“Not like this,” he muttered, getting up on his knees and crawling backwards.
“What are you—” My words died as he took me in his mouth. “Never mind, carry on.”
Evan huffed—as much of a laugh as he could manage with me filling his mouth. Then, all the humour on his face was replaced with a dark intensity as he took me deeper.
His hand spread across my abdomen as he deep throated me. I knew his eyes were blue, but they looked black as he stared up at me. I couldn’t look away either. I knew I should. I ought to close my eyes, to put some sort of barrier between us, between the intimacy of this moment.
Instead, my hand joined his on my stomach, our fingers brushing. He raised his brows slightly, then laced our hands together.
That’s how I came. Holding Evan’s hand, staring deep into his eyes.
“Fuck,” I cried out, my hips jerking. I tried to stop them, but they had a mind of their own. “Ev, oh fuck!”
To his credit, Evan didn’t gag, just took everything I was giving him. He swallowed every drop, even licking my cock as he pulled off, making sure nothing was missed.
I’d never seen anything so hot.
“Okay?” he asked, lifting his head. “How was that?”
“It’ll be better when you get off too,” I said, my gaze fixed on the swollen length between his thighs.
His throat bobbed. “I’m good.”
The rejection from earlier started knocking at the door again. “Well I’m not. I want you to finish, Evan.”
He chewed on his lower lip. It was on the tip of my tongue to offer to return the favour. To show him he wasn’t the only one who could deep throat like a champ.
But I didn’t. The post-orgasm fog was clearing, and all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this were creeping in.
It wasn’t enough to make me let Evan leave before he’d come though. I needed to see it. To know the face he made. The sounds.
Why do you need it?
Another avenue I wasn’t going to explore. My brain would undoubtedly wander down it at some point, but not tonight.
“Come on me,” I blurted out. “I want you to.”
Evan seemed uncertain. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said firmly, spreading my thighs wider. “Please, Ev. Give it to me. I wanna watch you get yourself off.”
My words unlocked something in him. Rising up on his knees, he spat in his hand again and started jerking himself off. “You’re so fucking hot, Reid.”
My eyes raked over his chest and torso, memorising the way his muscles flexed. “I’m not the only one.”
He leaned forwards, dropping a brief kiss on my lips. It was so achingly sweet that I almost wished he hadn’t.
“It’s not fair,” he whispered.
I didn’t need to ask him to explain. I knew exactly what he meant. If we didn’t share a past, if I wasn’t so terrified of being with a shifter, if we’d met in another life…
Maybe things would be different.
But we hadn’t.
So they weren’t.
Tonight was all we were ever going to have. A brief glimpse ofwhat if.
