“Good lad,” Fox smirked,pushing my jacket off my shoulders with one easy movement. I loved the way hishands felt on me, warm and broad, comforting and safe.
He pushed my shirt up withboth hands, setting off every nerve ending he brushed against. My skin tingledeverywhere he touched, electric pleasure bouncing over it as Fox slid his handsover my back.
“Open your jeans, love,” hemurmured in my ear. I’d forgotten my hand was on his cock, but I wasn’t goingto ignore a request likethat.
My belt slipped under myfingers and I ended up pulling my jeans open with an annoyed grunt that turnedinto a sigh as my cock got a little extra breathing room. There was a wet patchforming in the front of my underwear, but I didn’t care.
It was for Fox, and I knewhe’dlike that.
His hands slid down past thewaistband of my jeans, cupping my ass and then squeezing firmly.
“Ohfuck,” I moaned, myhead falling back against the wall with a thud. Fox’s fingers were so strong,and so close to where I wanted him.
Would he fuck me tonight?
Did Iwanthim to?
A knot of nerves twisteddeep in my gut. Fox wouldn’t hurt me, but I wasn’t sure I was ready.
“What did I say abouttalking?” Fox asked, hands stilling on my ass.
“Sorry.” I met his eyes,finding the pupils blown wide.
“Shall we go with threestrikes?” he asked, leaning his forehead against mine. The scent of hisaftershave caught my nose again, sweet and deep and masculine, so heady I couldhave drowned in it.
I managed a nod.
“Excellent,” Fox murmured. “Wouldhave been a shame for this all to be over so soon.”
I bit my tongue as he pushedmy jeans down. They caught around my thighs, trapping my legs and leaving meexposed.
“Oh, you areverylovely, evenwithout peeling your underwear off,” Fox said, running the edge of his thumb upand down my cock. My toes curled in my boots, thighs tensing at the sudden rushof pleasure.
Fox toyed with the waistbandof my underwear with gentle fingers, light touches driving me out of my goddamnmind.
I was an idiot for agreeingnot to speak. I would havebeggedfor more if I wasn’t already on myfirst strike.
Fox chuckled, cupping my jawwith one hand and running his thumb over my lips. I lapped at the tip, tastingsalt and skin, sealing my mouth around it to stifle a moan.
He replaced his thumb withhis lips, soft, quick kisses at first as he trailed his hand back down myexposed stomach to my underwear. The tips of his fingers dipped into the band,tickling sensitive skin, setting a fire in the pit of my stomach.
The wet patch was spreading,and Fox seemed to love that. He ghosted his fingers over it, smirking againstmy lips. Pressing me against the wall for a long, slow kiss.
Time and space fell awayaround me, my world narrowing to the taste of Fox’s lips, the warmth of hisbody, and the path his fingers were tracing, so close to where I wanted themand yet sofar.
I was going to die likethis. I could see my headstone already.
Here lies Quinn O’Rourke, died ofunsatisfied arousal.
“You’re everything I want,”Fox murmured. “Tiny and sweet and so very eager.”
He dropped to his kneesbefore I was done processing that, pressing a wet kiss just under my navel.
I really was going to die.This was it. All the blood in my body was rushing to my cock, another flood ofprecome spilling out of me.
“I bet you taste like candyfloss,” Fox said, pulling my underwear down so my cock sprang free.
It took biting down on theinside of my cheek to stifle the moan that welled up in my chest, the muffledsound escaping through my nose.
