“I thought you were an angel last night. I’ve changed my—fuck!”
His second curse was punctuated by Sacha swallowing him whole. He did not often crave to have a man’s cock crammed in his throat, but since the first time with Jonah it was something he thought about even when they were not together. The sounds Jonah made were addictive, and Sacha drew his climax out, edging Jonah as much as he could bear, just to hear more of his snatched moans and deep sighs.
“You’re killing me,” Jonah ground out.
Sacha wondered if Jonah knew it was killing him too.
He held Jonah’s trembling thighs and worked him harder, teasing his cock with his tongue.
Jonah tensed, and choked out a warning, then he came hard, jerking in Sacha’s grip, and his shout of pure pleasure went straight to Sacha’s dick.
He swallowed all Jonah had to give, then rose and straddled him again, taking himself in hand.
Jonah panted, eyes wet from his climax. “I want to watch you.”
“Watch me what?”
“Come. I want to watch you come.”
“I can help you with that.” Sacha jacked himself with every intention of going slow, but taking Jonah apart had left him on edge. He was so hard it hurt and only the pressure of his tight fist gave him any relief
His breath quickened, and his pulse thumped in his ears. Sweat coated his skin and he couldn’t help the quiet groan that escaped him.
Surging, he fell forwards, bracing himself on one hand while the other flew up and down his cock. He locked eyes with Jonah and another jolt of heat rattled through him. “Where do you want me to come? In your mouth? On your chest?”
Jonah licked his lips, desire burning in his gaze. “Stay where you are. I want to see you.”
“As you wish.” Sacha’s muscles began to seize, fibre by fibre. He pumped his cock, pleasure ripping through him hard and fast. The notion of spilling on Jonah’s chest was one he hadn’t considered before this moment, but now it was all he could think of, the sole reason he was awake and alive in Jonah’s bed.
His vision darkened and his free hand curled into a fist. Orgasm battered his senses, from his toes to the top of his head, and with a final deep, gravel-laced groan, he came.
Release spurted over Jonah’s lily-white skin, his shoulders, his chest, his throat. It was everywhere, as if they were two teenagers caught up in the very first moment. Breathing hard, Sacha fell slack. Jonah wrapped his arms around him, tight and consuming, and for long seconds his embrace was everything.
But the sticky mess between them couldn’t be ignored for long. With heavy reluctance, Sacha pulled back, detangling from Jonah’s hold. “May I use your shower again?”
“Of course. I’ll come with you.”
It was a fair compromise. Sacha climbed off Jonah and slid off the bed. He headed straight for the bathroom, stopping only to flick the lights on Jonah’s Christmas tree, his spine tingling at the sensation of Jonah right behind him, in spite of the fact that showering together for only the second time since they’d met felt remarkably normal. If a man could call being naked with Jonah Gray anything close to normal.
He turned the shower on, embracing the cold as Jonah hung back with his toothbrush in his mouth, waiting for the water to heat before he joined Sacha under the spray.
“How do you do that and not shrivel up and die?”
Sacha rolled his neck and shoulders, letting the frigid water travel down his spine. “Habit. Conditioning. I come from rich family, but I went to a school that believed in punishment as personal development. No hot water for boys, even in winter.”
“That’s barbaric.”
“It is different. And I am okay. I like the cold, it reminds me to live.”
“Do you forget?”
“Forget what?”
“To live?”
“No. Is figure of speech.”
Jonah stepped under the warming spray, his presence alone enough to raise the temperature of Sacha’s blood. He looked as though he had more to say, but he reached for the shampoo instead and washed his hair.
