He doesn’t move.
I can feel his pulse hammering under my palm—the only sign that anything’s happening for him at all. His hair spills over my fingers, and I tighten my grip.
“Is this what I think it is?”
Kit blinks once.
Something snaps in my chest.
I grab him before I even seriously think about it, hauling his limp body over the center console. His legs end up straddling my thighs, his weight dropping right into my lap, and I lock my hands on his hips.
I lean back and just look at him. His face is blank. Eyes glazed. A faint flush creeps up his neck. He’s breathing hard, but he’s not giving me anything except that absolute submission.
That’s the part that’s been fucking me up. That’s the part I can’t explain to a single soul.
“Three weeks,” I tell him. He doesn’t respond. Just keeps still in my lap, radiating heat and completely checked out of reality. “You know how long three weeks is? Looking at you every day at the house, sitting on that couch, looking like a pretty little house-slut—” I dig my fingers into his hips. “Three weeks of that.”
I shove my hands under his shirt and yank it up.
And there they are.
Last time, I was too busy skull-fucking him to do anything about it. Miles got his mouth on Kit’s chest and I watched, fucking furious I couldn’t do the same. Miles took his time feasting on them, and just thinking about that makes me fucking vicious.
I get my mouth on Kit’s nipple and clamp my teeth down.
He inhales sharply through his nose.
That little catch of breath—that’s all he gives me, and it still knocks every rational thought out of my skull. I suck hard, dragging the skin, and feel him stay absolutely still except for the tiniest shift of tension in his thighs.
“Yeah,” I breathe against him. “Yeah, I know. Miles had these sweet little tits all to himself last time, didn’t he?” I bite again, harder, then drag my tongue over the sting. “Not tonight.”
I work him over, switching, sucking until the skin is dark red and he’s doing this thing where his breathing hitches every few seconds.
“Pretty little bitch-nips,” I say against his chest, moving my mouth back and forth. “You know what you’ve got, don’t you? You know exactly what you’re doing straddling me in my truck like a whore.” I get my teeth around him again. “Little fuck-doll.”
Just saying it makes my dick throb.
“I’m gonna mark these up,” I tell him. “I’m gonna make sure everyone in the house knows I had my mouth here.”
I latch onto his left nipple, my tongue flicking hard over the stiff little nub before I bite down. I’m not trying to be teasing. I want to leave a ring of teeth marks around that pretty pink bud.
He doesn’t flinch even right now. It’s actually amazing how he just stays limp and obedient while I bruise his perfect chest with my mouth.
I switch to the other side. Suck harder this time. Slobber all over him, and let my spit glisten on his skin. His nipple’s all puffy and swollen when I pull off, red from my teeth, and fuck if that doesn’t send a hot spike straight to my balls.
“Look what I did to your tits. All marked up like a proper slut.”
I pinch them both at once, twisting hard enough to watch his breath hitch. And when I pull back to look at the damage so far, my jaw goes a little slack. They areso red.
“Fuck—goddamn!”
I go right back at it, sucking harder because the way his skin marks is—fuck,there’s something genuinely wrong with me for how much I love this.
I get my hands on his sweatpants, fumbling with the drawstring. He’s not helping, obviously, but the second my fingers wrap around his cock, he flinches, trying and failing not to react. His thighs lock against mine, and something in me goes completely off the leash.
“Rock-hard already,” I say. He twitches when I pump his cock once, a tiny, involuntary flinch. “Sitting in my lap, dripping pre-cum like a whore. What kind of bro leaks like this just from sitting in another man’s lap, huh?”
He doesn’t answer.
