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“Hi.” His gaze dipped to my chest, skated down over my bare stomach. When he looked up again, I recognized the heat in his eyes.
“Come in,” I said, backing up.
Kit stepped inside and slid the door shut behind him. He looked nervous. But I knew what he wanted.
I went to my knees.
Started to, anyway. Kit caught my arm, stopping my descent. “No. This isn’t going to be like that.”
My chest went tight. “You don’t want me?”
“I shouldn’t,” he rasped. “I should forget anything ever happened and so should you because I don’t think I can be like my sister. I don’t think I can ever look at you and not see what you did.”
“I know. I don’t blame you.”
“So tell me to leave, Joey. The way I treated you last time…that wasn’t right. I came here to apologize because that’s not the man I want to be. So ask me to leave before I ruin it. Before I ruin everything. Ruin us both.”
“I can’t,” I whispered. “I don’t want you to go.”
He grabbed my shoulders, pushing me back against a wall, and tucked his face into my neck, inhaling deep. I tentatively lifted my hands to his hair, carding my fingers through it.
His hands found my waist. He tucked his fingers into my waistband. “Can I?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He pushed them down over my hips, following with his hands, caressing my ass and outer thighs. “Do you know how much you tortured me today? How much you’ve tortured me every week? I had to look, and I couldn’t touch.”
“You can touch now.”
He drew back to meet my eyes as he gave my shorts a final push that dropped them to my ankles. I kicked them off. Kit looked down between us, where my cock was rigid and eager.
I was completely naked before him.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured.
Then he went to his knees in front of me, and my breath caught.
He looked up at me, lips curling in a sexy smile. “I believe I owe you one. Be as rough as you want. It’s only fair.”
“I don’t want to be rough with you.”
“No?” He tipped his head forward and nuzzled my balls, sending lightning arcing through me.
“I want you to take whatever you want,” I said. “However you want it.”
He kissed my inner thigh, so close my cock throbbed with need, then moved his lips to my upper thigh, then my hip. “You like me being in charge?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be punished like before? Because I’m not sure I can do that again.”
“No, I…” I swallowed hard, trying to put it into words. “I just want to forget for a while.”
“I think I can handle that.”
He cupped my balls in one hand, tugging my sac, and leaned in to lick a long, teasing stripe up the underside of my shaft. I made an embarrassingly needy noise.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over the tip of my cock, where precum was already oozing up. “You’re all mine now.”
