Page 48 of The Lies We Tell Ourselves

“S-shut up,” he gritted out. He pulled back far enough for me to see his red-rimmed eyes. The pain that resonated in their pale depths was like a sucker punch to the chest, but the teasing smile fluttering on his lips pulled me into the here and now. “A shower in our clothes? That’s… novel.”

“Fuck you.” I pinched his ass, making him yelp. His fingers teased through my hair, making me groan as they scraped across my scalp. Jamie’s breaths became labored and the air thickened around us. “I’m going to put you down now and get these clothes off of you.” My mouth was dry at the thought of slowly peeling layer after layer off his delectable body.

The intensity in his eyes grew heated the longer he stared at me. He licked his lips and slowly slipped down my body. It took everything in me to bite back the groan that wanted to escape as he pressed against my aching cock. Our height difference had never been more apparent as I bent down and captured his lips with mine. They were as pillowy soft as I remembered, and when his tongue teased across my bottom lip, pulses of electricity flowed through me. I felt his touch flow through every inch of my clothed body.

“Dillon.” He moaned as his tongue wrapped around mine. My hands cupped his face, thumbs wiping away a combination of water and sauce as I backed him up against the wall. My heart hammered in my chest, trying to reach out to him. I lost myself to the sensations his lips and tongue forced upon me, the feel of his small lithe body against mine. I slipped my leg between his and pulled him closer as he rolled his hips against me. The tantalizing brush of his hard length against mine turned me feral.

I traced my fingers over his face, mapping his features as my lips continued to devour him. I took and took, but I needed more—it’d never be enough. I kissed my way across his jaw, used my hand to angle his head backward, and sunk my teeth into his sensitive lobe. His answering groan was all the encouragement I needed to know he was as lost to the moment as I was.

With my thundering heart beating loud enough to be heard above the sound of the pounding water, I licked, sucked, and nibbled my way down the delicate skin of his neck. I sucked on his fluttering pulse as my blood turned to liquid fire. “More,” he breathed as his cold fingers slipped underneath my drenched top.

Frustration and need had a growl tearing its way up my throat at not being close enough to him. I needed his skin on mine. It was the only balm to the ever-present guilt threatening to drown me. I shook it off and leaned back, wrenching my lips from his soft skin. Jamie’s head tipped back, his hungry gaze mirroring my own and echoed in my soul. I reached behind me, pulled my hoodie off, and threw it across the cubicle, shivering when the water hit my overheated skin. I groaned at the intensity of the moment and licked my lips when my eyes caught on the purple bruise blooming on his neck. I’d marked him, claimed him as mine, and the evidence of it stoked the lust-fueled inferno raging inside me.

“Your turn,” I rumbled as I worked his ruined top up his torso. I wanted to lick and suck on every inch of his alabaster skin that was revealed to me. It had been too long since I’d worshiped him. His top landed with a thud somewhere behind me, and we were drawn back together with a magnetic force that refused our separation. I would go to war for this feeling.

“Dillon,” he ground out when we snapped back together. The contact elicited a full-body shudder to roll through him as my lips traced his collar bones. “Yesss.” The hissed sound spurred me on as I sucked his hard nipple into my mouth, laving it until he writhed beneath me. His fingers dug into my back and shoulders, struggling to find purchase thanks to our slick skin. “More,” he demanded.

More I would give him. He was intoxicating. One touch, one taste, set off a chain reaction in me that wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d had every part of him. I sucked a path of bruises across his chest, then pulled his other nipple into my mouth as my hands trailed a feather-light touch down his side as he mewled, whined and whimpered. I undid the button of his pants and worked the zipper down. The teeth fought against me as I pulled the hard nub through my teeth, making him shout my name. He was so loud, if anyone was in the corridor, they’d have heard him.

I chuckled against his skin, goosebumps spreading in my wake as I licked my way down his abdomen. His muscles flexed under my ministrations as I dropped to my knees. I looked up at him from my prone position, and a feeling of rightness flooded through me. My little crow deserved the best of everything, and I was going to show him with my actions since words failed me.

Jamie nodded his assent to my unasked question as my fingers curled around his pants and I yanked them down. “Fuck!” I growled at the vision of his hard cock pushing against the cup of a lacey black jock. I kissed a path up the inside of his thigh, and when my nose brushed his thick length, his breath hitched into a garbled moan that had my cock throbbing with need. I ignored it. This was about him, not me. I never wanted to be a selfish lover where he was concerned.

