“Fuck,” he hisses and rocks his hips.
“Is that okay?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Everything you do makes me wanna come. Keep going.”
The piercings. The tattoos. I suspect Reece enjoys a bit of pain. To test my theory, I trail kisses up his thigh while stroking his length then bite into the curve of his hip.
“Aurora,” he growls before fisting my hair and guiding me back to his glistening tip. “You’re playing with fire. Don’t tease. Suck me.”
Doesn’t he know I like to play with fire?
I take him into my mouth, taste his precum, and moan. His piercings are unfamiliar but thrilling. I’ve never done this with him, and I need it to be phenomenal. I want him to forget about tonight, about his parents.
I draw him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat and swallow around him. He thrusts forward, and I relax my jaw.
“Just like that,” he praises, his voice strained. “Take every fucking inch of me.”
He’s not small, and I gag. He withdraws, and I dig my nails into his waist, pulling him in again. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder as he clasps my nape and fucks my mouth.
We establish a rhythm, sounds of pleasure echoing off the tile.
His body tenses, his girth thickens, and he cradles the back of my head, encouraging me to take his entire cock. “You’re gonna make me come, baby. Fuck.”
A fist pounds on the door. “Don’t you dare finish in there. You are not having your birthday orgasm in the bathroom. I swear to God, I will break this door down.”
Chapter 43
Reece
“It’s not my fucking birthday!” I throw open the bathroom door, my cock—unfortunately—put away and flaccid, my chest heaving with fury and pent-up sexual frustration.
I might actually kill Jax this time.
“We’re not celebrating tonight?” He raises his hands in a placating gesture, a smirk on his smug mug. He can’t even pretend to be oblivious. “You didn’t blow your load?”
“While you were listening through the door and running your damn mouth?” I take a menacing step toward him. “You fucking stalker.”
“Reece,” Ethan warns, but the word is laced with amusement.
Jackson smiles, confident I won’t touch him with his boyfriend five feet away.
I don’t hesitate—I lunge, grabbing his T-shirt and putting him in a headlock before he can react.
His smile widens. “Calm down, Viking. Don’t hurt yourself.” His body shakes with laughter. “She’s given me a pity blow job a time or two. It’ll be okay.”
I tighten my hold to shut him up, gripping my wrist with my other hand to prevent him from escaping.
Aurora rushes out of the bathroom. “Jackson Vaughn!” she chastises. Her gaze connects with mine. “That’s not what happened. Please don’t hurt him.”
The truth is in her eyes, but still…he deserves some tormenting.
I dip my head. “Yeah, I know she did. I had to listen to it, remember? What were your exact words?Do you think a blow job will make me feel better?” I mimic in a high-pitched, whiny voice.
He feigns a dramatic gasp. “You listened to us fuck, and you callmethe stalker?”
“It was my job,” we say in unison, Jax mockingly, his tone echoing my previous taunt.
He’s an instigator, and I decide I’m not giving in to his attention-seeking—or whatever the fuck he’s trying to do. “Next time, I’ll snap your skinny neck.”
