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“Fuck, yes.” I slid my hand along the hard length tenting his sweats. “Need this down my throat just as much as you want to give it to me.”
Chapter 19
Patrick
Jaxon handled my throbbing cock with assured strokes that felt too damned good, and I stared at his parted lips, my breaths rushing out in perfect sync with his.
I stood on the edge of absolute ruin, my insides feverish, clothing restrictive as fuck. “You’re a kid, for fuck’s sake, a threat to everything I’ve built in my professional life.” My voice sounded strangled to my ears, the words forced out in opposition to the darkness inside my chest shrieking for release.
“I’m legal,” he argued, tightening his grip on my shaft to this side of painful.
“Too young to know what the fuck you want,” I said through gritted teeth, the skin of his neck searing my palm.
“I know I wantyou.” Jaxon swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath my hand, his pupils like a shot of pure lust to my groin. And the energy simmering, the flames rising between us…shit, I needed to fuck.
His tight, young body, all lean muscle, called out to me on a visceral level, tugging, enticing me closer. To just forget about reality and partake in the danger he promised to be.
The story he’d told hit me deeply, settling into a form of truth I didn’t want to acknowledge, as though he’d sat with David and listened to the old man’s tales as long as I had.
Telling myself I was too old for make-believe shit didn’t lessen the rightness I experienced in holding Jaxon captive like this. I’d been just as drawn to Primrose as he was—everything about her turned me on with the same fierce need Jaxon did.
And here he was, shaking and smelling like a goddamned snack, his lust as potent in my nose as the chemistry lighting my insides on fire.
“Please,” he whispered as though knowing I neared the edge of no return.
Take.
Fucking voice in my head—I closed the distance as though I was a puppet on a string, trapping Jaxon against the wall with my body. We touched from chest to thigh, his hand between our groins.
Jaxon squeezed my dick, and I groaned, my balls pulling up against my body. “Need to taste you—please.”
Voice lost to consuming desire, I couldn’t say no—couldn’t find the goddamn word to stop him as he slid to his knees.
I loomed over him, a sense of power rushing through me, obliterating the goddamn wall I’d thought strong as he fumbled to pull my aching shaft from my sweats.
He gulped. “Commando. Fucking hot.” At the first brush of his fingers against my leaking tip, the darkness inside me roared, overshadowing my humanity’s better sense. My hands tangled in the damp, mussed hair atop Jaxon’s head, and I pulled him close before he freed me completely.
I groaned as he closed his lips around me.
Hot. Wet. Yessss.
A low growl, unearthly yet familiar, rolled from my lips as Jaxon took me as deep as he could before gagging.
“Fuck. So good. Just like that.” I pulled back and thrust in, needing to hear that toe-curling noise again.
An explosion brewed in my balls as I fucked his mouth, going farther with every slow glide over his tongue until his throat convulsed around the thick head.
“Yes—fuuuuck, you’re taking me so good.”
Pleasure coursed through my body, owning my heart and head.
Nothing but Jaxon, his tongue, and the cavern of his hot mouth existed.
Wet blue-green eyes peered up at me, raw and needy as they had in my dreams every goddamned night since first laying eyes on him.
“You want my cum?”
“Mmm,” he moaned around my length, hands grasping at my thighs as though he couldn’t decide if he should pull me closer or push away.
