Page 37 of Dangerous Pursuit
When the tune changes once more, I know it's time to stop.
Reluctantly, I pull my head back and let his cock slip out of my mouth. Still on my knees, I help him dress, and by help Imean, I do it for him. I don't think he'd be able to do it himself right now, not in the time we have, anyway. After I set his boxers and jeans in place, I tuck his shirt in, making sure there's a little leeway to the fabric, just like he always does. Once I'm done, I get up, Xander's hot breath landing on my face once our heads are leveled.
"Liam?" Xander says, sensing me there, his voice almost completely gone now.
"Hmm?"
"Come here."
"I am here."
"Closer."
And before I can figure out what exactly he means by closer, he fists my t-shirt and pulls me to him, closer indeed, crashing our lips together and pushing his tongue forcefully inside my mouth, humming as he tastes himself.
"God," he breathes out once he's done exploring my mouth. "That was fucking awesome."
Exactly the words I wanted to hear.
But there's something else I wanted to do.
I pull out my phone from my pocket and switch on the flashlight before lifting it above our heads.
Temporarily blinded, Xander squints, winces and holds his hand between his face and the light, shielding himself from it. "Okay, you lose two points for that now. Eight out of ten."
I grin and say nothing. He looks exactly how I pictured him. Maybe even better. His eyes glazed over, eyelids heavy. The black lines he had under his eyes now even more smudged,framing his eyes, contrasting perfectly with the blond halo around his head, all making him look like a fallen fucking angel.
"Seriously,why," he whines, trying to swat my hand away.
I chuckle. "Gotta get used to the light again. We're about to emerge in the real world."
"No, we're not."
I raise a brow. "We're not?"
"Fuck no. If my math is mathing, there's still something that needs assistance." And before I can stop him, he gropes my throbbing cock over my pants.
I groan, the contact providing much,muchneeded relief and immediately grab his wrist and pull it away, far, far away from me. I can't allow myself to lose my focus right now. "Nuh-uh."
"What? Why not?" He whines, all-but fighting me as I have to hold both his hands now, the beam from my flashlight dancing in circles across the wall. "Hear that?" I jerk my chin toward the speaker behind him. "That's the last song. We gotta get the fuck out of here."
"Don't they do an encore or something?" He's still trying to wrestle me.
"They already did. Twice."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. I've spent the last twenty minutes only half focusing on what you're doing, because I was too busy being stressed out, thinking of all the ways I would repay you, since… You know… I've never done this before. I had a whole plan!"
I groan, my cock twitching at his words, trying desperately to suck the last of the blood from my brain just so that I say yes. "You shouldnothave told me that just now." I take a deep, steadying breath, trying to regain control over my body. "We're leaving. But, you know…" I lower my voice and bring my mouth to his ear. "There's always tomorrow."
"There isn't, though. My semi-finals are coming in two weeks, and with the way I've been… preoccupied with a certain someone lately, you won't be seeing much of me for some time."
"Damn," I say, wondering if this is just my dick talking, or if I accidentally crossed some line in the sand that would cause me to miss not just his hard body, but him, as a person. Damn, indeed. I shake my head to chase the thought away. "Guess I'm in for a lot of extra showers."
And because I can already sense Xander's mouth opening to throw some taunting remark about that last part, I take his hand and drag him to the door. "Come. I'll drive you home before you drive me insane."
I crack open the door to make sure Matty or any of his colleagues aren't lurking around, and once I decide it's clear, we make a dash down a hallway we're actually allowed to walk.
As we walk past the main gate, the crowd is already spilling out, chanting and clapping as they go.
