Sacha’s touch was maddening. Jonah clenched his fists against the window and pondered what on earth he’d signed up for. S&M was off the table, he’d made that clear, but this was torture of a new kind.
Seeking friction, he bucked into Sacha’s hand.
Sacha chuckled. “Be still.”
He removed his hand from Jonah’s cock, and pushed Jonah’s tuxedo trousers down his hips. They puddled at Jonah’s feet, fast joined by his underwear, leaving him naked while Sacha remained almost fully clothed.
It didn’t seem fair, but at the same time, Jonah’s senses were on overload. If Sacha’s electric palms were anything to go by, he wasn’t sure he could handle his skin against his anytime soon.
“Look at me,” Sacha said. To punctuate the instruction, he placed two fingers beneath Jonah’s chin and tipped his head upright. “That’s good. You have an amazing body. You know this, yes?”
Unwilling to break the loaded silence, Jonah raised an eyebrow, lifting his shoulders in an understated shrug. He’d rowed at university, and used the gym in the basement of the building, but he didn’t spend much time looking in the mirror.
Sacha growled as if he’d read Jonah’s mind and he didn’t like what he found. He pressed against Jonah harder from behind and brought his lips to Jonah’s throat again, right below his ear. “I can tell you don’t believe me, so I am going to show you. I am going to tease you until you can no longer be silent, and then I am going to fuck you until you scream my name. Is that okay with you, Jonah Gray?”
Jonah gazed straight ahead, transfixed by Sacha’s reflection. Their eyes locked, and Jonah’s heart struck up a faster tattoo, a heady thud that banged against his ribcage.
He nodded, and hoped Sacha heard the words he couldn’t speak.God, yes. Fuck me. Please.
* * *
Sacha made good on his promise to tease Jonah beyond measure. He covered every inch of skin with his devilish hands, and kissed a sinful path up and down Jonah’s spine.
He sucked his throat too, and pressed open-mouthed kisses to Jonah’s jaw, his fingers tangling in Jonah’s hair, his lips everywhere except where Jonah wanted them most—on his own. Jonahachedfor his kiss, his lips tingled and his tongue darted restlessly over his gritted teeth as Sacha trailed his fingers over Jonah’s dick, his balls, and dipped into his crease.
A layer of sweat built on Jonah’s skin. He fought for breath, desire blooming in every dark corner of his body and mind. He’d never been so turned on. Never wanted someone with such crazed need. And all in the hushed quiet of his apartment while the city of London twinkled festively below them.
His hands were still in fists from Sacha’s very first touch. Sacha reached over Jonah’s shoulders and uncurled them, finger by finger. “You are tense,” he whispered. “Would it help if I took my clothes off too?”
A strangled noise escaped Jonah. He couldn’t help it. Then he panicked, the fear that Sacha would keep his clothes on after all leaving him dizzy.
Sacha’s smirk morphed briefly to the kind of smile that had no place in an encounter so heady. He cupped the back of Jonah’s neck and held his hand there, unmoving. Comforting, almost. Soothing. Jonah’s pulse slowed, and breath moved freely in his lungs. Then wickedness returned to Sacha’s deep gaze.
He stepped back from Jonah and retreated into the bedroom, logic drawing him to the bedside table where he found condoms and lubricant. He dropped them at the foot of the bed and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. The expensive fabric fell away, revealing a strong torso that the hazed reflection did no justice.
Jonah clenched his fists again, desperate for more.I need to see you. It felt wrong to have a man inside him who remained such a mystery.
As if he’d heard the sudden doubt clouding Jonah’s mind, Sacha moved into his eye line and slouched against the glass as he pushed his shirt over his shoulders. Up close, his body was even hotter. Long, lean, and hard. Jonah bit his lip. “More.”
“You want to see everything?”
“Yes.”
“As you wish.”
Sacha’s velvet voice wrapped around those three simple words like liquid sex. Jonah dug his teeth deeper into his lip, tasting the iron tang of blood. He’d already broken the silence, but he kept his groan in, letting it swell in his chest instead, suffocating him in the sweetest way as Sacha’s hands moved to his belt buckle.
The leather slipped slowly through Sacha’s belt loops, as if time had caught in Jonah’s throat. He’d never been so eager to see a man’s cock, to feel it pressed against him, and inside him. He wanted to taste it too, and grip it with his fingers, feel the weight of it. “Hurryup,” he ground out.
“Why? Do you need to be somewhere else?”
Jonah made a low noise. Sacha paid him no heed and continued his unhurried dance with his belt. He let it fall to the floor and unbuttoned his fly, opening his trousers to reveal expensive underwear that didnothingto conceal the prominent bulge inside.
Jonah’s mouth watered. Fresh sweat beaded his skin. “I want to see you.”
“I know.”
“So let me…please?”
