“How do you feel about our audience now?” I ask, with a sly smile against his lips. Back in the beginning, before ugly truths came to life and destroyed everything, Miles would never have breached my privacy like this. There was no danger before, not from Hunter. He didn’t know the truth. He didn’t hate me. NowMiles won’t leave my side, not when Hunter or anyone even remotely hazardous to my health is in my vicinity.
Hunter falters, though his hips don’t stop moving against the hand I’m stroking him with, like they have minds of their own, too far gone to care about our surroundings. “Just finish this,” Hunter says, strained.
No, I don’t think so.
Hunter lets out a surprised cry when I abruptly turn him around, lining his back against my chest. My hand is back on his cock in an instant, my own erection snug against his ass.
“Keep your eyes open,” I order, lips pressed to his ear. He can’t ignore that Miles is here, not when the man is standing right in front of his field of vision. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t allow this. No one gets to see Hunter like this, not when I have a choice. Miles isn’t just my right hand; he’s an extension of it. The only person in the world I trust without question.
He gets this privilege.
I meet Miles’ impassive stare, looking to the world as though none of this affects him. He’s too good at closing himself off to ever let anyone see what he doesn’t want them to. I fist Hunter harder, faster. I can tell he’s close by how much easier it is to glide up and down his shaft. There’s no drag, only slick.
“Watch him.” They both obey the command, Miles’ dark eyes flitting to Hunter at the same time Hunter’s head shifts imperceptibly. “He’s watching you come apart in my arms. He can see how greedy you are for it, how eagerly you fuck my hand.”
Hunter reaches back, grasping my shirt. The sound he makes goes straight to my dick as does the way he pulses in my hand. So needy, so fucking perfect.
“You like it, don’t you?” I tug his earlobe between my teeth. He isn’t just tolerating this because I told him to—though I know hewould. He’s getting off on it. I want to be inside him so badly, fuck him over this desk and make him come a few more times.
I know he won’t allow it, and I should make the most of having him in my arms. And how unbelievably good he smells. A soft mix of vanilla and sandalwood, sweetness lingering in the air. He knows exactly what I like, and he teases me with it.
“He can see your hard dick and how good I’m working you over.” I bite down on the curve of Hunter’s neck, sucking and bringing blood rushing to the surface. Hunter gasps and rocks back, pushing his ass harder against me. He doesn’t look away from Miles, obeying my order so beautifully.
“Come for me, love. Let me make you feel good.”Let me love you.
His fists twist my shirt, tightening it over my stomach. His cock throbs in my hand. So very close to orgasm, I can almost taste the desperate need.
“Now, Hunter, with your name on my lips.”
He immediately spills over my hand, his passionate cry filling the room. The sound of it will keep me company until I can touch him again.
He collapses fully against me, head against my shoulder. The weight of him is a comfort I wish I had every night. Memories can only keep me so warm, and I only have myself to blame for the loss.
“I believe I told you what happens next.” He grasps my wrist, halting me when I lift it. Will he stop me?
He knows that the second he says no, this all ends. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing him that he can trust me.
Will he give in anyway?
My heart leaps into my throat like a hammering beat when he brings my hand closer and slides his tongue up my thumb, cleaning the line of cum trickling down it. He laps up the rest of it, going as far as tracing around my rings. Thorough. Erotic.Enough to almost make me come in my pants, completely untouched, with all semblance of control gone.
I twist his head to get my mouth over his, hungrily kissing him, a brutal demand for surrender that he reciprocates. We swap the taste of him between us until there’s nothing left.
Trailing the tips of my fingers down his cheek, I linger, revelling in the softness of him. A sweetness I know he won’t allow long, ever eager to put distance between us. I can see it already in his green eyes as he takes a step back, hastily tucking himself back into his pants.
Back to our corners, then.
His breathing is still harsh, loud in the quiet room. It doesn’t stop him from speaking as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred. “I want it back.”
“Orgasms don’t work like that,” I say, knowing full well what he’s talking about.
Hunter ignores the sarcasm and holds out a hand to Miles. “The finger.”
I don’t miss the way he won’t meet Miles’ eyes and the tinge of red spread over his cheeks. Embarrassed now, is he? Bit late for that.
“No,” Miles answers, no inflection in his voice.
“This no longer concerns either of you.”
