Page 24 of Reckless Hearts
There are lots of guys in the castle tonight who would suck me off.
But I don’t want anyone else.
The knowledge sweeps over me like a revelation.
So I lean forward and kiss Seb again.
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Seb
Mental note: wizarding robes are not the best outfits for hooking up.
But by now, we’ve established I really don’t have any game when it comes to seducing someone.
I mean, I’ve given Marcus lectures on theLord of the Ringsand the New Zealand science curriculum in the space of five minutes.
Yet somehow, we’ve ended up here, with Marcus responding to my kiss like I’m the only thing that matters in the entire solar system, potentially even the Milky Way.
I can’t believe I was daring enough to kiss him first. But it appears it’s impossible for me to be around Marcus without wanting him, without wanting to capture some of the beauty and charm that is Marcus for myself.
And my want for him makes me reckless.
Marcus’s bare skin is cold under my hands, and I can feel his goosebumps on his arms.
My hands trail across his broad shoulders, feeling the curve of his biceps. He tastes of bitter alcohol with sweetness beneath.
Marcus’s hands are in my robes, trying to reach my skin. The fabric bunches awkwardly around us.
I reluctantly pull my hands away from his body so I can undo my belt to allow him better access. Rather than a seductive striptease, it’s more of a clumsy dance routine.
But it doesn’t seem to matter when Marcus gets his hand under my robes and reaches my boxers. His fingers trace the outline of my cock through the fabric, and I moan softly against his lips.
Marcus chuckles, the sound vibrating through me as he continues to tease me, his fingers dancing along the waistband of my boxers. Then he hooks a finger underneath the elastic and slowly pulls them down.
My eyes flutter shut when his hand wraps around my cock.
“You’re so hard,” Marcus rasps. Hearing the desire in his voice makes my cock throb.
He starts to stroke me slowly, the coldness of his hands contrasting sharply with the heat building inside me. My body shudders, and I groan. Marcus captures my groan with his lips, swallowing it whole.
His hand moves more quickly now, matching the rhythm of my breathing. Pleasure rises inside me, but my balls tightening with my approaching orgasm jerks me back to the present.
Somehow, I’ve forgotten this is supposed to be about me getting my mouth on Marcus.
I put my hand around his, stopping his movements.
“I’m supposed to be blowing you, remember?”
I stand, reaching down to offer Marcus my hand. He takes it.
“Well, if you insist,” he says.
His eyes are hooded, his perfect lips slightly parted, and his breathing is heavy. His usually immaculate composure is coming undone, and knowing I’m the cause makes my head spin.
This isMarcus.The most beautiful and charming man in existence.
We stumble farther back into the shadows of the garden, then I drop to my knees.
