Page 67 of Torn In Two

But I didn’t.

I slipped inside the room, closing the door behind me.

Locking it.

Not sure whether I wanted him to wake up or not. I had no idea what I was fucking doing. Only that my dick was hard at the sight of him and I wanted to do this.

He did too, if he’d left his door unlocked.

Fuck.

I stopped thinking. Just let my body take over.

I silently crossed the room, standing over him, watching him sleep for a second. I should have woken him, except the thought of it was painful. He’d open his mouth and say something dumb, and I just didn’t want to hear it.

What I wanted was him.

I pulled back the covers, letting out a tiny groan when he was naked, and it was close enough to sunrise that his dick was hard with morning wood.

My own erection stretched my sweatpants, an aching need building inside me. As quietly as possible, I knelt on the edge of the bed, leaning across the open space to where Hawk was sprawled out in the middle of the mattress.

I took his dick in my mouth.

There’d been vague attractions to men in my past, a sneaky kiss and a grope one night in a gay bar I’d gotten roped into going to with a friend. But I’d never sucked another guy off before. So the feel of his thick erection in my mouth was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. In fact, as his cock filled my mouth, my own erection thickened in the same way it did when I went down on Kara.

I had no idea what I was doing, except I knew what I liked when women blew me. So I relied on that knowledge, licking and sucking the head of his cock until he stirred in the darkness.

“Kara,” he murmured, his hand coming to the back of my head sleepily.

I froze, not knowing whether I should say something or just keep sucking him off, letting him think I was the curvy woman who was currently asleep next door.

But then Hawk froze too.

The room wasn’t so dark our gazes didn’t collide when I looked up along his abs and chest to meet his eyes.

He knew I wasn’t her. We both fucking knew it.

Just like we both knew he’d left that door unlocked on purpose.

He pushed down on my head, forcing me to take his cock deep.

I gave up any pretense of being quiet and moaned when the tip of him hit the back of my throat. I gripped his base with my hand and then licked up his shaft before plunging onto it again. His fingers tangled in my hair, fisting the shoulder-length strands, and guiding my head up and down, his hips driving up to thrust into my mouth.

My dick ached with the need to be touched. Moisture beaded at my tip, probably leaving a wet patch on my sweats, but all I could concentrate on was Hawk’s green-eyed gaze, staring at me while I blew him, sucked him, brought him closer and closer to an orgasm while he lay naked in his bed.

His hips moved faster, so I did too. He tasted like sin and sugar all in one, so fucking different to Kara’s sweet honey but no less addictive. I wanted to stroke my dick. Jerk it in the same time he fucked my mouth, but I didn’t want to miss the way his eyes rolled back, or the way he hissed in pleasure with every long lick of the thick vein in the underside of his cock.

“Need to come,” he bit out in guttural tones that did things to my insides. “You swallow, Chaos?”

For him, I fucking would.

I didn’t say anything. Just took his dick deeper, faster, grabbed his balls until he was bucking off the bed, fucking me as much as I was fucking him.

He groaned loudly, coming hard, hot spurts shooting down the back of my throat, taking me by surprise. But I refused to fucking give him the satisfaction of choking. Or spitting, even though the taste wasn’t exactly what I’d been expecting either. Our gazes met again as I swallowed him down, licking his cock until every last drop was gone and he was moaning about being too sensitive and begging me to stop.

He lay back on the bed like a starfish, legs spread, one arm over his eyes. His chest heaved, his dick glistening in the moonlight and still wet from my mouth.

He was so fucking hot like that, his body all muscles and tattoos.

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