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“I don’t know.” He turned away to close the door, body suddenly tense.
“That was a joke, Joey.”
He continued to stare out the door. “Is it, though? I wasn’t sure you’d come back.”
I walked up behind him, close enough he’d feel my body heat. “I wouldn’t have come last time if I could resist you. You’re under my skin.” I cupped my hands around his waist. “So, are we doing this or not?”
He turned so quickly it took me by surprise. “Only if you kiss me.”
I raised my eyebrow. “Making demands now, are we?”
He dropped his gaze. “No.”
I cupped his jaw and brushed my lips over his. What was a kiss when I was already lost? He gasped, lips parting, and I swept my tongue in. Fuck. He tasted so sweet. A sensory memory of our hookup at Ignite hit me. The way we’d kissed and touched without all this hesitance.
I slid my hands into his hair and deepened the kiss. He moaned softly, hands clutching at my sides. I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, tugging, and the last of his hesitancy fled.
Joey took over, kissing me with an urgency that shook me. He pushed up my hoodie, and I broke the kiss to pull it and my T-shirt over my head.
He licked lips swollen from kissing, and my cock thickened in my track pants. Now that I’d kissed him, I couldn’t stop. I prowled forward, yanked him into a fiery kiss, and dropped my hand to cup him through his jeans.
He hooked his fingers into my waistband and pushed my pants over my hips. I fumbled for his zipper. We kept kissing, breaking apart only long enough to shed items of clothing, until we fell into the bed together, naked.
He ended up on top of me, kissing me, while his hand fisted my cock. I gasped, bucking my hips up, chasing more. When he moved his mouth to my throat, licking and nibbling, goosebumps raced over my skin.
“Why do you affect me this way?” I asked aloud. “Why you?”
He stilled, going rigid. Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. Not now. Not like this.
I cupped his cheek, guiding his face up to look at me. “You’re everything I need right now.”
“And nothing you want.”
“Not true. I fucking want you so bad it hurts.”
One corner of his mouth tipped up. “It hurts me too.”
“Then let’s make it hurt a little less, huh?” I slid my hand down from his jaw, coasting it over his chest, grazing his nipple, before continuing the path to his erection. I brushed my thumb over his cockhead, making him twitch. “How do you want to do this?”
He blinked. “You’re asking me?”
“Why not? We’re in this together, aren’t we?”
He hesitated. “I want to do whatever you want.”
“Not this time.” I brushed my lips under his ear. “Tell me what you really want.”
His eyes met mine, and I could see in their depths all the things he wasn’t saying. But this wasn’t about remorse or guilt or the cruel circumstances that painted us into this corner, unable to take more than pleasure in each other’s body.
“I want to suck you,” he said.
“What do you know? I want the same.”
I raised up on my knees, straddling his chest, and Joey scooted down on the pillow to adjust our angle. I tipped my cock toward his mouth, but unlike before, I didn’t push in. I wanted Joey to take what he wanted tonight.
This wasn’t just about me. I didn’t want him to think it was. Maybe it had started that way, with me too angry and out of control to give him the consideration he deserved, but if we were going to keep doing this, I didn’t want to use him. We were giving in to our desire for each other. Both of us. Equally.
He waited a beat, then seemed to realize I wasn’t going to take his mouth. He lifted his head, tongue flicking out. Wet heat kissed the tip of my dick. I closed my eyes as pleasure washed through me. It was a warm, gently building pleasure as he licked and kissed my shaft.
