Page 23 of Summer Catch

That wasn’t playing it cool, at all.

“I am.” Jon’s voice cracked. “Just thinking about this all day . . .how do people get work done?”

Kieran laughed. “I’m honored. Touched, even.”

“Wish I could touch you.” This confession sounded wrenched out of Jon’s mouth.

“Yeah.” Kieran couldn’t help himself, reached down and palmed his cock, already half-hard in his jeans, and yeah, wished it wasn’t his hand, but Jon’s. Clever and competent, with those calluses that he was still thinking about.

“You touching yourself?” Jon asked roughly.

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

Jon’s breath came sharper, harder.

“Slowly,” Kieran ordered.

Jon gasped, the sound unmistakable.

“Yeah, you like that,” Kieran said, and he liked it too. Loved the idea that he was the one giving Jon the pleasure, even if it was Jon’s hand on his cock.

“I love it.” Jon panted.

“You goin’ slow?”

Jon made a frustrated noise. It was so hot Kieran couldn’t help it anymore. He shoved his jeans down and slid his fingers into his underwear. He hadn’t intended to indulge too, but he had a change of clothes in his office at the bar. If things got . . .messy, then it would be okay.

“I like how wet you get.” Jon’s voice had gone rough but hushed. Reverent. “I want to taste it next time. Taste you next time. The way you did me.”

“Shit,” Kieran groaned. His cock twitched in his hand, precome coating his fingers, just the way Jon had said he liked.

“You’d like that, then?” Jon hesitated. “Even if I was bad at it?”

“Darlin’, you could be any which way and I wouldn’t give a shit. I just like you.”

So much for any of the pretense that this was just sex.

“Like you too. So much.” Jon gave a hiccupping gasp. Kieran already recognized that sound. Knew Jon was close to coming.

“You’re close already?” But he was, too, undeniably. Just hearing Jon’s voice shot him right to the edge, especially when he’d been thinking about sex all fucking day.

“God, yes. I’m going slow just like you said, and I’m just thinking about your hand being my hand, your mouth, instead, and I have been so fucking close all day.”

“Yeah. Been thinking all day about sucking you off. About you burying that big cock in my ass. Fucking me until I cry with it.”

Jon went silent. Still. Kieran could hear it.

Worried, immediately, that he’d said the wrong thing. Jon was new to all of this. Fucking another man in the ass might be a step too far. Even if he was only doing it in his imagination.

“Shit, shit, sorry,” Jon stammered, and Kieran could hear his sharp exhale of pleasure as he came.

“You liked that idea?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jon said. “You want that?”

“So bad.” Kieran’s voice cracked. “God, I wanna . . .”

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