“You’re not dead.”
“I—fuck.Fuck.”
Sab’s got nothing. I give him a minute, wiping my hand on a towel fortuitously folded on the arm of the couch. I’m still so hard I can’t think straight, arousal a potent beat in every muscle and nerve.
I try to rein it in.
Calm down.
Careful remember?
I remember. But when I look at Sab again, when we lock eyes, he’s gazing at me with the same shock and awe I feel coursing in my blood, and if I didn’t know before that we’ve barely scratched the surface of this living, breathing inferno between us, I do now.
He takes a slow breath and I’m obsessed with his body. The strong lines of muscle and dusting of dark hair. The sheen of sweat I want to lick from his skin.
I’m so engrossed I don’t hear the music shift to a fecking Christmas tune. I don’t notice himmove, until his hand trails down my stomach and he grips me in his work-hardened palm.
That first touch.
Holy Mary, it wrecks me.
Heat punches through my veins so hard I groan, and I grab his wrist just to hold on. “You don’t have to?—”
“Chut.”
Sab soothes the ache in my cock with eye-rolling pressure. He finds my gaze and shows me all the nerves and uncertainty he arrived with have been burned away by something else.
Something brighter.
Somethingbetter.
It’s pure want and the surety it fuels blindsides me. The instinct. The hunger. The privilege that of all the fellas in the world he could’ve done this with, he’s chosen me.
I let go of his wrist and hold onto the back of the couch instead. Track his hand as he explores me and quickly finds the spots that have me tipping my head back, jaw unhinging.
Damn.
If this is his practice run, if I’m ever lucky enough to have him like this again, I won’t see next Christmas. I’ll be dead in the ground, my obliterated nerves crumbled to dust in my withered body, only a smile on my face to show for the agonising ride he’s taking me on.
The slide of his palm.
The twist of his skilled wrist.
Thedragof his thumb that has me pitching forward, cursing against his shoulder as he takes me to pieces.
Guttural.
Unfiltered.
I can’t fecking cope.
I can’tendure.
Not against this, and release tears through me with little warning, wrenching a hoarse shout from my lungs.
I spill into his fist, jerking in his grip. And I come alot, slicking his hand as aftershocks batter me, my face still buried in his sweet-scented skin. “Fuck…boyo. I wasn’t ready for that.”
Sab rubs my back, soothing me, and…I like it. I lean harder against him and take a deeper breath, and only the need to check on him has me pulling back to find his gaze. To findhim, as his eyes catch mine, hooded and heavy, a glow in them that roots me in place, fresh heat sparking low in my stomach as I feel him long and thick against my leg.
