“I’m going to come.” His voice was low, completely even, just a little breathless, and I hummed on his dick. He pulled me back for a moment, and I could feel my drool, mixed with his pre-cum, sliding down my chin as I looked up, all the way up to his eyes. “You’re sure you want it?”
“I worked for it, didn’t I?” I told him hoarsely. “Give it to me.”
He groaned, his brows folding in as though he was in pain, and I barely got my mouth back on him before his heavy load blanketed my tongue. I sucked him through it, kept sucking even when he hissed and jerked, but he let me do it, let me drink him dry, while he clutched at my hair.
When the grabbing hand turned tender, stroking and petting me gently, I let his wet dick slide out of my mouth, and I pressed my nose into the crease of his thigh, wondering what would happen next. Jack didn’tseemlike the kind of guy to dump and run, but I had a bad track record with reading guys.
Now that he’d had his fun, would he decide it was time to bail?
CHAPTER12
MILLER
He pushedme back a little so he could get to his feet and looked me straight in the eye, tipping my chin up as though he wanted to get a good look at me, at my flushed and sticky face. He looked me over for so long that I almost pulled away, but then he gave a half-smile and pulled me up effortlessly, lifting me to my feet so he could kiss my mouth. “You’re full of surprises, Miller Beaumont,” he said after, and then gave me a little push, backing me up to the wall.
“I could say the same,” I pointed out, and I was about to descend into full sass when the wicked gleam in Jack’s eye gave me pause. The smooth wall was cool on my back, on my ass, and my cock, hard and demanding attention, butted up against him as he pressed close to me. He stroked my face with one hand as the other slid over my shoulder, up to my neck, and closed gently around my throat. He leaned in to kiss me again, possessive and hungry, and I was glad for the wall. It helped keep me upright as my knees went weak.
He kept his fingers around my neck, firm but not tight, just a suggestion of jeopardy, a whisper of danger while he kissed me.
I’d never been kissed like this before. I didn’t even know what itwasabout the kissing that drove me so crazy. I only knew I didn’t want him to stop. So when he turned me around and pressed me face-first against the wall, I moaned in protest.
He gave a warm chuckle and ran his hand up my throat, tipping my head back on his shoulder. “I’ve got you.” He leaned in to press his lips to the side of my mouth, let me turn my head enough to center the kiss, while his other hand ran over my chest, down my belly, and cupped my balls. He toyed with me, teasing my hard length, smiling against my mouth as I gave a demanding grunt. “Here,” he said, his index finger sliding between my lips. “Bite down if you like.”
I bit. Not hard, but firmly enough for him to hiss in surprise as he started stroking me. I was keyed up and shaking in his arms, rocking my ass back against his softened but still-damp cock. Every inch of me was on fire, my orgasm swelling up from deep in my core, a pulsing promise for endless seconds, and then a detonation as I bit down harder on Jack’s finger, lashing the wall with my cum. His finger jerked in my mouth, but he left it there as I sucked on it, holding me tight, petting at my sensitive cock until I wriggled away.
I turned around to face him and leaned up against the wall, making sure my ass avoided the mess I’d just made. We were both breathing hard, watching each other with the increasing caution of two men who’ve just come and are wondering what happens next.
He broke the tension by kissing me again, open-mouthed, messy, hot and humid from our mutual panting. He slowed it down as my breath returned to normal, and then he stopped, gave a glance down, and tucked his dick back into his pants.
The energy in the room changed to something much more familiar, and I slid out and around him and headed over to a side table where I kept a few bottles of room-temperature Evian. I cracked one open, took a long drink, and tried to ignore the waves of regret wafting toward me from across the room.
“You mind if I…” Jack said, and I had to turn to look at him. He was thumbing behind him.
I assumed he wanted to freshen up in the bathroom, so I said, “Be my guest,” and he disappeared from the room like smoke. Only then did I wonder if what he’dactuallymeant was,You mind if I skip out on this ill-advised hookup?
But I heard a faucet start running water from the direction of the bathroom, and relaxed a little. I wandered into the living room, still naked, wondering if I should offer him a drink, or if that would seem like I gave a shit about what we’d just done.
It was hard to judge wherehewas, that was the thing. I didn’t want to seem clingy. But if he wanted to hang out, keep talking—
“Miller.” I spun around to see him in the doorway. He’d crept up on me somehow.
“You want a drink?” I blurted out.
He was going to say yes. I could haveswornhe was going to say yes. And then his eyes fell on my coffee table, and on my sketchbook, lying open there. At the quick line studies I’d drawn of his face after I came home last night, just so I wouldn’t forget what he’d looked like.
Shit. I should have covered that up. Now I looked like a freaking stalker.
“Uh,” I began, trying to find a convincing argument for why me doodling his fucking face didn’t mean a damn thing. My mind had gone blank, though, and I said nothing as he took quick steps across the room to stare down at the sketches.
“What the hell is this?” He grabbed up the notebook and glared at himself.
Somewhere in my mind I noted that I’d gotten his eyes a little larger in the drawings than they actually were. They were memorable, those bright, searching eyes, and I’d over-emphasized them.
“It’s nothing,” I said, after an awkward beat.
He glared at me, and his voice was hard when he said, “You can’t put my face all over the fucking place, kid.”
I was supposed to be cowed, I could tell that much. But I was more embarrassed than anything else, and so to hide it, I put my hands on my hips and glared right back. “I’mnotputting your face all over the fucking place. I came back home last night and got high and that—” I stabbed a finger toward the book “—was the result. That’s all. But don’t worry,JJ, I get the message. I’ll forget your stupid face.”
