Page 57 of Slow Heat
“Yes!”
“Then come for me,” Jason muttered. “Now. Let me hear you.”
Vale cried out. The noise of his pleasure broke Jason’s fragile hold against his own orgasm. It tore him open like a pleasure-wound. With his muscles spasming, semen pumping in harsh, thick ropes out onto the wood floor, he shuddered and shook, his moans uncontrollably harsh and desperate. A moment of strange clarity crashed over him, a vision of himself as a quivering, shattered boy sweating and coming painfully hard in massive spurts all over his father’s office. And then he snapped back into himself again. Panting through tears of desire he gazed at all the come. Wolf-god, he’d made a mess.
“That’s it. That’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” Jason murmured. “And mine. You’re mine.”
Vale moaned. “Only if you want me to be.”
“I do. I want you so much.”
Vale sighed, his own pleasure seeming to calm while Jason still trembled with need. “This wasn’t the reason I called,” Vale said, a hint of embarrassment in his tone.
“It wasn’t a mistake.” Jason sat up, gathering command into his voice despite the way his thighs and arms shook. “Don’t say it was a mistake.”
“I won’t. Not yet.” But he sounded sad. “I can’t. It was too perfect, listening to you, feeling you through the phone. Did you feel me, too?”
“I can almost taste you,” he growled. And he could. Vale’s voice was a sweet grit on his tongue, and he swallowed it down. “Don’t be sorry. I won’t allow you to be sorry.”
“I’m not,” Vale said softly. “I just regret I didn’t accomplish what I’d set out to do.”
“Which was?”
“To know you better.”
“Well, now you know what I sound like when I come.”
Vale laughed. “Indeed I do.”
“That’s one thing you didn’t know before.”
“No, I didn’t.” Vale’s voice went breathy again. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”
“I should thankyou.”
“Yes, you should. Tell me what you liked best.”
“You really are dirty.”
“Does it bother you if I am?” Vale sounded naughty as he asked.
“No. I like it. If you were a prude, then we’d have a lot of problems.”
Vale chuckled again, his tension coming and going in waves over the phone with every question. “We should clean ourselves up.”
“I don’t want to stop talking to you.”
“Let’s have one more question and then we’ll say goodnight. You can call me again on Monday after school.”
“But I didn’t call you at all.”
Vale snorted. “Don’t be pedantic. I’m giving you permission to call me on Monday.”
“I will. Absolutely. On Monday.”
“After school.”
