Page 46 of Burn It Down

Tears of frustration spring to my eyes. “Fuck. I know. But I can’t…this can’t be it.” Suddenly, another plan springs to mind. “I have tickets to the Beautiful Deceit tour kickoff in Virginia. Come with me. At least give me that to look forward to.”

Am I begging?You bet your sweet ass I am. Do I care?Not even a little.

Dylan snorts. “You got tickets to the opening show?” The disbelief in his voice is loud and clear.

Technically, I don’t have them yet. But I will.

“Yes. Will you go with me?”

“Hell yeah, man. My moral code ends as soon as Beautiful Deceit concert tickets are involved.” His laugh jolts through me like electricity.

“Good,” I sigh in relief, knowing I’ve staved off the end for just a little longer.

The elevator doors open and the empty parking garage comes into focus. I pull Dylan behind the concrete pylon, immediately putting my hands on him because jerking him off wasn’t enough. I’m not ready to say goodbye. I need more. And I need itnow.

I drop to my knees right on the dirty concrete floor.

“Jake,” he hisses. “What are you doing?”

“Losing my fucking mind,” I admit, as I curl my fingers in the waistband of his second pair of sweats.

“Jake, this isn’t a good id…fuuuuck.”

Oh, I’m well aware this isn’t a good idea. In fact, this might actually be theworstidea I’ve ever had, but I need Dylan in a way that’s foreign to me. Need him in a way I’ve never needed anything before him.

I let my fingertips trail down the divots at his hips as I pull the sweatpants down. As soon as my mouth wraps around his cock he goes from trying to pull his hips away from me to thrusting forward, making me choke on his dick.

More.

I grip his ass in my hands and pull him into me, taking him as deeply as he can go and wanting him deeper still.

“Goddamn, that mouth,” he pants above me, his hands in my hair.

He’s not leaving this parking garage until he gives me what I want even though I know my time is limited because Cora is waiting for me upstairs.

I bob my head on his shaft hard and fast, using my hand at his base for added pressure. His pre-cum lands on my tongue, signaling that his body is gearing up to deliver what I’m after. A feral growl resonates in the back of my throat as his fingers dig into my scalp.

I leave my right hand on his shaft, pumping in time with my mouth, while I skate my left hand up his thigh to his abs, needing as much of him under my hands as I can get. Itisn’tjust about how hot he is, or how fucking good this feels. I needhim.

Even after such a short amount of time, I crave his calm, his strength, his confidence.

He tugs on my hair, forcing me to angle my head so I look up at him. I want to tell him all the dirty things I’m thinking, but that would mean taking his cock out of my mouth and I’m not willing to do that. Instead, I let my eyes do the talking.

Ever the observant bastard that he is, he cocks a grin. “Oh, sonowyou’ll look me in the eye?”

I smile around his cock and shoot him a wink from my knees...which apparently, he likes.

“Oh, fucking hell.” His head falls back and his eyes fall closed, but only for a second before he’s looking down at me again. “You’re really fucking good at this.” I hum my satisfaction at this words and bob faster, pulling him to the back of my throat once more before circling his tip. “Oh shit. Jake. I’m gonna come. Oh…shit…yes…yes…”

His cock jerks in my mouth as he shoots his release. I drink him down greedily. Careful not to spill a drop. I give his sensitive dick one more long, languid lick before standing.

“How’re you going to explain that?” he asks, pointing at the obvious bulge against my thigh.

A sad smile accompanies my response. “Don’t worry, all traces of it will be gone by the time I get upstairs.”

Dylan grips my chin and his tongue sweeps across my bottom lip.

“Will you text me when you get to the fire station tomorrow? I have more questions…and concerns.”

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