James’s grin was razor-sharp. “Keep looking at me. That look in your eyes is so fucking hot.” His hand tightened in Kit’s hair, sending pain-pleasure tingles through Kit’s scalp. “Tap my thigh if you need more air. Now, open your mouth like a good boy.”
Heart pounding, Kit opened his mouth as James dragged his head forward.
No more careful, tentative explorations. No more quick, soft kisses. All Kit needed to do was kneel there as James yanked him back and forth on his spit-slick length.
It was all Kit could do to keep his mouth open wide enough. The head of James’s cock hit the back of his throat, and Kit choked, eyes stinging—
His own cock still achingly hard.
Kit didn’t have the energy to touch himself, or the coordination. His whole body shook as James fucked his mouth like a helpless toy. All while pouring filthy-sweet compliments into Kit’s burning ears.
The sugary praise was almost harder to bear than the rough pounding in his mouth, the sting in his hair.
“Look at me, Kit,” James panted suddenly.
Kit looked up, tears in his eyes and spit staining his lips, as James drove one last time into his throat and spilled.
Viscous fluid caught at the back of his tongue with each pulse of James’s thick cock. Too much and too sudden for Kit to swallow at first, and the taste dominated his entire mouth. Only when James pulled him away from his softening cock did Kit manage to swallow.
He yelped, surprised, as James yanked him up into his lap. James’s thumb rubbed against Kit’s wet lips, and James’s eyes were even more ravenous than before.
Kit panted, lightheaded with arousal in James’s embrace.
“God, I never want to leave your mouth,” James murmured. “But it’s your turn now, pretty boy.”
James kissed Kit slowly, confidently, and Kit decided he didn’t need to breathe after all. As Kit leaned full-body into the kiss, James reached down between them.
The angle must have been awkward, and James could barely get a grip on him, but Kit was so hard and so close, he didn’t care. James didn’t even try unbuttoning his jeans, just rubbing him through the denim. His hand was so large, so hot through the fabric. A few moments of friction against his leaking cock were all Kit needed.
“James,” Kit whined into the kiss. “I’m not gonna last.”
“I don’t want you to last.” James’s free hand caressed Kit’s back. His neck. “I want you to come in your skinny jeans for me, like a desperate little virgin. I love seeing you so desperate for me. You almost came just from sucking my cock, didn’t you?”
Kit couldn’t deny that. He didn’t want to deny that. But he would never admit it was the sound of James’s smug voice in his ear that dragged him over the edge. Kit came with a choked-out little whimper, rocking desperately against the heel of James’s hand.
James murmured something else in his ear. Kit couldn’t catch all the words. Something about “good,” and “perfect,” and other words that didn’t really apply to Kit. He liked them anyway.
Kit collapsed, pressing his forehead against James’s collarbone. He felt empty, in a good way. Strangely relaxed.
And he knew what he needed to do next.
Two nights ago, Kit was getting kicked out of Bishop’s bed. Between James and Bishop, Kit didn’t know which he was more scared of. Which he was more magnetically drawn to, against all common sense.
But there was a comforting straightforwardness to James. Easier than Bishop’s hot and cold behavior. The way Bishop stared like he wanted Kit, then pushed him away. The way Bishop chained Kit to the staircase, then told him to stay safe.
“How was that?” James asked, still impossibly smug.
“Pretty good,” Kit said breathlessly. “Can I move in with you?”
“Of course, you—wait, what?” Uncharacteristic surprise colored James’s voice. He pushed Kit’s face up by the forehead until their eyes met. “That’s moving a little fast.”
Kit’s heart thudded, braced for rejection again. It was fine. He would figure out somewhere else to live. Just, if James was willing, this would be so much easier. “Do you suddenly have a problem with moving fast?”
“No,” James said quickly. “But I’m an arrogant, asshole murderer. You’re a nice, normal young man. I insist you explain why you want to move in.” James winked. “Does my cock really taste that good?”
Squirming slightly in James’s lap, Kit decided to tell the truth. “Because I don’t have anywhere else to go. I don’t have a job, and I’m low on cash. You have so much money, I wouldn’t feel bad about mooching off you until I can afford rent somewhere else.”
“What the fuck? You already want to move out?” James squeezed Kit’s ass. “One thing at a time, babe.”
