“I said kiss me,” Mano interrupted.
Ody swallowed hard. He couldn’t tell if Mano was truly aware of what he was saying, or if the alcohol was speaking for him. And he didn’t want to do something Mano might regret later.
“You’re drunk,” he repeated. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Mano just stared at him. Then he suddenly pushed himself up from the mattress. Before Ody could react, Mano grabbed the front of his shirt and flipped him onto the bed. Ody landed on his back with a startled breath, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“You’re not drunk,” Mano said. His voice was low, rough. “So I guess that makes it fair.” He crashed his lips onto Ody’s.
For a moment, Ody didn’t move. The kiss was rough, desperate. His mind struggled to catch up with what was happening. Just hours ago they had been fighting on the beach. Now Mano was above him, kissing him like he had been starving for him.
“Mmm… Mano…” Ody breathed, pulling back.
But Mano didn’t give him time to think. “Shut up,” he murmured, pulling him back into the kiss.
His bare chest pressed against Ody’s as their mouths met again, harder this time. Their tongues intertwined, the kiss deepening into something hotter.
Ody lifted his hands to cup Mano’s face, but Mano caught his wrists and pinned them to the mattress. “Don’t move.”
Ody blinked up at him. “Why?”
Mano didn’t answer right away. He just stared at him, his eyes dark and hazy. Then his tattooed forearm lifted slowly as his hand wrapped around Ody’s throat. “Just stay still.”
Ody’s breath caught. Mano watched him for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed him again. Slower this time, but no less hungry.
Ody let out a quiet breath against his mouth as Mano deepened the kiss, his weight pressing him further into the mattress.
The world outside the room seemed to disappear. There was only the warmth of Mano’s body and the taste of his kiss.
Mano’s fingers tightened around Ody’s throat as he bit down on his lower lip.
“Ow!” Ody turned his head to the side.
Mano kept hold of him, guiding his face back toward him. “Hey. Eyes on me.”
“Mano... what’s gotten into you?”
“Didn’t you say I was moaning like a bitch when you made me cum?” Their faces were only inches apart.
Ody was at a loss for words. “Y-yeah, but…”
“Shh…” Mano hushed him.
Ody could smell the alcohol on his breath before Mano’s hand moved lower, touching him where he was already hard.
“Wait a second…” Ody tried to pull away, but Mano’s grip on his throat tightened more.
He leaned close to Ody’s ear and whispered, “Wanna hear how you sound when I make you cum?”
Ody’s cheeks burned. His breath caught in his throat as he stared up at him, not daring to move.
Chapter 50
Mano’s face was flushed, his gaze burning into Ody’s. Then he crashed their mouths together.
Ody melted into the kiss before he could stop himself. Weeks of tension, frustration, and wanting hit him all at once. Mano was kissing him like he couldn’t stay away anymore, like all his walls had finally cracked open, and for one reckless second Ody wanted to lose himself in it completely.
Mano’s other hand slid down to Ody’s jeans, fumbling with the button. He broke the kiss and looked at him. “Strip.”
