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Wordlessly I continued my massage, touching him had its impact. My cock thickened. At the rate it was going, it would only be a matter of time before he noticed. With what had happened earlier and our history, maybe it wouldn’t freak him out too bad. Jeremy was clearly trying not to cross a line.
But then the unthinkable happened.
He scooted back into me, there was no way to hide the bulge that was now pressing right into the crease of hisass. Jeremy didn’t even flinch, just pressed harder, rolling his hips a little, which caused my eyes to roll back. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. Two could play that dirty little game.
I leaned in close and ran the stubble on my cheeks over his shoulder blades and preened when goosebumps broke out across his skin. It was nice to know that after all this time, simple touches were all it took. I wanted to do so much more.
My hands wandered, sliding along the front of his arms and across his chest.
Jeremy’s nipples pebbled under my touch, my nose pressed into the spot between his shoulder blades. I took deep lungfulls of him because this was dangerous and at any moment he’d come to his senses, just like earlier, and tell me to stop. He had to because there was no way I would stop myself.
No, this felt too good and too perfect after the last several years apart, and when Jeremy melted against me even more, I knew I was done for. There was no putting an end to this. Not until we’d both gotten something out of it.
My hands trailed lower down his front, tangling in the fine dusting of red chest hair on their journey south. On their slow descent they went past his navel and landed at the waist of those damn pajama pants. I wanted them outof the way. Needed the cock that was tenting the front and making my mouth water.
When my fingers slipped below the elastic band of his pants, both of our breaths caught, though for two different reasons. Maybe. I was being bold by touching him this way, but I was in shock to come in contact with what felt like lacy fabric. Not cotton boxers or briefs.
I didn’t know what possessed me to say it. It wasn’t like I’d gone there with him before, but I couldn’t stop the words that tumbled, uninhibited, from my lips.
“Oh, are we a dirty little slut? We like it when we wear our pretty little things?”
Jeremy let out a harsh exhale. “Oh fuck. Please. More.”
So he liked a little dirty talk?
I could work with that. It was more I wished I’d known the first time we were together and maybe I could have pleased him a little more then he wouldn’t have run away. I needed to stop thinking along those lines because we’d never get anywhere if we kept dwelling on the past. No, we needed to be in the present and the fact that I had Jeremy on my bed, with my hand down his pants while he had on a pair of lacy panties.
I needed to see those panties on his body.
“Up,” I ordered, bringing my hands to his shoulders and pushing him to stand. He did so without question.I helped him turn to face me. I lifted onto my knees on the edge of the bed. A flush spread down Jeremy’s body, making him all the more desirable. I wanted to lick and consume him. Taste every drop, never forgetting it because this was surreal. This man wasn’t really standing in front of me again. I didn’t get lucky like this. What god had I pleased to earn such an amazing gift?
I bit my bottom lip, looking him up and down, surveying the magnificent man that had blossomed in the last few years. Jeremy had always looked good, but that hadn’t been the only thing that had drawn me to him. He was sweet, passionate, and caring. Maybe he cared a little too much sometimes. That wasn’t always a detriment, but it made him susceptible to being hurt more often than not. Maybe that had been a large part of why he’d needed to leave Berkeley?
My fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants. “Is this okay?”
That flush spread further down his chest, and Jeremy looked away for a moment, a clear indication that he was battling with his decision. I wouldn’t force him, but I couldn’t proceed without his consent. This wouldn’t happen otherwise.
When he finally met my gaze again, there was no mistaking the single-minded determination that was there inhis eyes. Jeremy Praytor wanted this. He wanted me, and I was more than willing to give him everything.
“Do it.”
Material couldn’t get out of my way fast enough as I shoved at the flannel encasing his hips. The pants slid down his thighs, I was greeted with the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. If you had asked me last week if lacy underwear was something I was into, I probably would have laughed, but something about seeing it on Jeremy? Fuck, it was gorgeous. Especially with the way the black fabric contrasted with his creamy skin.
His cock strained the front of the underwear. The way his pink head pressed into the fabric was borderline obscene. I wanted wrap my lips around it and suck. To feel the contrast between the rough material and his smooth, hard flesh. I needed to taste him again.
There was no more asking permission. We’d crossed the line already, and there was no going back. I leaned in close and inhaled his musky desire. “Damn, you look so fucking pretty all wrapped up in lace. What else did you make all pretty for me?” I purred as I nuzzled against his shaft.
A deep groan filled the air as I continued to rub my face against him like a kitten marking its territory. By the time I was done, I wanted to be saturated with his smell.
I cupped his balls and rolled them as my lips wrapped around the leaking head through the thin material. It was such an odd sensation to have the lace in the way, but my cock throbbed at how arousing it all was. Not only was the feel of it addicting, The mewls that Jeremy made were music to my ears. I needed to make him sing more for me.
A voice in the back of my head said we needed to keep it down. If Leah heard us this would only make things worse, but I was addicted, drugged by the sounds of him. I wanted to do anything to drag more and more from his mouth.
Chapter 14
Jeremy
This was almost too much. The sight of Austin on the bed with his head between my legs had me on the verge of blowing my load. It all felt too overwhelming, and part of that was my fault for not giving in. For not seeking a proper release for so long. Your hand could only do so much, and it never compared to what it felt like to have a hot, warm mouth wrapped around your dick.
