Page 55 of Hate Me

It took him several moments to get past it, and then he was straddling me, his knees either side of my legs, his hands pressed down by my head. “So, my little story… I told you that King had me nurture one of my connections while I was gone. The person in question is Jett Bane. I have an in with him and when he came out of his coma, I made sure I was the person there for him. He trusts me and every now and then he confides in me.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah, King’s manipulative and calculative side at its finest.” He reached out and fondled my hair. “I didn’t just do it for King. I could’ve refused and taken punishment from him instead. But I didn’t. Because of Bastian. And you. To redeem myself, Cal. To prove to you that I know I made a mistake and that I’m in your corner now.” He drew his fingers over my lips, down my chest, making me shift on the bed, sending sparks of sensation through me that I couldn’t fight for the life of me while I was so fucking out of it. “I want to come in out of the cold.”

“Cas won’t trust you.”

“I don’t care about him trusting me. Just you and Bastian.” He shifted his knee, pushing it between my thighs and I groaned as it rubbed against my cock. “You spending time with me tonight was the best time I’ve had in so fucking long. And for once without all that bullshit defense from you, you’re actually open to it, to me. I can even feel you wanting me.”

Another groan slipped from me as he rubbed his thigh against my cock, harder this time.

I jerked my hips, but I didn’t know if I was trying to move away, or grind into it.

“There. See? You feel it.”

“D,” I breathed.

“Relax into it,” he whispered at my ear, before licking my throat then nipping my lobe.

His hands were all over me then, running up and down my naked body, setting every nerve-ending alight, making me shudder beneath him.

He brushed his fingers over my cock. “Damn, you’re so fucking hard for me.” I jolted as his thumb teased the tip and traced the pre-cum that had leaked out. He held my gaze as he gathered it, then stuck out his tongue and spread it all over.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

He smirked, then swallowed it down and licked his lips.

Then he eased back until he was sitting right in front of my cock, his fingers fondling the base, his blunt nails scraping over my balls every now and then too.

He leaned down and flicked his tongue out, just an inch from actually connecting with my crown.

He chuckled darkly. “Tell me you want my tongue, that you’re so fucking hard at the thought of me squeezing this big, thick dick with my throat.”

My head lolled to the side. “I can’t… my head’s not… clear. I can’t think.”

“That’s the whole point. No more useless thinking. Just feel, babe. Relax into me, let all the rest go.”

He dipped down and closed his lips over my crown, sucking hard and then swirling his tongue, making my hips buck at the intensity. “Fuck!” I cried out.

He pulled away, grinning. “Say it and I won’t leave it as just an appetizer.”

“I… I can’t.”

His face fell.

His fingers clenched around my cock for a moment, making me hiss.

But then he released it and sat back on his haunches. “All right. Not tonight.”

I frowned up at him, not understanding him backing off.

That usually required a fight.

He smiled down at me, then reached out and stroked my hair.

The next thing I knew he was fixing my boxers back on for me.

He went to do the same with my shirt, but a brutal thud sounded that had him abruptly jerking back.

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