Page 50 of Manhattan Tormentor

Splitting my lips open, I let his tongue sweep inside. No, it’s more than that. I plead silently for him to come inside and he does, pushing heat through me like I’ve swallowed a live dragon.

Like the flip of a switch, his kiss morphs from light and teasing to extreme and all-consuming. Consume is right. He eats the groans out of me, and I feed off that kind of shit, always have. I always want someone to give me 110%. I never figured it would be Sage, but here we are and I’m dying without my hands on him. It’s all I can think about.

It’s a struggle to breathe as he greedily explores every inch of my mouth, like he’ll never get enough. I won’t ever have enough, I know that.

I need him.

My heart thumps as my nerves come alive with pleasure, and then his hands roam under my shirt.

It’s short lived, and I all but whimper when he pulls his hand free and shoves me back. “That’s enough. I was busy before you interrupted me.” He sweeps his eyes over me. I know when someone is into me, his eyes are masked in lust and I lick the intoxicating flavor of him from my lips. “I guess you can come too if you shut your smart mouth for more than a minute.”

It’s an unfamiliar sensation to be checking out a guy’s ass as I follow behind him up the long staircase and into his bedroom. I can appreciate the male body and not be queer… right?

His room is nothing as I expect. There’s a few posters, a huge queen size bed, and on the other side of the room is a computer station. Three monitors are paused on a video game. Sage throws himself into the big red leather chair and picks up a controller.

When he un-pauses the game, I take a closer look. “Hey, is that Zombie Pike 3? It’s not out until the spring.”

“Yeah. I’m beta testing it.”

“Fuck, that’s cool.”

He’s playing it like a pro as I watch over his shoulder.

“My mom helped design it.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah, she’s kind of a coding genius. I get to test the games before they go on sale.” He chins over to a wall of shelves holding a massive amount of games. “Third shelf down, that’s all her games.”

Sage doesn’t mess around when it comes to gaming. He tosses me a controller. For an hour we sit side by side as I help him make his way through the Baton Rouge swamps, fighting off zombies and rescuing survivors.

“Shit, that is so good. I can’t wait until it comes out.”

“Yeah, I like it. It has a few glitches though.”

“That thing on level nine.”

Sage nods and throws down the controller before closing down the game. We’re plunged into silence.

Sprawling on the bottom of his bed, my elbows hold me up as I spread out my feet. I catch him watching me and it’s nothing like being checked out by girls.

This is hotter.

Makes me crazy.

“You got any food around here?”

“I’m not feeding you.”

“Why not? I’ve behaved myself, haven’t I?”

Sage emits a brief huff that makes it seem as though he’s about to chastise me.

I’m a twisted shit because I want him to. I want him to lose his cool like he did in the restaurant. The thump of my heart accelerates through my chest and the pulse of my dick.

“Debatable. You wouldn’t know how to behave, Maverick. You and your split personality are bad news.”

My eyebrow shoots up even as my mouth quirks.

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