Page 77 of Caught Stealing

He lets out a low growl at my taunt, and if his mind is anything like mine, he’s thinking back to that sinful moment at the condo where I watched him fall apart from my touch.

A different room, a different locked door, but all the same risks.

Heat flares in his eyes as he swaps our positions, my back colliding with the wall as he presses his entire body against mine. I can feel him everywhere—every hard, muscled inch of his body—as he cages me in the way I love to do with him.

He doesn’t stay there long, though, instead opting to take this sordid encounter a step further by dropping to his knees in front of me.

“If you’re not gonna give me what I want willingly,” he whispers, deft fingers working open my belt with ease, “then I’m gonna have to be forced to take it.”

My jeans and boxers are shoved down just past my ass, and my God, the sight of him wrapping his hand around my cock while on his knees is nearly enough for me to come undone on the spot. But it’s got nothing on the pure bliss that encompasses me when his lips wrap around the head of my cock instead.

“Oh, fuck, Nix,” I groan, my head falling back against the wall as I close my eyes.

He lets out a low, appreciative hum as he takes me deeper, letting my shaft slide in and out of his mouth with ease. His tongue flicks around the crown of my cock each time he pulls back, playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves below the head before diving back in again. Taking me to the back of his throat, he lets out another hum, and it sends waves of lust zapping down my spine, straight to my balls.

I moan, my hand sinking into his soft, brown locks. “Your mouth is something straight out of heaven.”

His lips tighten around my shaft, and when my eyes open to look down at him, I find the assholesmilingaround my cock. Like a kid with a lollipop in his mouth.

Oh, hell.

He keeps working me over like that, taking me deep enough for his nose to brush my pelvis before retreating to just the head. It’s slow and tortuous, but also deliciously addictive. But if there’s one thing for certain, he has every intention of drawing this out. Of making me suffer in pleasure before finally allowing me release.

Ifhe allows it.

He pops off my cock, his hand taking over where his mouth just was.

“You gonna come down my throat, baby? Because I’m dying to taste you again.”

I don’t miss the way he saidagain,and seeing as I can’t remember this man getting on his knees before now, I can only assume he’s talking about the first night we were together. The one I can’t remember.

So I put a pin in that thought for later and move my hand, curling it around the back of his neck.

“Depends if you’re gonna let me return the favor. Because you know I’m a tit-for-tat kinda guy.”

His grin is downright devious when he leans forward, brushing his lips against the head of my cock. “Nah, I think it’s my turn to have all the fun.”

I think not.

He’s about to dive back in, licking and sucking my dick like a popsicle all over again, when my fingers tighten in his hair and halt him from moving. And the glare he shoots my way because of it could melt ice and make the devil weep, but I don’t care.

I want my hands on him. Now.

“Get up here,” I snap, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back to his feet. “If I’m coming, so are you. Now take off your fucking pants.”

There’s a defiant glint in his eye as he stands in front of me, and I swear, it might be the sexiest look of them all. Specifically when it’s aimed at me while he slowly lowers his zipper.

“Do what you want to me, baby. Do your fucking worst.”

It’s clear he thinks I’ll be dropping to my knees in return, but little does he know, I have very different plans.

Reaching out, I grab the collar of his shirt and reel him back to me, our mouths colliding in an addictively furious kiss. One full of pent-up lust and desire, making my toes curl as I swap our positions again. His back hits the wall behind him with a louder thud than intended, and I send up a silent prayer that no one is in the room next door. Or at least, no one who cares enough to come and check.

My hand slips between us, and I quickly shove his pants down past his ass—just enough to pull his cock free. It’s hard and swollen, the red, angry tip already glistening with precum that makes me want to change my mind and drop to my knees. But I shove the thought away and press into him so our dicks perfectly align.

I spit in my palm a couple times before wrapping my fist around both our lengths and giving us a nice, slow tug.

Phoenix’s eyes roll back in his head before he lets out a low groan, the sound going straight to my already aching cock. His hands skate up my back to my shoulders while I work us over, and from the way they grip my deltoids tightly, he’s barely keeping it together already.

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