Page 19 of Holiday Scars
CHAPTER NINE
Blade
I stop kissing Jett to see how far he wants to take this. The air stills. The quiet pressing against my chest, my heartbeat heavy. When he exhales, low and shaky, it’s enough to keep going.
With heat growing between us because we’re chest to chest, our breaths mingle. The way he groans when his back hits the paneled wall with a soft thud makes me happy.
My hands find his jaw, my thumb brushing the stubble there. He flinches, but not from nervousness. Surprise. Want.
“Jett,” I breathe, and his name feels dangerous coming off my tongue like this. “You okay?”
He nods once, eyes flicking between my mouth and my eyes. “I want this,” he mutters. “I want to take this further.”
That’s all I need.
I devour him. And not too carefully this time, not tentative. Just raw. Years of restraint snap loose and explode. His lips part for me, and the taste of him makes me lose my mind. Sugar from the whipped cream and his last whiskey shot is what I taste. That, and his classic musk. It’s all just him.
Jett kisses me back hard enough to make me lose my balance, but he steadies me in his embrace. My pulse hammers in my throat.
I drag him closer, deepening the kiss, swallowing his groan of pleasure. His hands clutch at my shirt, like he’s desperate.
God, I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted someone who wants me like this. Every time Jett breathes in a sharp breath from my touch, it sounds like he’s saying my name.
I pull back just enough to look at his swollen lips and dark questioning eyes. “Oral isn’t enough for me,” I say, voice rough. “I’ll need to be inside you eventually. To own you.”
“What if I want to own you right back?” He grips my jaw.
Fuck, yeah. Jett is like me. A tough bastard. Not a pretty boy like Stavros, who wanted a bad boy. This is new for me, and I love it.
“Then own me. I’ve always wanted you,” I admit. “Just didn’t think it was possible.”
Something flickers across Jett’s face. Disbelief? Relief? Then he surges forward, kissing me again, harder, like he’s the one taking control now.
And I let him.
Because this right here, this heat, this gravity between us is the most real thing I’ve felt in my life.
The room blurs. Hands, breath, the scrape of denim, and the sound of Jett’s voice moaning my name is my whole world. The narrow focus I want to live by.
“Come on, I don’t think I can be quiet.” I bring him into the bathroom and push him down on his knees. “Your turn. Taste my cock.”
Jett greedily complies, and we both fumble to get my pants open. It happens quickly, and next, my cock is in his mouth.
Fuck...
“Take it deep, baby.” I stroke the silky strands of his hair. “All the way to the back of your throat.”
He works my cock with his tongue, the wetness of his mouth spilling over his lips.
“So messy, I love it.” As much as I want to just lose myself to this feeling, I also want to watch.
Watch every breath he takes, his nostrils flare as I grow harder and wider in his mouth. How fucking dirty is this? We are in the bathroom, and my dick is in his mouth. My best friend, his brother, is a few feet away.
I’m taking what doesn’t belong to me. And that makes me want to blow my load.
“You good with swallowing?” I say, achy and ready.
“Fuck, yeah,” he says, licking my balls. “I want to taste your cum.”
