Page 48 of Malicious Desires

“Yes, no,” I reply, shrinking back from him.

He glares at me, his eyes darkening with rage. “What happened Jasper? Did someone hurt you?” His tone softens with the second question, a protectiveness in his tone that causes my heart to race as I sit on the edge of my bed. Reece follows, sitting on the edge and glaring at me, awaiting my response.

I feel like an idiot, admitting, “I went swimming last night, whilst I was high and cut my side on some jagged rocks.”

Reece gasps. “Shit, sounds like that would've hurt.”

I bite down on my lip. “Ah, yeah. It did.”

“Show me,” Reece requests suddenly, gripping the hem of my t-shirt and yanking it up. His eyes take in the cut, studying every tear in my lightly tanned skin. It’s still throbbing a little, but I’m trying not to think of that, and the sting of pain.

“Damn, Capullo, you certainly did a number on yourself.”

“Yeah, I um…I…”

“What?”

“I nearly messaged you to come over and kiss me better, but I was still coming down from my high and I fell asleep,” I tell him, feeling my cheeks heating more and more with each word.

Reece chuckles. “You should have,” he says, adding with a snigger, “And I can't imagine you high.”

“It was only weed. Nancy bought it over for a bit of fun because I've been so uptight lately.”

“Well, that's not something I expected from you, at all. Thought you were a proper good boy,” Reece teases, smirking at me.

“I am,” I counter. “But a good boy can have a bit of fun too.”

“Yeah, dirty fun,” Reece sniggers.

He leans forward and kisses me, edging my t-shirt up a little, and brushing his fingers over the bottom of the wound.

“Take it off, Jasp,” he requests, nodding towards my t-shirt in his grip.

I pull my t-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Reece kisses me hard and fast before trailing kisses down my abs.

“I fucking love your body, Jasper,” he comments, licking each nipple, causing me to writhe and moan. “You're so fucking sexy.”

He kisses each ridge of my abs, pinching my nipples at the same time.

“Fuck, Reece, stop,” I groan, bucking my hips up. “God it feels so good.”

“Mmm…you don't want me to stop?” Reece taunts, running his tongue along the wound.

“No. More, Reece. More,” I beg.

Reece is still pinching my nipples and he runs his tongue along the wound more, licking the cut flesh whilst moaning. “Mmm, Capullo, your blood tastes so sweet.”

“Reece, fuck. What are you doing to me?”

Reece laughs. “Edging you, pretty boy,” he taunts.

“That's so cruel, Reece.”

“It will be worth it, Jasper,” he promises me as he starts licking down over my cut lines. I buck my hips up to meet his lips, moaning, “Reeeece.”

He yanks my boxers off, tugging them off at my ankles before he licks my inner thighs, spreading my legs wider. “Mmm…feels good. Please, Reece.”

“Please what, pretty boy?”

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