Page 71 of Fight or Flight
Moving with far less coordination than usual, I straddle his chest and tear open my pants.
He watches with glassy eyes as I fish out my dick and stroke it furiously.
Having Shane under me like this, spent and dazed from the orgasmIgave him, is way hotter than it has any business being, and I’m so hard my dick actually aches.
“Open your mouth,” I practically growl as my entire body tenses and my orgasm hovers just out of reach.
Shane slowly opens his mouth, and his obedience pushes me even closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” I rasp, still furiously working my dick. “Show me how much you want my load.”
Something flickers in Shane’s eyes, and a hint of a smile ghosts over his lips as he lifts his head and closes his mouth around my tip.
I’m so taken aback by the move that my rhythm falters.
More life comes back to Shane’s eyes, and he sucks harder, drawing even more of me into his mouth as he traces his tongue over my cockhead. The challenging look in his eyes is what finally pushes me over, and I don’t just hit my orgasm, I crash into it with all the speed and strength of a wrecking ball.
Shane sticks with it and swallows everything I give him and doesn’t pull off until I’ve finally stopped shooting.
I fall back on his chest, my head spinning, and my body tingling deliciously.
Shane looks up at me and drags his tongue over his lips. “You taste good.”
Letting out a weird laugh that’s more of a release of energy than because anything’s funny, I climb off him and tuck my dick back into my pants. Then I search out my knife and slip it in my pocket.
He sits up and puts himself away, but looks everywhere but at me while we stand and do our pants back up.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a flash drive and hold it out to him.
“What’s that?” he asks, eyeing it warily.
“Take it and find out.”
He looks like he wants to tell me to go fuck myself, but takes it from me.
“Good talk.” I give him a little wink and run one hand through my hair to make myself look a little more presentable. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
He doesn’t say a word as I slip out of his room, and I’m smiling as I close the door behind me and head down the empty hall.
I’m almost at the stairwell when my phone vibrates with a text.
Xave: was busy
Xave: be there in 20
Jace: k
Tucking my phone away, I take the stairs two at a time.
I didn’t have any of what just happened between us on my bingo card for the night, but I’m not mad about any of it as I head up to my room to wait for Xave to show up.
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SHANE
I watchas the door to my room closes behind Jace, and I blink a few times as the reality of what just happened hits, and this weird sense of unease and satisfaction washes over me.
It’s not just the fact that we hooked up again that’s tripping me up; it’s how I let him do all those things to me.
