didn’t know how to tell him.
Violet. His eyes had been violet.
But for a moment, there’d been a flicker of orange.
He knocked my hands away before he went down on me again. He was better at this than I thought he’d be, and I felt an insane twist of jealousy at how he’d learned. Of course he wasn’t a virgin. I wasn’t either. But that did nothing to quell the urge to find whoever else he’d been with and tear their fucking heads off.
He tugged on my balls and I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose. “You keep that up, I’m not gonna last. It’s been a long time.”
“I know,” he said, letting my dick slap wetly against my stomach. “Could smell them on you. When I first got here. All those women. I hated them.”
“Nothing since. You know that.”
He gripped my dick, slowly sliding his hand up and down. “Cockblock.”
I gaped at him. “What the hell?”
He shrugged, and the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Followed you around. Shadow. Cockblock.”
Motherfucker. I was laughing again, unable to stop. He frowned at me, and I sat up on the bed, pulling him up by the armpits. I kissed him again, and there it was, that old-growth scent that belonged to him and him alone.
I chased after it as I twisted, laying him flat against the bed. I looked down between us, our dicks rubbing together. I moved my hips slowly, marveling at the sensation. My skin felt like it was on fire, sweat dripping from my brow into the hollow of his throat. His stomach and chest were covered in a fine layer of dark hair, his hip bones jutting out in sharp relief.
I said, “I’m going to suck your dick.”
And he said, “Thank you for announcing instead of just doing.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’ve never done it before.”
He snorted. “Obviously.”
“I might not be very good.”
“Stupid Carter,” he muttered. “Watch your teeth.”
It was inelegant, though that was probably putting it mildly. I gagged almost immediately, the heady taste of him foreign. He was careful with me, moving his hips in shallow thrusts, his hands on the sides of my head, holding me in place. He growled at me when my teeth scraped against the head of his dick, but he said, “Do that again.”
I did.
“Good,” he panted. “That’s good.”
His cock was hot against my tongue. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through my nose as spit ran down my chin, my eyes watering. He said my name again and again, and I didn’t know if it was out loud or in my head. I thought i feel you i’m here and i feel you, and the bond between us, the thread that tied us together, went taut as it vibrated.
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He was kissing me again, my lips swollen, throat sore. He gripped my chin, and it hurt, but it was oh so good. He pressed his forehead against mine, and we stared at each other in disbelief. He hummed quietly under his breath.
He said, “This. Me. You.”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, “Together.”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, “You want this. With me.”
And I said, “Yes.”
He flipped us over, and I found myself on my back again. He was stronger than I expected, and I felt a deep pride I could have someone such as him. He settled himself on my hips again, my dick rubbing against the crack of his ass. He reached over to the nightstand next to the bed. He opened the drawer and pulled out—
My eyes bulged. “Is that lube? What the hell? How did that get there?” Then, “Wait. How did you know it was there?”
He shrugged as he popped the cap. “Kelly and Joe.”
I said, “What.”
“Gave it to me.”
“What.”
He scowled. “It’s not hard to understand.”
“Oh, excuse me for wondering why my fucking brothers gave you a bottle of lube.”
“You’re excused.” He poured a generous amount onto his palm before reaching behind him. I tensed when he slid his hand along my cock, coating it with slick. “Stop talking about your brothers. We’re busy.”
My eyes bulged, whether because of his words or grip, I didn’t know. “You’re the one who—”
And then he groaned, and it took me a moment to realize it was because his fingers were in him. His eyes fluttered shut, the back of his hand rubbing against my dick as he stretched himself open. I could do nothing but watch his face, the subtle wince, the