“Like the way I am looking at you,” he finally, finally, answers hoarsely, before he swallows against my hand. “You make me hope.”
My breath stops at that, at the honest-to-God longing in his eyes. Fucking Jace.
And I do what I should have done the minute he walked in here, instead of wasting precious minutes with this useless arguing, and I surge forward, claiming his mouth with my own, making sure that he knows exactly how I feel about this. Because I know one damn thing for sure.
I’m not going to let him walk away.
SEVENTEEN
Oh fuck, he’s kissing me. Tyler King is kissingme, for crying out loud.
And I can’t do anything really, because it’s too much, because my brain is just imploding under the assault of those peskyfeelings. The only thing I can do is hold on for dear life and let him shatter everything that I am.
Because that’s exactly what’s happening now.
I groan into the kiss, clenching my fists in his white shirt. And oh, he looks absolutely fucking delectable, especially when he pushed his way through the crowd with a purpose, heading for me. Heading for this.
Because I knew it the moment I locked eyes with him. This shitisreal.
It’s so very fucking real, and I’m so very fucking hard.
And I want him closer, Ineedhim closer, and thank God he complies, pressing his hips closer against me while his big hand is still on my neck, his mouth brushing mine, over and over again.
I’m so damn terrified that he will stop when he finds out how hard I am exactly, that’s he’s going to freak, flip, say that: no, he isn’t gay after all, that it was just an experiment. I’m freaking the hell outsohard that I don’t even realize that he’s tenting himself until I feel it poking against my hip.
I gasp–because, fuck, he’s massive–and he takes full advantage of that, delving his tongue into my mouth, which elicits groans from both of us at the contact, finally.
He tastes of beer, of men, of Tyler, of hope, and my head swims because of it.
Letting his shirt go, I wrap my arms around his broad back, just needing to feel all of him, everywhere, and his hand moves from my neck to my hair, pushing his fingers in.
With every lick, moan, and grunt, I float higher, my hands holding on so tightly, I'm afraid it's going to leave bruises. Oh God, he's destroying me.
I expect him to slow down, to freeze up or something, but he doesn’t. He actually pushes me closer against the wall, using his free hand to grab one of my upper legs and lifts it so he can–
Oh, fuck me all to hell. I groan like a fiend when his dick meets mine, letting my head fall back against the wall, which he clearly sees as an invitation to start exploring my neck.
“Oh shit,” I gasp to the heavens while his heavy stubble scratches against my skin, followed by his skilled tongue, making goosebumps appear everyfuckinghwere. I flick his stupid hat off his head, which falls with a soft thud to the floor, so I can hold on to his hair, because I need to hold something, or I’m gonna explode.
“Oh Jesus, Ty. Are you really–”
“Am I what?” He interrupts me, lifting his head, brown eyes full of arousal. “Am I sure?” He thrusts his hips, rubbing his cock all over mine. “I’m so fucking sure, it isn’t even funny.”
“It’s a little bit funny,” I say hoarsely, moaning again when he keeps pushing, making the friction unreal. “It’s funny how long I wanted it, and wasted an entire week in which I could have this…”
“That is on you. I tried to talk to you.”
“Fuck.” I lower my hands to his perfectly round ass and hold on, finally allowed to touch those perfect peaches. “Next time I’m being stupid? Please push harder.”
“Just make sure there isn’t a next time,” he grunts before capturing my mouth again, giving me a languid, perfect kiss.
And I can’t, I can’t promise that, because I know myself, and I’m very good at making stupid decisions. Me making out with him while he’s sure to be somewhere in the midst of an identity crisis is living proof of that.
But still, I don’t stop. I won’t ever stop, because this is everything.
It’s like he’s fucking my mouth now, giving me long languid strokes that I can feel all the way in my groin, making me breathless.
So I hold on. I hold on so damn close and let him explore me, ravish me, because he can. He’s the only one who can.
