into his mouth. Kaz took every inch of him with an eager hum that sent shivers through him.

“Kaz,” he gasped out, almost embarrassed by how fucking needy he sounded. He could barely breathe, the pleasure and that possessive need driving him straight to the edge.

He hissed when Kaz pulled off his cock, blinking at the man as he stood, his wet lips glistening and his eyes so dark he could barely see any gray in them. Kaz was breathing just as heavily as he was, his pupils blown wide and the muscles of his biceps tensing as he fisted his hands, looking like he was close to losing control. He looked like all of Miles’s dreams combined into a very dangerous package and not because he was an outlaw biker, but because he realized that Kaz had allthe means to completely unravel him.

“Get on the damned bed,” Kaz ordered, his voice rough with desire.

Miles didn’t have to be told twice. He sat down and had to grab handfuls of the sheets when Kaz finally undid his jeans and pushed them down, revealing that thick cock he wanted inside him desperately.

Kaz crossed the room, grabbing one of Miles’s ankles to tug until Miles was on his back on the bed, and then he crawled between Miles’s legs. A hand wrapped around his cock, drawing a needy moan out of him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Kaz groaned, the guttural sound sending sparks of heat through him. “I love how hard you are for me.”

Heat filled Miles’s cheeks, but it wasn’t embarrassment. Not really. Getting complimented by Kaz still hit really fucking hard. He would probably never understand how Kaz had gone from making him want to break his nose to making him want to get on his hands and knees for him.

“I was thinking…”

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