His next whimper was almost a sob. He was so fucking close. Only when James withdrew his fingers did Kit remember James hadn’t even fucked him yet.
The tear of the condom wrapper was loud, jerking Kit’s thoughts back online.
“Do we need that?” Kit asked. “You said you were clean.”
Chuckling, James rubbed his thumb over Kit’s slick, sensitive hole. “Don’t just trust a guy when he says he’s clean. There are some bad, bad men out there. But I’m really using this because if I don’t, I’ll come the second I slide into your perfect little ass.”
Blunt pressure on Kit’s hole punctuated James’s statement, distracting Kit from any possible response. He tensed despite his own need, his entire body thrumming with desire.
James kissed his back, then settled between Kit’s legs and pushed in.
Kit was ready, but he still choked on a moan, overwhelmed as James shoved him open inch by unrelenting inch. Too slow and too fast at once, the penetration seemed to last forever. Except James’s hips pressed against Kit’s bare ass. He was fully seated inside Kit, motionless, but that didn’t help Kit adjust. Like James was still shoving deeper, reshaping Kit around the heat of his cock. Kit’s skin was too tight, buzzing with need and pleasure.
James braced one hand on the mattress, the other firm on Kit’s hip. “You’re so much better than I imagined. How does it feel, babe?”
“Stop fishing for compliments, you asshole,” Kit panted. “Yes, we all know your cock is big.”
James’s laughter shook through them both, an intimate rumble that made Kit whimper. “Fuck, I love you,” James said—
They both froze.
21
“You’re not running away from me.”
Kit couldn’t breathe. No. No. Absolutely the fuck not. Calling James his boyfriend was bad enough. Admitting he cared nearly killed him. Kit refused to entertain an absurd, terrifying notion likelove.
Not right now, when his soul was still raw, when even through his panic, he was practically vibrating with need for James’s cock. Fuck, Kit needed James to move.
Love. James didn’t mean that. It was a slip of the tongue. It was impossible, and if Kit could just think through his hypersensitive, vulnerable state, he would remember that.
“Sorry,” James said, not sounding sorry at all. “Didn’t mean to freak you out.”
Kit managed a ragged laugh. Talking was strange like this, his face buried in Darius’s bedding and his ass clenched around James’s cock. “You always say stupid shit in bed. I’m used to ignoring you.”
James sighed and folded over him, the movement jostling his cock even deeper inside Kit. The new pressure punched the breath from Kit’s lungs as James murmured near his ear. “You know what? I’m not worried.” James cupped the back of Kit’s head, petting through his loose hair. Holding him down. Confidence heated through James’s voice as he continued.“You’re hot enough to drive me crazy. But this isn’t just nonsense dirty talk.” James punctuated his words with a roll of his hips, driving against Kit’s sensitive insides. “You’ve been pushing me away this whole time, right, babe?”
“Fuck off,” Kit gasped.
James shoved back up and began moving. Slow, deep thrusts. Steady, dizzying control. “You’re running from something. But you’re not running away from me. I don’t give a fuck what you want to call us.” Firm fingers dug into Kit’s hips as James found the perfect angle to slide past Kit’s prostate. “But yeah. I fucking love you. Even if you’re going to be a brat about it.”
Pleasure caught Kit’s veins like a candle wick.
“You don’t even know me.” Kit’s eyes stung. Whether from the force shoving him open or the words searing his heart, he didn’t know.
“Yeah, I do.” James slowed, then stopped inside Kit. Ran a hand down Kit’s heaving chest, his stomach. “I don’t know your past, but I have you right here. Right now. Fuck, I’m the last person to talk about letting go of shit, but right now? This is you. You’re fucking gorgeous, and you’re going to come crying on my cock.”
Kit’s mind melted away, even before James’s hand closed around his cock. He hissed, eyes widening in shocked pleasure, at the slick friction. James’s hand was so hot against his sensitive skin, already a wet mess with his own precum. Kit moved on instinct, trying to rut into the electric grip, which just had him grinding back on James’s cock. Sensation ricocheted inside and out.
Protest welled inside Kit—not against James. Against himself. Why shouldn’t James be right? Why shouldn’t Kit get to have this? A moment where nothing else mattered. No hiding,no running. A moment to be nothing more and nothing less than Kit, getting his brains fucked out by a murderous billionaire stupid enough to fall in love with him.
“You listening, babe?” James panted into Kit’s ear. His hand tightened around Kit’s cock, twisting on every upstroke. “I love you. None of your little games can change that.”
“Whatever,” Kit managed between gasps—the closest to surrender he could give James now.
Maybe James really did know him well enough. Because James laughed, delighted by the grudging permission. “That’s my little brat,” he said fondly, as he wrenched an all-consuming, toe-curling orgasm from Kit’s quivering body.
Kit arched up against James, parts of him going numb, then incandescent in pleasure. His vision blurred. He was too strung-out with bliss to feel whether he really was crying.
