Page 68 of Torn In Two

I moved for the door, fingers wrapping around the handle.

“Where are you going?” His voice was husky and hoarse.

So damn fucking hot I knew I was going back to my room to jack off over him.

I didn’t say anything. What was there to say? I’d snuck into his room in the middle of the night and sucked his dick, just like I’d promised.

Nothing else was part of the deal.

“Go back to sleep, Hawk. In the morning, we’ll pretend this didn’t happen.”

Hawk swung his legs out of bed, and without an ounce of shame over being naked in front of me, he crossed the room, stopping in front of me.

My gaze searched his face, unable to read him, getting nothing from his expression.

All I had to go on was how fucking close he stood. And how he’d participated in that blow job just as much as I had.

“This where you kiss me goodbye?” I asked him. “I’m not your girlfriend. I don’t need that from you.”

“Good,” he said darkly. “I don’t need that from you either.”

His gaze flickered over mine.

“What then, Hawk?” I whispered. “What the fuck do you want? To punch me in the face? Tell me you don’t want me?” I breathed out slowly. “Or for me to sneak in here during the night and secretly blow you?” I swallowed thickly and then let out the truth. It was the middle of the night, and it was dark, and if secrets were going to come out, now was the time. “Because I don’t regret what I just did.”

His chest heaved with a shuddering breath. “Then stop fucking talking and let me do the same for you.”

He dropped to the floor, kneeling at my feet, and groped my erection through my pants.

I groaned, reaching down to give one hard tug on my drawstring, loosening them so he could drag them down my hips.

I was already so fucking hard for him, and he didn’t hesitate, opening his mouth and fitting it over my cock.

I groaned at the warm, wet feel of his mouth, and then again when he cupped my balls, playing with them with one hand while his other held my base. He sucked the tip of me and stroked my shaft with solid, regular movements, lubed up by my arousal and his saliva.

“I don’t know what I’m fucking doing,” he admitted between sucks and licks. “Tell me if it’s not good.”

I scraped my nails over the cropped hair on his head, pulling it back so he had to look at me. “Your fucking mouth is on my cock. Everything is good. Anything. Just don’t stop.”

He started up again, plunging his mouth over my dick, stretching his lips wide, taking me deeper with each thrust of my hips. I fought to grab the back of his head, wanting to fuck his mouth fast and hard, but he’d been way more in the closet about whatever this was between us, and fuck me, I didn’t want to push him further than he was comfortable with. Despite what he thought of me, I wasn’t an asshole.

When he pushed my thighs farther apart and lowered his mouth to lick my balls, I damn near came on the spot.

“Fuck,” I groaned, watching his face press between my legs and him suck one ball at a time into his mouth like a goddamn fucking pro. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

His hand pumped my dick and he buried his face between my legs, sucking my balls better than any woman ever had.

Because he knew what it felt like. He knew how it brought an all-new feeling to a blow job that was already out of this world, just because the person you wanted was down on their knees, letting you have full control over them.

“You gonna swallow, Hawk?” I asked him the same question he’d asked me.

I held the back of his head, encouraging him more than forcing him, but letting him know all the same what I wanted. “I want to come in your mouth.”

“Then fucking get it over with,” he grumbled between sucks and licks.

I smiled into the darkness, the tone in his voice clear he wanted to do it and I wasn’t forcing him.

Even if he was going to pretend he didn’t want to know what I tasted like.

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