Page 42 of Caught Stealing

Don’t go there.

“What’re you doing?” I whisper, and I hate how breathy and turned-on it sounds. But he’s so close, mere inches away, and the scent of sunscreen and what must be his body wash wafts over me as the breeze blows through the open window.

Why does he have to smell as good as he looks? It should be a sin against humanity.

“You left me hard, naked, and handcuffed to my bed for my roommates to find,” he murmurs. “I think it’s about time we were even.”

Panic sets in, not entirely sure what he’s planning in retaliation here. But beneath the worry, I realize there is a fair amount of anticipation too, which only means I’m as fucked in the head as I am stupid.

“You brought the handcuffs, did you?”

A sharp gasp leaves my lips as he runs his thumb from the base of my shaft up to the head. My cock twitches as he rubs the sensitive underside just below the tip, and the pressure is just enough to have my balls drawing up, ready for release once again.

“Nah,” he whispers. “I just want to fuck with your head as much as you’ve been fucking with mine lately.”

My breath hitches as he continues massaging that singular spot, simultaneously building my pleasure and dragging it out of me in soft pants and moans.

It’s the strangest juxtaposition I’ve ever felt.

And if this is what he can do with two fingers, I can only imagine what he can do with—

“Do you want to come?” he whispers, breaking through my thoughts.

I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes, letting go and simply allowing myself to feel. But when my lids lift, and I catch Holden staring at me, I’m left breathless.

His eyes are locked on my face, watching and gauging my every reaction as he touches me. Two plush lips are slightly parted and glistening, like he’s recently wet them, and the idiotic, self-destructive side of me wants nothing more than to lean in and take them as mine.

A part of me almost wins out until he speaks again.

“Are you going to answer me, Nix? Or are you content to just stare at my pretty face?”

“Repeat the question,” I utter softly.

The corner of his mouth curls into the tiniest, yet sexiest, smirk I’ve seen yet. “I asked if you wanted to come.”

God, yes.

I want it more than anything. I need this release more than I need food, water, oxygen. There’s a possibility I might die without it—or worse, my dick could fall right off from the worst case of blue balls in history.

Yet I can’t bring myself to answer him.

Giving into the lust, taking the pleasure he’s so willingly giving…it’s a slippery slope. One I doubt I’ll find my way off of easily.

He must be witnessing the war waging inside my brain, because he cocks his head to the side while those whiskey-brown eyes turn into liquid gold.

“I’ll let you come, Nix. But you have to ask me for it.”

I let out a frustrated groan as his wicked ministrations continue, creating an urgency inside me I’ve never felt before. One hell-bent on release, no matter the cost.

Still, I know I can’t give in, so I allow my eyes to sink closed again, if only to prevent the look on his face from making me cave. Yet as he keeps stroking and rolling his thumb in that one spot with expertise, I become desperate for more anyway.

More friction, more skin, just fucking more.

My hips finally join in of their own accord, thrusting up into his touch. Giving into the lust and desire coursing through my veins like a drug. But it’s no use. I won’t get what I want from him. Not unless I—

“Ask for it,” he whispers again. I swear I can feel the heat of his breath coasting over my lips when he continues, “Ask, and it’s yours.”

My fists grip the sheets, and the second his tongue flicks out against my lips, I know I’m a goner. Lost to the abyss that is my lust and desire for the one man on this planet I know I shouldn’t want.

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