“You smell so good, baby.” I buried my face in his groin and inhaled his musky caramel scent. It was dark and decadent, and my mouth watered with the need to taste him. “Up,” I said, slipping his soaked shoes off his feet so I could rip his pants off his legs. My hands shook as I worked them up the back of his legs and sunk my fingers into the perfect globes of his ass. It was full and firm and would look fucking amazing with my cock disappearing between its lush cheeks.

“Turn around. I need to taste you.” Jamie’s cheeks flushed, and he licked his lips. I ran my nose along his solid length and mouthed his leaking tip through the fine material. His deep moan echoed around us, only heightening our arousal. His dick jerked against the side of my face as he slowly turned and planted his hands against the wall, his golden curls clinging to his flushed face as he glanced over his shoulder. He bit down on his full bottom lip and pushed his ass out towards me like the fucking offering it was.

Jamie might look like an angel, but he was ruled by his desire. His dark pupils blotted out his usual pale-blue eyes and replaced them with lust-filled pools of darkness that I wanted to drown in. I ran my hands up the back of his trembling legs and trailed my thumbs along the cleft of his cheeks. I pulled him closer and bit down into his supple flesh. Jamie threw his head back and thrust his ass in my face.

I pushed his legs apart and settled between them. I nipped and sucked at his sensitive skin until he begged me to eat him out. “D-Dillon… Dil… please.” He groaned as I teased my finger over his taint and between his cheeks. His hole fluttered under my touch, making me smile into his skin. “Ahh, please. Dil…”

A flush worked its way up his shivering skin as I pulled his cheeks apart, licking my lips at the sight. His tight pink hole made my mouth water. He was fucking perfect. I teased my fingertip around the rim. He was smooth, with not a hair in sight. I leaned into him, breathing in his musky scent before spitting on his entrance and working it around with my finger.

My cock pulsed against the zipper of my jeans, the bite of pain pushing me higher. I could come from looking at his perfect pink hole and soon, I’d paint it with my cum. I pulled myself out and groaned as the tepid air hit my engorged length. I gave myself a few light strokes as I tried to decide if I wanted to keep teasing him or eat him out like it was my last meal.

Impatient and needy, Jamie thrust his hips backward and begged. And fuck, it was a high I’d never known. I might have been the one on my knees, but he was in control. I was his slave; the sinner who would make the golden angel fall.

“Fuck! Please, Dillon. T-touch me. I… I can’t take it…n-need to come.” Taking pity on him, I released my steel length and buried my head between his cheeks, kissing his puckered hole. I nipped and sucked at his skin and flicked the tip of my tongue around his rim, pushing him further and further into lustful delirium. “D-Dil…p-please.”

“With pleasure,” I growled and reached forward to tug on his heavy balls.

“Fuck, yes.” It seemed my angelic boy liked a bit of pain with his pleasure. “Ahhhh. Please. Yes!”

The first lash of my tongue against his tiny hole made me feel things, things I had no right feeling. It stirred a primal need inside me to mark him. Claim him. Own him. To fuck him and coat his insides with my seed and then plug him up so I was in him always.

Jamie cried out and cursed with every tantalizing lick I gave his entrance, his body strung tight as it thundered toward oblivion. His musky taste spread across my tongue, and my heart swelled ten times too big for my chest. I knew this was where I wanted to be. He was it for me, and as that realization sunk in, my eyes stung with the overwhelming emotions.

I wanted to possess him and keep him, but I knew I was on borrowed time. I might be his—had always been his even if he’d never known it. But if I was being brutally honest with myself, I knew I couldn’t keep him. When he found out I’d deceived him, he wouldn’t be able to look at me, let alone touch me or even want me. He’d hate me as much as I’d hated him. But little by little, he’d chipped away at the pain I’d buried beneath my hate until nothing existed but him. I feared he’d look at me and all he’d see was a monster, not the person he thought he loved. The person who would always be his. The other half of his soul.

The tight ring of muscle softened as I teased it with long hard strokes and light teasing flicks. I worked my finger around it in tandem with my tongue, the dual sensations more drugging then the next.

“Dillon!”

I chuckled as he sunk his hand into my hair and rode my face. I stiffened my tongue and pushed inside him as he thrust back into me.

“Fuck! Yes!” Jamie bellowed as I entered him for the first time. His walls clenched around me, muscles pulsing with need. His intense flavor saturated every part of me, and I felt like I was flying high, untethered by his pleasure. Fuck! Jamie rode my tongue like he was created to, his rhythm hard and fast as I sucked and slurped against him before working my finger in.

Jamie threw his head and shouted as he squeezed the living daylights out of me. He arched his back, the view nothing short of pornographic as water sluiced down the gully of his spine and collected in the dimples at the base of his back.

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