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“We don’t have to do this. Fuck, if you don’t want—”
“Shh.” My hair’s stuck to my forehead, getting into my eyes. Jason brushes the clingy strands off. “You talk too much.”
It startles a bark of laughter out of me. “You’re confusing me with someone else.”
“I could never confuse you with anyone.” He swallows, then says, “Make me.”
“What are you talking about?”
He looks straight into my eyes when he says it. His are dead serious. “Make me come.”
Chapter Thirty
Jason
You know when you think you’ve got it all under control and you waltz into a place, all cocky and shit?
Well, that was me walking into Raine’s apartment tonight. I thought I knew what I was doing. This was supposed to be about him, dammit. I wanted to comfort him, make him talk about the nightmare, and then crash on his couch for the night.
But when he closed the door and turned to face me in the light, looking so sad and so damn hot, I was a goner. I had to kiss him, touch him.
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nbsp; And that was only the beginning. Over the course of the next five—or ten?—minutes, I lost track of what I came here for, found myself from top to bottom and begging for release. Begging him to make me, rip the pleasure out of me. Force it out of me. Like in my dreams.
Not sure there’s any other way.
He’s staring at me like I punched him right in the chest, and he can’t draw air. Before he can backpedal and refuse, I grab him and bring him down for a savage kiss. I bite on his lips and suck on his tongue until he’s groaning and rocking against me. I’m distracting him, but I’m the one distracted. My dick is waking up again, rubbing against his latex-covered hard-on, and it’s like an image from my dreams.
Yeah, I’m gone again, lost in the pleasure of his body on mine, his mouth, his hands… Fuck, his hands. He toys with my nipple piercing, then trails his hand lower. He grips my cock, tugs on the silver bar there, and I bite back a cry.
“Okay,” he says as he grabs my right leg. He lifts it over his hip, then grips his dick and pushes into me. “Okay, Jase.” I don’t even remember what question he’s answering, until he clarifies, punctuated with a hard shove inside me. “I’ll make you.”
Oh shit, this feels… My back bows as he pushes deeper. He lifts my leg higher, around his waist, and I lift the other one, too, locking my feet behind his back.
Belatedly I notice the fact I’m facing him. I’m so fucking exposed—my dick, my face, he can see it all. Every reaction. Nothing I can hide.
And I can’t hold on to that thought, because with every shift of his body, every thrust, he shoves more pleasure into me. He brushes his hand over my cock and I shudder, but he doesn’t jack me off, and when I reach down to do it myself, he knocks my hand away.
“You will come,” he says, a promise, and another shudder wracks me. His hand finds my balls and cradles them, massaging.
Oh fuck… I’m shaking and I can’t stop, my body coiled tight, the pressure in my gut rising and rising until it fucking hurts, and then…
“Just promise me one thing,” Raine pants, and his voice echoes strangely in my ears.
I grunt. What is he talking about?
He bends lower, and whispers in my ear, “Promise you’ll keep the key, Jase. Promise.”
“I…can’t…” Can’t promise. Can’t speak.
Fuck.
He goes still, staring down at me, beautiful like a goddamn angel, and he literally has me by the balls.
I knew this was a bad idea. I’m panting and burning to come, and I want this so damn much I summon my last functioning brain cells to the task.
“I promise,” I whisper. “I’ll keep the damn key.”
